TFC

*The Ticket Taker adjusts his collar nervously* Bil: Well, that's... understandable. *The Doctor shakes his head* Doctor: We should have asked first. *Pierrot's shoulders droop* Pierrot: I see... I apologize for assuming, my lady.

*I go to my room close the door and play rock music loudly*

*everyone flinches at the music* The Doctor: Well. That's... loud.

*I fall asleep(I don't know why!?)*

*You take a mental note of his tone, which is more condescending than Pierrot's. You nod and smile politely.* I'll have that right out for you. *I go to the back, where no one can see me, and when I make the drink I open the cap and spit in it. I stir it around, make sure no one was watching and add ice. I close the cap and bring it out to him. Hopefully he likes it. I can't have a customer not like our drinks...* here you go! Your iced coffee, thats what you wanted right?

*He takes the cup, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he taps a long finger against the side.* Harlequin: Yeah, that's it. *He then proceeds to chug the entire thing, ice and all, before setting the empty cup down with a loud clack.* Not bad.

... *I feel worried from the comment. I Didn't exactly hear him* What the heck... *I lock the door behind him, then start cleaning up. I count the money in the register and sweep the floor. After that I go into the break room and clock out. I walk to my apartment and when I get in, I change into a more comfortable, but fasionable outfit. I put Pierrot's chocolate out of my pocket and go back out. I walk out of the café and walk down the street towards the circus. I see the entrance. When I get close enough to it I take out the red ticket pierrot gave me, and I wait until I can get the ticket punched. I wait silently though.*