[don't worry Dorian, he's used to it. It's not even average back home, he always sticks out.

Bartolomeo grinned widely as he spotted his companion for the night and headed right over, dropping onto the stool next to him]

Yeah, yeah, sorry 'bout that. I always forget how long it takes to get through the gateways. You ordered yet?

[The bartender conveniently wandered their way at that moment, gave them an uncertain look, and tried to slip past unnoticed. No such luck.]

Yo! Something fruity, I wanna start out slow if we're gonna be at this all night.