Boss enters his old, now unused building, the old building. small, quant, still smelling of perfect grounds and mahagony woodwork. everything was in tip top shape, and as a smile crept across his face, he pasted up the permanent rules once again, made two entire drums of coffee, stuck them up as if youd get wine from them, and flipped the sign from is normal closed position to "open". lights were turned on, cups were apparent, and the rules still read as follows;
no roughhousing
no romantic gestures beyond hugs, you may be in love but you can do it somewhere else
existing plots have no place here, this is for relaxation and friendship.
and last of all, relax, enjoy the large bowls of curry and plentiful coffee, and have fun with your pals.
also pay your bills, this aint no charity
