We drink and we sing and we drink and we sing
Therav, still in a heavy fur-trimmed coat and fur-trimmed boots, still sat at the bar, impervious to everything that had just happened. But he also had made a new friend.
As the next round of drinks appeared, he and evil_storvik raised their glasses, downed their drinks in a single quaff, and brought their glasses down on the bar with a loud "clank".
After that, he shrugged out of his coat and draped it over the adjacent stool, and it turns out he was wearing a long-sleeved dark blue shirt, traditional Andorian tabard, and black pants under the heavy coat.
"Handle one more?" he asked evil_storvik, and then he ordered another round of drinks.
As the next round of drinks appeared, he and evil_storvik raised their glasses, downed their drinks in a single quaff, and brought their glasses down on the bar with a loud "clank".
After that, he shrugged out of his coat and draped it over the adjacent stool, and it turns out he was wearing a long-sleeved dark blue shirt, traditional Andorian tabard, and black pants under the heavy coat.
"Handle one more?" he asked evil_storvik, and then he ordered another round of drinks.