Absinthe it is, then. I'm quite partial to it myself, but why don't you take a seat, I'll get the drink. [ He gestured, to a small, quieter seat in the corner, but it still offered plenty of opportunity for people watching.

Shade really did favor things as most immortals did. He slinked off to the bar, and gestured, the bartender was obviously familiar with Shade, and after procuring the bottle, glasses, and the rest of the paraphernalia onto a tray, Shade was over in place, seemingly in one place, and then back the next.

Overuse of power had never occurred to him. ]

Ah, here we go. An old classic, and thank you to this world's traditions, to keep the drink flowing. Other worlds have not been quite so kind.