[It's been almost half a year since he's seen the grouchy-looking man with the pointed ears and distinctive tattoos, but a guy like Fenris is hard to forget. Wade typically only doubles as a server if the bar gets too swamped, but he catches the eye of the server currently working tonight and nods, indicating that he'll take this one. He strolls over to where Fenris is currently absorbed in his menu, gently clearing his throat to get the elf's attention.]

See anything you like, sir? We've got a great special on our white wines today. Excellent with fish.

[The cheeky, shit-eating grin on Wade's face indicates that the faux pas was completely intentional. His eyes flick downwards to take in Fenris's footwear-- or more accurately, the lack of them.]

Oh, and while I don't wanna stifle your creative flair, I think I should remind you about our "no shoes, no service" policy. Just in case you weren't aware.