Earth was not at all what Rynn had expected.
He sat at the rear of the entertainment facility, his back to the wall and a drink in his hand as he watched the humans interact. The drink was alcoholic, but nothing that would impair his responses if anything untoward happened. Although, even half drunk, his warrior’s training and sheer size would ensure he came off the winner against even the biggest of the human males in the place.
Copying the actions of a drinker near the bar, he took a healthy swallow. Then he resisted the urge to crunch his face up. It was weaker than kervasi piss and tasted like engine degreaser. He kept his face level and even managed to make a small sound of pleasure like the males around him had on their first swallows. It was all part of the act.
A master of blend
