The man raised a shaky finger to call the bartender, but when he didn't appear he turned his head slowly to his right to watch him scrubbing the glass of the chiller cabinet, recently re-stuffed with more dark beer as demanded.
"Xin! More beer!" The man shouted, slamming his fist to the table, and everything on top to wobble after the impact.
Xin ignored him. He'd had enough for the night. The least he could do was give him water to sober up. An hour passed, and the man got up on his feet. He was tired, and he had to go home. Clearly, he couldn't do that by himself without help.
Zhelan wanted to help, but he knew nothing about the man and was barely familiar with the places around. He lifted his eyes once he took note of the figure beside him. The bartender stood there with crossed arms, and he wondered if he'd outstayed his welcome.
"Are you new here? I haven't seen your face before."
"Ah, yes. I just moved in today. I'm not from around here."
