Who: Wade Wells, members of Torchwood, npced members of the Allies Lounge staff. What: You think you know your bartender... When: September 26th Where: The Allies Lounge/ later various places
The late shift was something that Wade had gotten used to. Since getting the job at the Allies Lounge about ten months ago it had been her normal schedule. She'd show up for prep about four, get an hour for dinner (which was more like lunch) then the doors would open at six. Perhaps it was more boring than what Wade was used to, but after all the time she'd spent on the run a bit boring was exactly what she needed these days.
Boring paid for a roof over her head and for her attempts to fix the timer. The key word was attempt. She never had had the head for science that Quinn and the Professor had. She and Remmy had on more than one occasion tried to learn, but the tinkering that came so easily to them... well it just wasn't meant to be. She'd brought it to an expert or two who had given her cost assessments and then had been unable to make heads or tails about the mechanisms. These days she wasn't sure why she found this to be surprising. Until she'd met John Smythe and Adric no one had been able to fix it and she'd been sliding randomly. And now here, in Cardiff, Until she fixed it, she was stuck.
Wade walked out from the back of the club and took her seat behind the bar. She grabbed the notebook from the backbar, putting it off to her left away from the draft taps "Hey guys! Didn't expect to see you tonight. The Colonel said you had some kind of big storytelling thing planned. Can I get you anything?"