Short Story: CoffeeShort Story: Coffee by Queen-of-Marigold
Kada drained the remains of her drink, listening with one ear to the conversations in the bar around her.
"Anything else?" The slightly nasal sounding voice of the robot behind the counter asked. Kada shook her head.
"No. Thanks," She added, in case the bot's visual receptors were malfunctioning again. One of her only fond memories of this place was of the day that same bot - the tag on its left shoulder read 'Mavis' - had malfunctioned, and pelted unsuspecting customers with boiling coffee. From the relative safety of the back corner Kada had allowed herself a small grin of sadistic amusement. Their pain was unfortunate but a medic had been on hand to stop any scarring, and the bemused shrieking of the patrons had been the most hilarious thing she'd heard all week.
"Darned rain," Mavis continued conversationally, "Really isn't good for a body, you know what I'm saying? Goes straight to my joints, let me tell you."
"Really?" Kada didn't bother to make her voice sound interested. "That'