The robot bartender looked at the man, hung his head and shut down.
"Idiot!" cried the lady, placing her closed parasol down on the table, rushing to the bar.
"Don't ask the bartender complicated questions! Now he's gone about trying to find an answer to a question he doesn't know" she said in a rush, turning the robot around, slamming his chest on the bar, revealing his back.
"Can you read? His back pannel says A-A-A-A. Don't ask, his creator was one of those idiots who just presses AAAA every time he gets a high score on a video arcade game"
She kicked his left leg, folded the robot's hand into a fist and made him punch himself in the chest. The robot's eyes glowed once again, stood still for about 2 seconds then went back to work.
"Why are you going around asking names anyway? Shouldn't you ask the lady first? How rude. Secondly, why bother asking names when you haven't even introduced yourself first?" she said sternly.
She sighed to herself on the inside. Men.
She glanced to the boy, he was still by the other woman who appeared to be sitting there playing with some sort of electronic device.
She felt the room go colder than usual for a moment, then shook her head slightly. It was as if she had left something behind when she had gotten up, and it was as if she had forgotten something - and as if something was watching her.
