[@Night_ Star]
[@Pseudo Stygian]
Pridopus stared at the mug the Authoress offered oddly; it wasn't like they [i]hadn't[/i] seen coffee - or its equivalent - before, but more so that it had just been so [i]long.[/i] Greedily they took it from the woman, muttering a quick and nearly inaudible [color=a187be]"Thank you,"[/color] under their breath. One hand came to lower the bandanna from their mouth just a tad, revealing it to be humanoid. The mug was still hot, but they couldn't find it in them to care, gulping down mouthful after mouthful of the drink until they had drained the entire thing. 

Upon realizing what they had done, Pridopus set the mug back in the Authoress's hands. They felt a shameful blush rise to their cheeks, but still they did not feel guilty. The coffee left a rather pleasant warmness to settle in their belly, and if they were in a more comfortable situation they, perhaps, would have taken their hood from their face. But that could be left for another time. Now, they still had to deal with the pain in their stomach. The drink might have satiated it for now, but presently Pridopus had their eyes set on the unassuming bartender that the Authoress had pointed out.

Making sure to thank the altruistic woman again, Pridopus began to walk over to the bar counter-

And then the lights dimmed, just a tad. Hm...how odd. Nobody seemed to be reacting to it, though, so they supposed that it was just a normal occurrence for this place. Nevermind the flashing lights booming from outside the windows - they didn't even notice. That was the thing about hunger, about [i]true[/i] hunger. It gnawed and gnawed until it became the one thing on your mind, all higher thinking regulated to background noise in favor of finding something to eat as fast and as easily as possible. 

And those fries the other woman at the bar seemed to be enjoying looked pretty good. Had this not been such a public location, Pridopus would have had have the mind to just grab a handful and abscond. But instead, they simply eyed them for a bit too long and shook their head, raising the bandanna back over their mouth as they closed the distance between themselves and the bar. 

Oh. The bartender seemed to be talking to someone. Rather than go ahead and get his attention, Pridopus resigned themselves to hovering by the bar in silence, waiting to be noticed.