"Yeah, sure!" Alex said, looking forward to knowing his boss a little better. "I'd love to have a drink with you, boss!"
On hearing that Thabe's face seemed to light up. He didn't take too long to finish cleaning up and they were off to The Greenhorn. Alex noticed one thing weird, though: the smith was completely clean. Not that it was a problem, not in the least. But after a whole day working semi-nude at a forge, it was really impressive the dwarf had managed to not be completely covered in soot and grime. He was at the most slightly sweaty. Even Alex was dirtier than him and he had stayed very far away from the deadly heat that the dwarven smiths didn't seem to mind... He then realized he'd forgotten magic existed in this world.
"So, Thabe, how do you manage to work on that heat?" The human asked, while they slowly walked over to the tavern. "Is it... Magic?"
"Yup!" He said, as he looked at the human's slightly surprised face. "Everyone can do at least a little magic here." He said, walking backwards in front of Alex. "I always forget some of you newcomers aren't used to magic. But everyone uses it. Some magic types are more useful than others, but I've never seen someone with a truly useless magic type."
"So you're saying that everyone has one of these?" He lifted his sleeve and pointed to the bracelet.
"Oh, no, those are only for you newcomers." He returned to his position besides Alex, and started explaining in more detail. "We get our magic naturally, when we're born. Some people say it is chosen by one god or the other. Some can't decide if it is the magic type that influences your personality or if your personality influences your magic type. Some say it is a racial thing, and while some types of magic are definitely more common in some races and less so in others, it is really impossible to know... In my opinion..." He said, in a tone that implied he had this type of discussion a little more often than he might want to. "My magic is defensive, by the way. Not very common overall, a little more common among dwarves, allows us to do all kinds of dangerous stuff. I say, if you hear about a really unusual invention or dangerous discovery it was probably made by someone with defensive magic. I am content on using it to work on the forge. You can't really work on the fancier metals that require higher temperatures otherwise."
They reached The Greenhorn and the first thing Alex noticed was that the place had gathered quite a few patrons for the night. Although, when he looked back, about a block away there was this much bigger gathering of people down by Milo's Flytrap...
They easily found some seats by the bar. Dharron and Thabe greeted each other warmly. "So I see you met the Newcomer already?"
"Sure did. Mr. Greenhorn!" He said playfully trying to tug on the taller man's horns, Dharron easily dodged the dwarf's hands. "And you can put his drinks on my tab, by the way. Let's call it a welcoming party, what do you say?" He asked the human sitting in front of him. Expectantly looking into Alex's eyes.
"Sure!"
The night went by fast. He and Thabe were really hitting it off. The human had many questions about this new universe he seemed to have been thrown into, and the Dwarf was glad to explain it all. The currency, the town's layout, and even a little about the seemingly endless deities that ruled over this world.
When Thabe started talking about the sex god was when the conversation started taking a sexual turn. Playful flirting gave way to kisses and groping, as Alex felt that pregressing feeling closer and closer to completion and--
"GUYS!!!" Dharron screamed, and Alex seemed to come to his senses as his and Thabe's lips parted. The human blinked and looked around. The dwarf also seemed a bit confused, as if he also had just been woken up suddenly. "I know you're haveing fun, and everyone else is enjoying the view as well--" The tiefling gestured to the other patrons, who were mostly staring at the couple. "The problem is: they're starting to get a little too into it, and as such have stopped ordering their drinks and paying their tips. So I'll have to ask you two to -get a room-. I trust you remember where your room is?"
Feeling really embarrassed by the situation, Alex immediately got up and started apologizing to the tavern keep. Thabe quickly grabbed his hand and tugged him in the direction of the rooms. "Let's get a room then." He said as they climbed the stairs, hand in hand.
And as the newcomer showed the smith the way to his room, they could faintly hear the other patrons complaining and groaning that their evening etertainment was over.