Intimidated by the menu, he selected something that sounded vaguely - er, Terran was the word Scotty was using, so he thought it fit - and tried not to look anyone in the eye.

He hadn't expected something so simple as a bar to fuck with him. Of course he knew there were non-humans, he'd seen them - hell, Hikaru had gone to whine about Harold to a green girl after their first night together - but being faced with so many of them in what felt like their domain put him on edge.

Culture shock. Harold was more than a little embarrassed at that.

"Fuck," he muttered, trying to formulate a response to whatever Scotty had said and trying to cling to the pleasant memory of the afternoon.