“Can I get a tipping of The Red Flame, lady”

“Sure thing- man”, Larvella said whilst her middle eye rolled, from the lack of manners this Groot brought to the tavern.

She was growing tired of the lack of decorum in this place. Was it really too much to ask to at least get the right label for her species.

“Jorg”, she said whilst pushing the tipping of juice to the man.

“What was that?”

“I’m a Jorg. Not a lady. I thought you would have learnt that by now after being here for a few months.”

“I’m sorry m’Jorg, bad habit I guess.”

Larvella’s eye rolled again whilst she started shuffling around glasses, trying to tidy up this place after the previous nights drama.

“I’m tired of this place, can we split?” her middle said.

Looking up toward her middle eye Larvella sighed and thought maybe this time she was right. Things were beginning to get more rowdy here, the same people come and go every day, and still no-one even tries to acknowledge her as one-of-them.