Melomex
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8D3 got out of its seat and approached the bar, trying to walk as human-like as possible, its rigid servos and stiff metal frame of course failing it, however. 8D3 adjusted the hood of its robes to hide its metallic face, luckily its face was made of dull, dirty metal so it did not reflect the lights in the bar. 8D3 had no use for bars or other human luxuries, but its programmed in curiosity drew it to places like this, it was intrigued by the human's, they came in all shapes and sizes, unlike most droids it had seen.
8D3 faced the busy bartender, making sure the hood hid its face. "Give me whatever you got", it said in its robotic gravely voice. The bartender passed a pink concoction over to 8D3. What 8D3 would do with it, it did not have forward planning skills to know. 8D3 rigidly turned its head to look at all the interesting members in the bar, completely oblivious to its creepiness due to its lacking knowledge of social skills.
8D3 faced the busy bartender, making sure the hood hid its face. "Give me whatever you got", it said in its robotic gravely voice. The bartender passed a pink concoction over to 8D3. What 8D3 would do with it, it did not have forward planning skills to know. 8D3 rigidly turned its head to look at all the interesting members in the bar, completely oblivious to its creepiness due to its lacking knowledge of social skills.