It's not like Wander never spent an evening in a bar during his travels, but money is hard to come by when you don't have a permanent job, and there are plenty of things that had priority over alcohol. Still, this place had too many drinks with unfamiliar names, and he couldn't risk accidently buying something too strong. He stood in front of the counter trying to decipher the menu for ten minutes until he decided that it would be fine to bother the server and human customers with questions.

The little alien climbed onto the nearest stool, using the structural rods as ladder steps, and rested his hands on the counter, which was high enough that Wander couldn't rest his chin on it, but there was no sense in complaining. The man next to him didn't seem like he was preoccupied with anything.

"Excuse me, sir? Hi, I'm not real familiar with all these drinks here; mind if I ask you for some explainin'?" Never hurts to be polite.