[sylvanSpider]

Stephanie sat down at the bar, having to hop a little to actually plant herself on the seat as Seth prepared her drink. Seth looked over at his human coworker who still hadn't bothered to get up and sighed. He couldn't even have the satisfaction of having all of the tips for his work at the end of the night. The nightly tips were split right down the middle between the two of them, and right now the only occupant at the bar ordered what was possibly one of the cheapest cocktails there was. At this point, he'd be walking out with pennies. Granted, all of his living expenses were covered somehow by his cell unit (he'd never bothered to ask how they procured so much human money, never really cared to), but it was the principle of the matter.

The only benefit to his working was the fact that the girl before him seemed pleasant enough. She offered him a broad smile as he set the drink down in front of her. She took a large gulp and sighed, content, “Much appreciated, friend!” Looking back in hindsight, he probably should have asked for her id according to human custom, but if this was a bust she would have done it the second the drink was served. As it stood, she sat, continuing to kick her feet.

Stephanie was generally easy going. She was content enough going to college, gathering information on human culture to help formulate an attempt at cohabitation. The bar emanated different scents, but the strangest came from her bartender. He wasn't human, but he wasn't her species either. She'd heard rumours of other spacenoids looking at the blue-green planet for habitation and wondered if he was one of those, on a similar mission to hers. She hoped his sense of smell wasn't as good as hers, or he'd know what she was right away. Still, it was worth noting that she should be aware of him.

The door opened once more, a couple walking through the door. Raphael sighed, getting to his feet. Seth had taken the last one, it made sense that he would take these. “Welcome to Corner Pocket,” he said, mustering a smile that seemed to not fit on his face, “What can I get the two of you this evening?”