"This one appears to be named after some sort of shrine... 'Shirley Temple'. Shirley must be a powerful god indeed." What's worse is there are easily five pages to this menu, not counting the many drinks scrawled on signage behind the bartenders head, as well as people shouting out concoctions that appear to be of their own preference and making.

At least he isn't the only one out of his element. So often Rokuro feels alone in his struggles, and while he appreciates Tech's many explanations a great deal, it is difficult not to feel like an idiot (or worse, a child) in comparison.

Suddenly, one confusingly colourful drink is slid in front of Rokuro, and then another in a rounder glass, dark red in hue, only for a third to appear behind them. A rich amber liquid in a much shorter vessel.

Rokuro twists to look around himself, to see if there is someone on his right side or behind him who is ready and waiting to claim them.

"Did we take someone's place?"