Dirk Bell sat in the corner, watching the place. He felt uncomfortable in so crowded a situation. He damn sure wasn't gonna sit with the two assholes he'd been fighting with earlier this afternoon. That one in particular, the one Dirk had shot, no one but his friend seemed real keen on sitting by him anyways.
"What can I get you, handsome?"
Dirk looked up from his thoughts to see a seven-foot, four-armed, bald, androgyne, with smooth, pale skin standing in front of him.
"Hi, my name's Octavia, I'll be your waitress, or anything else you want, hot stuff."
"Just a beer." Dirk said, cooly.
"You sure, sexy?"
Dirk raised his right eyebrow, eyeing the "waitress".
"Just a beer." He repeated.
