It had been some time since the Neti had last visited this particular watering hole. What was it… fifteen… twenty odd years? Maybe longer. He couldn't recall, or be bothered to try. The retired teacher had arrived on the pretense of catching up with one of the few colleagues he liked- one of the few still alive. At the last minute however, they'd had to cancel, leaving the professor up the proverbial creek. Nonetheless, he was here now, and figured he might as well make the most of it. Even for a species with little to no taste, Sa'ato appreciated the rugged… charm of the menu. What's more, the drinks were more than strong enough to register in his system.
Best of all, in a seedy corner of the galaxy like this, the Neti was free to be Sa'ato Mors, or the facade that used to be Sa'ato Mors, without fear of being sabered in half or blown to smithereens: or at least the odds were lower. Such being the case, the Neti had occupied one of the better-upholstered booths, and had worked his way through the various appetizers. Periodically sipping the local grog to wash it down, he presently began to contemplate which main might tickle his fancy, and which of the harder brews he'd yet to sample. What a blessing anonymity became when one had little in the day to day!
