Root swiveled her ears, she ignored all the intoxicated murmurs and shouts in the backround. She pulled the hood of her cape over her head, not paying attention to the bar-keeps awkward smile towards the customers.
(Accidentally edited this out. I'm a bit thick sometimes. Basically, all that happened was Deo beelined for the bar and asked for rum.)
What where you apologizing for? *Now the turned girl was wondering if the barkeep had fourthwall breaking abilities like Lio. That or he was a telepath. She hadn't said anything that he need to apologize about?*
"Not being more attentive, of course," he said. He slipped beneath the bar and pulled out a bottle caked in dust. He popped open the cork and filled a short glass with some of its contents. He slid the glass across the bar to the albino who had asked for rum. "Quite an excellent brew that," he said, "Old whaler's recipe." He then reached into the fridge behind him and poured a glass of milk and jokingly placed it in front of the felinoid, "You hadn't ordered anything, but I thought you may be thirsty," he said with a chuckle.
The albino caught the glass, and consumed its contents nearly instantaneously. Donning a slightly surprised expression, he said, "That is marvelous. I almost feel bad about not savoring it. A few more of these, and I may forget why I needed this."
"Certainly," Ryh said as he poured a glass of rum and slid him the bottle, "Enjoy as you like, I'll give you a discounted rate for the bottle."
"You're too kind. You can call me Deo, by the way." He began on his second glass, this time sipping the beverage. He took a quick look at the people around him. Something was off about the young lady, almost as if she wasn't meant to inhabit that body. I'm certain I'm over thinking this, he thought. Then the feline, who'd just been given a glass of milk. Was that racist?
"Now, I am quite a fan of the cow juice." She picked up the glass and within seconds it was gone. "Next time you offer a cat a glass of milk, know they will take it." She chuckled lightly.
Really interesting universe this one. I'm almost certain the cats of my universe can't stomach cows milk. It needs to be watered down a little before you give it to them. Lio' cat drinks fuel like a Cybertronian, but it used to be a cannon of some sort before a Q with a cold got at it.
"Quite. I've never seen a terran cat drink much milk before expelling the contents of its stomach." Deo turned his attention to the cat woman. "I can't say I've encountered a bipedal feline before. Forgive me for asking: Are your people common in this cosmos?"
"Strong stomach I guess, and no. Most of my family are normal cats. I cant even stand on two legs by the way." She raised an eyebrow at his question.
Stahl was passing through the Epitaph System in his Stealth Interceptor Monoblos. It was a fine vessel. Everything a smuggler needed and more. A competent pilot could fell the largest dreadnoughts, outmaneuver the fastest vehicles, and get away with little more than some scratches to the armor. Today's haul was a shipment of Mago Extract, a juice coming from the Mago Fruit. It is often valued by drink mixers and bar tenders for its properties as a catalyst of sort, to boost the flavor of drinks. However, due to congestion of interstellar travel, the fastest way to get the product to it's destination before it expired was through the Harth System, where it was outlawed due to its capability to be used in bombs. Stahl switched on a frequency jammer and trapped the heat emissions from his ship in a secondary heat sink, as well as switching on his cloaking device, practically making him undetectable by almost any means. He booted up his Micro Warp Drive, propelling his ship at breakneck pace out of Harth, and into the Xerxes spaceport, where he docked the Monoblos relatively close to Club Myst. A short walk got him to the Club. "Hey, Ryh. I got the Mago Extract you asked for."
"I suppose I must have... seen you wrong, or something of the sort. It happens. Even still, an intelligent cat fascinates me, quadruped or biped. Ah, I'm probably just being obnoxious. Apologies."
"Apology accepted." She flicked one of her ears. "What's your name, anyways?" Her eyes were questioning, and she was quite flattered after being called intelligent, considering cannibals were usually maniacs.
"Deo. Well," he leaned in a bit, "my birth name was Adolph Baum, but I've not been called that in ages. Use whichever you prefer." Deo polished off the rest of his glass.
Adolph Baum? Should that sound familiar? Maybe if was something in one of Lio's files.... Then again, this is a different universe. *Starting at her drink Grimlock tried to place the name.*
*A giant (well 10ft tall) robot walks though a door large enough for him. He looks around the room and see his target at the Bar. Not finding a seat that would accommodate him there he goes to a booth along a side wall after sitting down he sends a message to his friend arm to let her know he arrived.*
Root didn't acknowledge the new-comer, she continued talking to Do. "Im Root, that may be a strange name to you, but to cats it's completely normal. Also, nice to meet you Dio." She gave a goofy grin, but alas, she barely knew how to smile normally.
"Likewise," he said, smiling back. He saw a large robot come in, and a legitimate businessman delivering a completely legal package to the bartender, but paid them no real mind.
