The dark skinned male couldn’t make a choice, a pursed lip and a constantly gazing eye gave him a sort of indecisive look about him that clearly upset the cute bartender. The young brunette gave the young man before her a closer look, the young man’s exotic looks definitely not belonging to anything that Fiore produced. He stood at a meager yet average height of five foot ten, clearly still within the bounds of his growth spurt if the disproportionate body parts of his were anything to go by. He seemed to be a stickler for posture, back straight even in a bar stool, and held his head up with a purpose, even if that purpose were choosing an alcoholic beverage. His hair was up in fairly high twists, the beginnings of dreads could be seen as they were tied up into a thick ponytail to keep it all out of his face. His clothing was kept simple, only a short sleeved graphic tee with some vague pop culture reference that she hadn’t paid attention to in the past five years stamped across it. She couldn’t see his legs or lower body wear but she was certain that if he was dressed like the kids today that he would be wearing some kind of cargo shorts and sneakers. Frowning, she considered his kind trouble. Not because he had done anything himself, but because they usually drunk and dashed. Never bothering to pay or tip. She hated kids like that.
Luckily for her, Teiho had fully intended to pay today, only because he was rich off quests that he had been completing while within Orchidia’s city limits. Deciding that a basic vanilla flavored brew would fit his tastes for now, he’d drop the laminated sheet of paper and order a pint to start off his day. He’d have a lot of time to blow so might as well spend it drunk. As the young woman turned around to get his drink ready, he turned to face the tall dark skinned gentleman that joined him at the bar. He definitely stood taller than Teiho did, though he was uncertain what his actual height was due to him standing. A basic glance told him that the man was comfortable with fighting, but was clearly relaxed due to being in a sort of social location, though the small tensing muscles in his face and arms showed mental conflict, from what didn’t matter to Teiho. He wasn’t a psychiatrist, ‘I’m a librarian’, he said to himself in his head. Acknowledging that the man was talking to him, he’d turn back to the bar and give a sort of lighthearted grunt of agreement, “Definitely a distraction. I haven’t been sober since I got here. Barely remember why I’m here to begin with anymore”.
Giving the man another glance, he’d accept the drink from the young woman and raise it to his mouth to begin swigging. If conversation was what this guy was looking for, he’d indulge him. He had nothing to kill but time.