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</div>Red watched the new customer enter, watched it stand and blink as its eyes grew accustomed to the new lighting level, and its ears to the noise level. Probably human? Most likely male? That was her assessment. She wasn't often wrong. She slipped her waitress pad into the pocket on her jeans (something Humans had got right several centuries ago) along with her pen (The ball-point pen is one of the mysteries of the universe in that it seems to have been invented instantaneously by every intelligent species in the galactic sector), then did a back-flip off the bar and schmoozed her way over to the table the young man was sitting at.<br/><br/>"Rrrrrrr!" She told him, making absolutely sure he knew she was there. "Table charge is five creds. Wifi is ten creds per hour or part, which is still cheaper than you get anywhere else. Payable up front. Or you can order one drink an hour of your choice and get the table and WiFi free..."<br/><br/>With that she perched herself on the table as seductively as she could, given that she didn't find him the least bit attractive - not his fault, just a peculiarity of her species. Pulled out her pen and pad and waited for him to order.