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"No, and these kids today? No work ethic, I'm telling you." Lola pushes the door to the café open as the tinny voice coming through her crystal says something sympathetic. Gods but Lola would kill for a stiff drink.. She grabs her mobile-ordered matcha, and turns around, nearly slamming into a high-school aged goblin. "Jeez, sorry kid."
"No problem, ma'am!" The kid full on salutes, vibrating with an odd sort of energy as he darts past her to grab his own matcha off the counter, immediately slamming the whole thing.
Forget a stiff drink, Lola wants whatever that kid's on.