"I'm pissy with everyone, she's not anything special." She quipped, leaning on the bar and wrapping her tail up so it was on her lap. The last thing she needed was some asshole to step on it. She took a breath, letting herself calm down for a second. Was she...jealous for a second there? The thought almost seemed preposterous but without any other explanation for the curling feeling in her gut she had to accept it. shaking off the thought plaguing her mind she looked up as the bartender approached them.<br/><br/>"what can I get for you?" The man asked. He had six rows of eyes, his jaw wide set and leading to a ghastly mouth with pincers. Shula was almost startled by the site, her claws digging into the wood of the bar. She had become too used to human appearances while on Earth...<br/><br/>"Cercy sent us, said you'd give us some papers." Shula said, possibly a little too quickly. The bartender nodded, a small smile in place as he produced a singular sheet for each of them.<br/><br/>"All we need is your name and signature at the bottom. When you're ready I'll have someone show you where you'll be staying." He said. The bartender looked between the two, leaning in a bit to be heard over the large crowd.<br/><br/>"Can I offer any of you a drink?"