Ensign Hudson Ravis was a simple man, one who came from a rather humble home. He rarely visited bars, and the ones he visited were generally empty. He had little tolerance for alcohol, and would feel as if he'd pass out after a beer.
He walked over to the bar and took a seat.
"Erm, can I get uh, like uh, half bottle of beer or like a uh, half cup of ale?"
The bartender gave him a funny look before going under.
Hudson tried to lean back, but the stool had no backrest. He fumbled on the stool, making a bit of racket.