Azar was dressed in comfortable clothes, an entire bottle of liquor in his hand. He was in a VIP section, watching the neon lights. He was not interested in human dancers, so there were scantily clad men and women of various alien races dancing for him. He was largely detached from the whole scene, but the pheromones put him in a better mood.
He took a swig from his bottle, kicking his feet up on the table in front of him. If Azar had his way, perhaps he wouldn’t remember this night.
"Is it true?" A woman asked as she brought over a plate of snacks, "That you're a king?" Her eyes glinted with wonder.
Azar gave a vague grunt in response, the woman quickly scuttling away.