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A pair of wooden clunks heralded the arrival of their drinks as they hit the table. One of the smiling girls working at The Brewmaster's Barfight held her serving tray, bouncing up and down on her toes. "Is there anything else I can get you?"
Jim smiled back at the excitable panda. They all seemed excitable. "Nah. Knowing your uncle, I'll need a while before I'm ready for round two. Thanks, kid." Li Li gave one last energetic bounce and a toothy grin before hurrying back to the bar. Jim took a sip of Chen's Lite. It burned hard on its way down, but had a pleasant flavor. The man across from him let our a coughing fit as he made the same mistake as always, and drank it like any old regular beer back home. "You never learn, do you?"
Tychus broke his coughing fit to half-grin, half-grimace back. "Oh, I learn alright. Eventually this stuff'll go down like water if'n I put my mind to it."
"That's devotion."
"Speaking of puttin' mind to something," the large man swept his arm across the room, "you ever think about them girls?"
Raynor was worried about where this was going. "I think they might be a bit young for you, buddy."
"Naw, that's not what I meant." A look resembling concentration crossed his face. "Though, I s'pose, if you think about how old they are in panda years-"
"No."
A mix of a lingering cough and a laugh came up. "Well, I s'pose a gentleman like m'self might be a bit much for 'em. I was talkin 'bout how many there is."
True enough, there were half a dozen Li Li's working the bar. Explorers, warriors, and one that dressed like a ninja that wasn't being very stealthy, taking big exaggerated tip-toed steps and chattering to customers loudly.
"What, you thinking about how us all coming from different time-lines and mingling might be eroding our sense of self? I think you might have just caught introspection, Tychus."
He shuddered. "There a pill for that?"
Jim raised his mug. "This close enough?"
His answer was a barking laugh. "Close enough, Jimmy."

"I am not drinking this."
The Highlord was not amused. "Excuse me?"
"I. Am. Not." Sylvannas pushed her glass away from her. "Drinking this."
There was a rattling in Leoric's rib-cage, a semblance of a sigh. "What's the problem now?"
Sylvanas started counting on her fingers. "My sense of taste died with me. I can still smell, and it's too sweet. I can't digest all that sugar; it would ferment in me, and I'd bloat. I'm not drinking it."
Alarak made a less than flattering comment about how hard it would be to tell if she was more bloated. Leoric leaned between the two to address the Banshee Queen. "Well, apologies, highness, but you get no sympathy from me. When I drink, I need to return to wash the inside of my breastplate before it rusts. We drink. We ALL drink."
"What about him?" Sylvanas motioned to the Highlord. "He doesn't even have a mouth. Why does he get a pass?"
"Because while you're flapping your orifice, I'm being the only productive member of the table." Alarak's cup was floating back to him, after having emptied itself in one of the bamboo planters.
She was unamused, "That's cheating."
"It's strategy. You might consider it occasionally."
"That," Leoric's jaw clacked, "or you can tell her yourself."
The waitress approached the table, asking if everything was alright, if they needed anything, and they they liked the tea she brewed, just for them.
Sylvanas looked down at the young panda. She was smiling back up at her, eyes full of wonder, and a bit of nervousness. She wasn't afraid of the undead, but that her tea wasn't good enough. That'd crush the poor girl.
Sylvanas sighed and took a small sip. "Delicious."
Leoric poured the remainder of his down his neck. "As usual."
Alarak got as close to a smile as he could without lips. "Mmm, acceptable. Well done."
Li Li let out the breath she held, smiling all the brighter.
She went to her next table. Sylvanas spit her tea back into her cup.
Alarak chortled. "Oh-ho! And I was told you were heartless."