Sky heard it and acknowledged it with the slightest of nods. He went into the rear of the group, still keeping up the confident swagger. Actually, it looked somewhat familiar--hmm? Who knows.
He wanted to keep up the act, but the last thing he wanted to do was cause a scene. He brushed his hair to one side arrogantly while tilting his head up, putting one leg over the other casually. Then he said the last thing anyone would have expected him to say--"A drink. Of some kind." He looked pointedly at whomever was taking the order, as if saying, You should know what I like.
Mostly, Galaxian was cringing at himself, afraid of saying something wrong. He didn't know exactly what dishes and drinks this place had.
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