Ossanlin opens his eyes again after just taking a few minutes and breathing some pure outside air. He watches Terenia and Efaen walk back into the bar in human morph. Terenia's energy signature was extremely easy to read...it was in the shape of a Yeerk but distinctly human. Apparently she had finished calling her boss. He figures he might as well join the crowd.
Ossanlin quickly trots around the back of the bar, letting go of his silver-blade form and reverting to his regular Andalite self. He takes off his battle harness and twin katana, and morphs behind the bar naked. Thankfully no one was around. He smiles with his entire face, still finding the sensation of the mouth strange, and sneaks in the back door. He goes back to the room he had ditched the old Imperial uniform in and awkwardly puts the clothing on, losing his balance several times....two legs and no tail! What an inane design for a body. He manages to wrestle the uniform on and straightens it assiduously...it remains a bit wrinkled and creased but isn't twisted awkwardly anymore. He picks up the utility belt with the old dracon in it and straps it around his waist. He looks longingly at his custom shredders...but they didn't go with the costume. He hides the harness with shredders carefully...hopeful ly he wouldn't need them, but he could dodge back here pretty quick if he absolutely needed to.
Ossanlin sneaks back out the back door and walks around to the front of the bar, walking in slowly and standing very straight and erect for a human. He stands about 6' tall with shoulder-length straight black hair and light brown eyes. He wrinkles his nose and barely resists the urge to contort his face in strange ways over and over, thankfully this contributes to the apparent look of disgust on his face, as if he smells something bad. He looks at Terenia and then Alic, barely keeping the smile from his face as he watches Alic consuming what is most-likely another alcoholic beverage. He walks up beside Alic, his boots tapping on the floor-boards. "Do you have redin in this midden-heap?"
The BT gives Ossanlin a baleful, dangerous look and pours a glass of the dark red liquid, pushing it out in front of him. Ossanlin sits on the stool in front of the drink and looks once more around the room, missing the loss of his stalk-eyes badly. How could humans not be paranoid about what was behind them all the time? He picks up the drink and puts it to his lips, taking the smallest of sips. The stuff has a somewhat unpleasant taste and quite a burning sensation. Ossanlin swallows it without gagging or gasping and sets the glass back down, shifting his gaze imperiously to Alic before turning to look at the shelves of liquor behind the bar.
