Waricson slumped into a stool at the bar without a hint of his usual grace before ordering a steak meal and a lemon lime bitter. His mood was foul instead of his usual happy go lucky demeanour as he stared out the nearest window mumbling to himself.
'No tact...*mumbles*...Trigger happy fool...*Mumbles*... Who needs fire support on a date...*mumbles*... Stupid irradiated nebula.