The place was what used to be a storage area for the storefronts above, comfortably warm with terrariums scattered throughout, some between booths and some on their own pedestals. Walt waved to the buxom woman behind the bar, "Evenin' Sami, this is Tach, we're on a date."
The woman behind the bar beamed, pushing herself up away from the bartop and gliding out from behind it, she was a snake from the waist down, patterned like a diamondback, but sleek like a boa, "Well then we'd better give you two lovebirds a corner booth, hm?" She waved them closer as she snagged a couple menus, gliding easily across the floor to the corner booth, presenting it to them, "There you go."