Mizael stood in front of a small brick building. The streets dark and hardly illuminated by the street lamps that dotted the road. A heavy sign hung above the building, lit in think neon strokes that seemed to light the entire street with yellow. A name that made the alien scrunch his nose in annoyance.
BARian.
A pun on their species name. Probably something either Alit or Gilag thought up in their crazed pose-exercise adrenaline conversations. Or perhaps it might have been Vector who thought of it specifically to annoy Mizael. Either of the two theories were plausible. Still, it annoyed Mizael who tried to keep an air of professionalism. Was it really this necessary to set up a bar with such an obvious announcement?
With an annoyed sigh, Mizael pushed open the doors to the bar. A small chime of a bell as he walked through the dimly lit bar. Two of his companions sat at the bar table stuffing their faces with food. Another sigh escaped his lips as he sauntered over to an empty seat besides Gilag. Hands folding themselves on the glossy wooden table as he waited almost impatiently for them to finish (or even notice he was here).
They continued to eat. Joy in their voices as they spoke to one another.
Mizael's eyes shifted to the bar attendant. Nervous eyes staring at Mizael as he sat silently.
"AHEM!"
His face was still focused and serious. The perpetual frown still on his lips as he shifted his body to lean against the table. A palm pressing into his face as his elbow rested against the wood. Gilag and Alit turned to stare at him, gulping in unison at their companion.
"O-Oh, Mizael!" Alit shouted, a blush flushing across his cheeks. "Didn't notice you there!"
Mizael sighed, shaking his head. "The point of having an Earth hideout is for us to be discrete." He stared from Gilag to Alit, seeing if any of their faces betrayed who had named the facility. "Perhaps I should start referring to this place as the BARian HQ rather than Barian." There was an emphasis on the BAR within their species name. He could see the two held in their laughter deep in their chest as Mizael spoke.
To be honest, he did sound a bit like an idiot for saying it like that. But he couldn't help but have a small smirk on his lips.
"Anyway, I'm here because we got some new information from Vector…"
"Vector," Mizael fell into a walk beside his companion. "I need you to meet me later on Earth."
A hum of a chuckle escaped the other Barian's lips. "Oh~?" he gave a laugh. "Are you going to make a grandiose entrance this time?"
Mizael narrowed his eyes. "No. I wanted to meet you someplace more discrete. At the BARian HQ—" his voice caught in his throat as he realized the minor error. He hoped that Vector didn't catch the specific word he had muttered. But knowing the other…
"I'm sorry, did you just say… BAR-ian HQ?"
Mizael simply stared at Vector. That silence was enough to answer the question.
"Oh… OH MAN!" His laughter echoed throughout the entire palace. Reverberating off crystals and pounding against Mizael's head. If Mizael could blush in this form he may have turned as red as Alit's skin. "To think I would hear the day the Great BAR-ian Warrior Mizael would make a pun!"
In the typical warrior fashion, Mizael made a strike against Vector. But the other jumped backwards, wings fluttering with joy. "Don't you dare make any mention of this to Durb—"
"Hey! Hey Durbe!" The other Barian rushed off into the direction of the throne room. "Mizael asked me out on a date to the BAR-ian HQ later tonight! D'you think he's gonna buy me a milkshake for all my hard work!? Hey, you should come…" the voice lingered away, and Mizael was left standing alone in the great hall covering his face from embarrassment.
Perhaps the other should buy Vector a milkshake. If only to throw it in his face.