Rhade had been sitting at the bar on Seefra, arguing with Harper over whether or not he could get another drink. Harper was under the mistaken impression that he was cut off. You'd think after growing up with Nietzcheans, the little man would have figured out by now that antagonizing them was a bad idea. Especially for one so itsy bitsy. Fortunately for Harper, Rhade was so sloshed he could barely stand. Good thing he was sitting down.

"Harper, give me that bottle." Rhade addressed Harper who was....there a second ago. He looked around. Not in the same place he was. Well, at least it was still a bar. And it wasn't Seefra. Probably Dylan or Trance's fault.

"....whatever. Someone get me another drink."