Sitting there at the pub, Geb drank at a booth with just him in it. The place was packed, besides this one booth. Geb was sure it was probably his demonic presence that caused some people to back away from him. Oh well, this just meant he could enjoy his food and drink alone.
Geb ordered one more plate of wings and a bit more mead. He was going to enjoy this meal while he could. It was getting late though, being midnight now, and Geb wasn't fond of staying up until the wee hours of the morning. But.. half an hour more wouldn't hurt him, he supposed. He hadn't had quite a feast like this for months on end. If only Gallent the Munchlax was here, he'd enjoy this.. Geb missed the little fella.
And thus, Geb waited at his booth for his plate of hot wings, not knowing that soon, perhaps another person may come and join him looking for a place to sit. That was certainly a possibility, especially considering how popular this place was. It was bound to happen eventually.