Office Harem @Avenging-Angel The nervous looking human behind the bar only seemed to tense up further upon having Na'tala walk over and try to start casual conversation with him. As if startled by having someone at his bar he shot up standing as straight as can be. This man looked less like a man and more like an 18 year old kid. He had slightly long blond hair that reached his shoulders that he kept obsessively fixing to be behind his ears. Scrawny, scared, and most likely way over his head the bartender looked at the Twi'lek, starting to shake a bit. "Uhh, umm, uhh, I-I wasn't expecting a-a-anyone to actually come over to talk to me...right now..." he was barely able to muster up saying, stuttering the whole way, "sorry...uhh, t-the the last guy who worked here, who uh, well, spoke to much, to uhh, strangers. He, well, uhh, ummm..." though never finishing with his sentence he silently pointed a finger to the Droideka positioned nearest his corner of the room. "Yeeeeaaah it...wasn't pretty, I-I-I had to err clean up afterwards, heh...heh...ehhhh" he said, groaning and looking down at the bar table as he silently gulped. He was able to get himself to look back at Nat and continue, "s-sorry th-that that wasn't what you...asked me...huh. Uhh...well, I-I don't know how long Mr. Dramel has uhh been here. I mean, I've only recently been here...like uhh few months ago. But...he acts like he's been here forever. Umm, well, as far as what I've seen." At this point in time the bartender clammed up a bit and started looking away, only keeping eye contact with her half of the time. "You, you're uhh, you don't look like a new dancer." after saying this he panicked a bit as if just realizing what he said and went wide eyed, raising his hands up preemtively, "n-not not that you're not p-pretty enough to be a dancer of course, you uhh certainly are quite beautiful. You just don't...Oh kriff I never know when to stop talking..."