[dive bar]
Not only was the bartender taking his sweet time to consider serving him a drink despite the credits on the bar, but also was some as*hole telling him that he was not welcome. To top it off he was jabbing his finger in Fells shoulder.
It took a moment to weigh his options....be the good law abiding citizen, that he usually was on all the upper decks, or go with the flow of this place.
Fells decided for the latter. Without looking he grabbed the 7 stubby fingers, that were tapping him and twisted them away from his shoulder.
"Get your fuc*ing paws off me!" He warned the guy but never looked at him. Instead he clapped his flat palm on the counter.
"I have just the same rights as everyone else here to get a drink."
A lot of eyes of all sorts and numbers were suddenly on him. Only now did he realize that there were no other humans in this place, only one humanoid. Everyone else was clearly different and had most likely been treated badly by the humans or another dominant Starbase race.
"C'mon guys, I'm just thirsty and I don't care where you come from. So you shouldn't either."
"Well maybe you should pay us some respect..." The bartenders now said with a heavy accent.
"Order your beer elsewhere on in Capocian fashion."
Fells was confused what that may mean, so he simply pushed the credits closer and offered a smile. "A drink, please?" He placed both hands in front of his chest and bowed in attempt to be friendly.
The bartender rolled his eyes.
He finally poured Fells some sort of drink and leaned across the counter until his feelers where touching the Icelanders pale skin. "We don't serve human drinks....try this."
He watched Fells closely from piercing yellow eyes. "Most guests come here to hide, to forget or because they can't show their face anywhere on the upper levels....which kind are you?"
Fells let that question linger, then took a sip, that made him gasp for air. "You decide...." He laughed without humor.