In fact the back of the bar was filled with prizes as far as Tal was concerned, and he ordered his drink - a Halovian Mule - with an appreciative sigh. Her professional bartender's hum was about what he'd expected and he waved a hand with a grimace. "Yeah, yeah, scare up a couple o' manta crystals for me an' I'll call it even," he relented morosely. What else could he do? He'd missed the deadline he'd set and with it his chance at trading for her Compass.
While she pulled down the bottles and mixed the mug he followed her gesture to take in the updated wetbar.
It was a good thing that she hadn't served him yet, though, as her casual list of the other improvements had him first wrinkling his nose in consternation, thinking he must have misheard her, and then blinking in surprise and leaning away from a nearby orchid, and then coughing as he turned an interesting shade of pink in what was possibly a new speed record. "I'm sorry, did you say traps??" he finally managed to wheeze out, pounding his chest with his fist to help restart his heart. "Wh... why in th'hail would a bar need traps??"
While she pulled down the bottles and mixed the mug he followed her gesture to take in the updated wetbar.
It was a good thing that she hadn't served him yet, though, as her casual list of the other improvements had him first wrinkling his nose in consternation, thinking he must have misheard her, and then blinking in surprise and leaning away from a nearby orchid, and then coughing as he turned an interesting shade of pink in what was possibly a new speed record. "I'm sorry, did you say traps??" he finally managed to wheeze out, pounding his chest with his fist to help restart his heart. "Wh... why in th'hail would a bar need traps??"
