... not very well dressed, thought DeathWraith, as he was directed the tip of his tail through the back room, trying to find the pudding dispenser. "Vanilla..." he decided. "This guy's yellow, he definitely wants vanilla."
DeathWraith had only recently started on this job as a barman, but he already felt like he was doing great. His ability to wait for long periods of time and listen without actually paying attention really recommended him. He had been a praetorian for some time now and he really didn't miss being part of the actually-working-class. Perhaps because he had sacrificed the parts of his brain that dealt with missing things when he evolved.
"Here you go." he said to the drunk predator who seemed unable to open one of his eyes, as if he'd tried to wink, but then forgot about it halfway through. He placed the two cups of vanilla pudding on the counter, trying to avoid facing the Queen directly. She was making him very nervous, not only because she could feel that he was nervous, but because the last time he was this close to a Queen, there were people with guns pointing at them and he ran into a wall, but that didn't do much good, so he tried to chase some of them, but he wasn't really good at it, and then he stumbled and fell down a hole. By the time he got up, the whole hive had moved on without him.
"She can probably hear everything I'm thinking, calm down, calm down, she can hear this, stop thinking about how you fell in the hole, stop thinking, stop thinking, she can hear you thinking, damn it, i hate Queens, SHIT, I shouldn't have thought that, move along, just pretend you don't know that she can hear you thinking this, just move along..."
He went to the corner and started sweeping the counter with a white piece of cloth, when he noticed a fly. He tried to catch it, but failed, causing it to drop right into someone's drink. This person's name was...