"If what I see is what's on the menu, I think a helping of everything will do just fine." He said rather throatily. Emblazoned by Lucille's ego stroking, the orc paraded through the town, or atleast the cantina. It was a short walk, as by virtue of design they had elected to build near the strip. The sign above the door read 'The Desert Rain.' A myriad of strange faces turned their attention to the orc, or more precisely his companion.<br/><br/>Quickly he approached the bar. The tender, a dark-haired man with pointed ears, brightened upon seeing them. "Ahh! Drak'thar! Always a pleasure to serve. And you brought with you a... delectible desert flower."<br/><br/>"Always the charmer, eh Gilidad? Careful; your wife found out the last time." They both seemed to have a hearty chuckle in them. "Listen, I need mainframe access and I don't have time to head to city hall. Open the secure line and activate the sound proofing. Two of your strongest drinks as well, and send up a bot this time. I don't want to be disturbed."<br/><br/>A knowing grin tugged at the right side of Gilidad's mouth. "You got it, boss. It'll be ready by the time you make it upstairs."