[ Tama has certainly taken what Yizhi said on the network to heart- it may be shocking to find him hanging around anything so...audacious as the Tamamo bar spaces, but he's carefully making his way around, trying to play at the curious and coy listener eager to be wowed by the boasts of the drunks. It is working out for him, for the most part- he's stopped to the bar to buy drinks twice for whomever he's having his ear talked off by, sometimes adding a sprinkle of stardust to the drink from a pouch he's carefully tucked in to the sleeves of his yukata. But it's always with a harried rush that he makes a beeline back to his conversation partner, giving Yizhi a relieved smile.

It's the third time that he finally sits down at the counter, though. For the sake of not being further mobbed by celestials, he's let Frog Man take a well deserved break from being present, resting his chin in his palm and just trying to take it easy for a second. Socializing like this is exhausting. How do people do this day in and day out? But he's determined on his course of action... ]

Ah, no, this time I'm drinking for myself. Is this an improper place to ask for a cocktail, or are you only doing straight-pour? [ Are these even the 'modern' terms. He's not been to a bar, aside from that embarrassment at the tiki counter two months back. ] I really want a cherry mojito but...I'm worried the other servers would eat me alive. [ Literally or metaphorically. ]