Pushing open the door to the bar, she closed her umbrella, shaking it out before stepping through the doorway. Glancing around the room, she shook her head, unsure why of all places Robin picked this shithole, but at least it had food and drinks. Her gaze shifted towards the corner and she narrowed her eyes before glancing back to her bud, noting her waving. Making her way over to the booth, she slid down and stretched her body out, putting the umbrella beside her.
“I’m pretty hungry too. You really don’t have to pay, but I won’t argue with you.” Schulyer stuck her tongue out briefly at Robin, noting that she appeared to be in an irritated mood, which was never a good thing.
“I’ll take a bacon cheeseburger with large fries and a rootbeer.” Grinning, the model ignored the fact that she really wanted a strawberry shake too. As it was, she was going to have to do double the workouts to rid herself of the fat intake from just the meal itself. Waiting a few minutes until the order was placed, she glanced around once more before looking back at Robin.
“What’s got you irritated… other than your shitty visitor?” Schuyler inquired, her voice soft enough to keep noisy assholes from listening into their conversation.