Literature
Portal2-Recovery pre SPOILERS
Recovery
Prelude
"Piece'a cake for ya' dear- Wilson, don't mess with that thing, you know bloody well it don't work the way it should." The waitress scowled at one of her regulars, an old, silver haired man who was currently fiddling with the ancient juke-box in the corner.
"She only works right for me, you mean." He flashed her a near-toothless smile, sliding a few quarters into the slot.
"You're the only one who ever tries it, you old coot." Said a man at the counter. He lifted his empty coffee cup slightly, nodding his head at the waitress as an indicator for her to fill it.
It was an old-fashioned café, one that few even kne