[ from the very first second Tavros walks through that door all he can think is, i don't want to be here. it's crowded, it's LOUD, it's hot and it smells funny, people give him and his forever-long metal legs weird looks and remark on his horns. thanks to certain special help he's managed to find clothes that fit but aren't especially dressy—but here in the darkness of the club it doesn't seem to matter all that much. someone jostles him and he mumbles an apology, looks around and spies a free stool at the bar, and that's where he parks himself (thankfully he manages not to knock the people sitting on either side of him off their chairs when he sits down).
the bartender asks him what he wants to drink and he fumbles for a minute and then says uhh, water, and everyone within a five-foot radius of him gives him a weird look so he adds, with alcohol? and then they start laughing at him so he just grimaces, flushes a deep brown and turns away to watch the crowd, instead.
at least the bright side is that to anyone who doesn't know what a big dork he is, he sure is statuesque and good-looking, sitting there casually on that stool. ]
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the bartender asks him what he wants to drink and he fumbles for a minute and then says uhh, water, and everyone within a five-foot radius of him gives him a weird look so he adds, with alcohol? and then they start laughing at him so he just grimaces, flushes a deep brown and turns away to watch the crowd, instead.
at least the bright side is that to anyone who doesn't know what a big dork he is, he sure is statuesque and good-looking, sitting there casually on that stool. ]