His drink finished, Rafe signaled for another.  He had a regular set of preferred drinks that the bartenders knew, and cycled through randomly, at his request.  All unadulterated.  He knew that drinking unaltered beers and other things, even eating stuff, disturbed others of his kind.  Which was quite all right.<br/><br/>Thinking of which, he nibbled on a few bar pretzels while the bartender took care of his drink.<br/><br/>And he listened, occasionally flicking an eye toward the other barflies.