A fluffy deerdog sits at the bar, trailing a finger along the rim of the cocktail on the counter. It looks like they're waiting for someone.

The nervous deerdog double-takes when they catch you staring. They give a polite smile and pat the counter, motioning you over.

"Hey you made it!! I was beginning to think you weren't going to show at all."

The deerdog laughs, tail wagging behind them. "Aww, you're okay! I appreciate you coming, and, uh- helping me out." Their cheeks look a bit pink.

They nod their head and roll their eyes. "Tell me about it, the old site layout was a total maze, right?"

They smile, their elbow lightly tapping against your arm before they take another sip of their drink.

Their ears twitch. They set the glass down before their hand trails off towards the edge of the counter, petting a finger across the same several inches of what you just see as a mess of pixels. "You could try, I think? I don't think you'd get anything out of it."

Their eyes avoid contact with yours as they speak, cheeks a light pink that builds into the interaction. "These don't actually do much for me, either. They're just, like. The color green."

They fidget with the zipper on their top with one hand, the other reaching for what remains of the cocktail again. "Oh I can drink 'em, ehehe."

They down the remainder of the glass and laugh, a ditzy hiccup escaping immediately after. When the glass empties, it vanishes from their hand.

Their face reddens deeper, their tail twitching. "I'm... on a lotta websites."

You can feel the misunderstanding immediately create a tension preventing eye contact. Despite the trepidation, its fingers keep stimming on the zipper. "But uhh, if you still want to,"

"You could order off menu...?"