Farren was sure that she had only managed to keep her job this long by sheer luck alone. Of course, everyone's luck ran out eventually and she wasn't exactly holding her breath. The only reason she held down this job was to have something to do with her days besides playing video games and watching bad movies. A nagging voice in the back of her mind (that sounded an awful lot like her mother) said that could easily be remedied if she could just figure out what she wanted to do with her life and go back to school. Life was just... too serious. And then you died. Besides, she felt as though she were still seventeen years old and someone handed her the keys to Adulthood and said 'have fun being a grown up!' Maybe that was why her life had no direction and she felt no shame in still living at her parents' house.
She nodded when he claimed the bird, but didn't say anything right away because of the customer exiting the shop. She glared after the man, idly wondering if he had enough balls to call the corporate line or even her manager and talk about her behavior. Odds weren't likely. Granted, if anyone was calling, it was to bitch about the service they received so Farren felt fairly safe when thinking about how many calls had been about her. "Love of my life," she responded with a dull voice. "Can't get your bird to shit on his head, can you? Just miss the drinks. If he comes back to order again, I may just strangle him. Years in prison has to be better than listening to people like him."
"I'm Farren, by the way. Farren Summers. If you can get your bird to do me a favor, I'll bring you out a free drink. Muffin. Whatever."