This is an ASIST Annual. I randomly rolled Bodark, Jaycee, and Aria. How will they interact?
It was in the last days of Has Beans that Bodark, the Russian werewolf, walked through the door.
Jaycee was at the counter. Since the cafe was otherwise empty, she was able to get cleaning and restocking done in her free time. Given how business had been after news of the closure was announced, the counter area of Has Beans had never been cleaner or more restocked.
“We’re not closed, but we’re closing,” Jaycee called to the newcomer.
Bodark shrugged and approached the counter anyway. “Give me Bloody Mary.”
“This isn’t a bar,” Jaycee countered evenly. “We serve coffee, espresso, and similar drinks.”
Bodark eyed the girl. “I have seen people who come in here. I am working for Charlotte Palmer. She is opening–”
“Half and Half, I know,” Jaycee sighed. “So you’re one of the new staff there, great. This is still a cafe.”
Bodark was undeterred. “Your customers are old grizzled soldiers. They do not wield weapons but I see it in their faces. They are not the sort to settle for coffee. They will ask for other things. To drive away the memories.”
Jaycee paused a moment, then produced a glass and started piling ingredients onto the countertop. The tomato juice and celery came from her veggie smoothie collection, used for William Eddison. The Worcestershire sauce was rare flavor for the salads. The vodka belonged to her dad.
While she mixed, Bodark caught a glimpse of someone coming down the stairs from the second floor. He raised an eyebrow. “Summer Newman. You are visiting here too?”
The girl snorted, shook her head, and continued the descent. Bodark could immediately tell this wasn’t Summer. “She’s my sister,” the girl explained.
“Was dad able to help?” Jaycee asked, aiming the question at Aria Newman.
“Yes. He was quite helpful,” Aria smiled. She glanced at the alcohol being mixed on the countertop. “Jaycee, I’m shocked. A respectable barista like yourself serving this stuff without a liquor license.”
“Consider it a professional courtesy for a fellow cafe worker,” Jaycee growled. “Aria, this is uh, Bodark? He’s working with Charlotte on Half & Half.”
“Nice to meet you,” Aria smiled. “Aria Newman.”
Bodark nodded politely. “I come here to be friendly. Also because I do not have American photo ID. Bars will not serve me.”
Aria turned to Jaycee. “I’m actually interested in what kind of mixologist you are. Mind making me one of those?”
Jaycee arched a critical eyebrow. “Expectant mothers shouldn’t be drinking.”
Aria just laughed. “I think I’ll be okay.” She turned her attention to Bodark. “How about it? Have a drink with me, and tell me what it’s like working with my sister.”
The werewolf nodded with an uncertain smile.
Jaycee pushed two Bloody Marys forward, and Bodark took hold of them. He led Aria to a table and sat down, offering her a drink. Together they took their first sips.
Jaycee, despite her pose of confidence, watched their reactions carefully.