Before taking his seat: Brent replies "I'm here for job oppertunities. It may just be a visit, but if the clientele is good, I'll stay here until I can't afford to pay for my drinks". The troubled psychiatrist walks to his seat.

After a moment of a nice calming envirement, the Doctor Hears the familiar bartenders voice and looks up to see him talking to a space-Lizard. "A Jekult?" He whispers to himself. Brent only knows a little about the Jekult from his boxing days. They were in a class all there own due to the amount of hits they could take. An opponent would lose all there stamina before having a successful, damage inducing hit. Few heavyweight boxers try every year to fight in the Jekult class, but are rejected due to the number of previous boxers that have died while boxing them.

"Damn Lizards" Brent thinks. 

A little while longer passes and Brent finds that his beer has magically evaporated into thin air. After a brief moment of thought, he realized that he may have finished it awhile ago. Concluding that to be the case, he approaches the bartender once again and says, "can I get another of what I just had, please?"
He reaches into his wallet and grabs some currency out of it and places it on the table. "This should cover this one and the last one", he thinks to himself, as he cautiously looks around for the Jekult completely forgetting there was one in the bar. While waiting for the bartender to bring him his drink, he quickly scopes out the place for any women who seem worth talking to.