[ WP ] Take the taste of a drink and make it the atmosphere of a story .

Alistair swallowed his neon blue mix, a twisted concoction of xeno engineering went down bitter as it burned the throat. The man gritted as he eyed the bartender, distaste from the barkeep was apparent for the human, a wicked smirk ran across the alien's face as he sauntered away. 
 
 The smokey club's walls bounced with each thump of the bass. Blue and green women danced about on poles as the lasers danced about the haze, holographic flames illuminated the bottles on the wall, giving the bar a eerie red glow. 
 
 Again Alistair glanced about the crowd, waiting for his mark to appear. Eying his watch, a large Korlak bumped up against him. Cursing the terrestrials presence, as he made himself a hole and flagged the keep for a drink 
 
 Striking his illegal Earth made tobacco, the human began to make for the door. Pushing his way through the crowds of dancing aliens, whose colors and cultures were abundant.
