Having only known him for a few minutes, Tarik was nevertheless growing used to what words would come out of Gae's mouth, so that when he brought up the mention of Tarik being good-looking and the probability of being married, Tarik merely continued to frown his contemplative frown.
The bar they entered was one of the smaller ones in the city, boasting only a few chairs and tables and one counter the length of two men lying down. It smelled of sand and wet wood, a smell not very pleasing to Tarik's nose, but not as terrible as some places.
He'd never been here himself, only seeing men come and go from its doors when he passed it on his way home from the desert in the evenings. Today there were but two men, and about four women whom were scantily clad and made Tarik blush and avert his eyes. This was the last place he ever wanted to be on a nice, hot day.
"'Cha want?" the bartender asked from his place behind the bar counter, leaning casually forward and looking to Gae, who he apparently recognized as the one who would be spending the most money.
