A Tentacle Monster and a Lust Demon Walk Into a Bar...

Goodall had become much better at communicating with the humanoids. Their bizarre sound-based communication was difficult to learn at first, but after over a year of steady practice and many horrible faux pas, he finally felt confident enough to venture into mixed company in public.

He needed a context where it would be normal for him to interact with total strangers. One of the people he had spoken with suggested going to a 'bar,' which was apparently a place where the humanoids drank poison for fun. Goodall was so excited to see this. It sounded like a fascinating social ritual! His appendages were writhing and wriggling with anticipation.

There were several bars in this particular part of the city. Goodall picked one at random and extended a tentacle with a hat on it into the humans' three-dimensional plane.

The humans in the bar would see a slimy blue tentacle with a fuzzy purple fedora extending out of the floor, then just sort of, sliding along over to the bar. "HELLO MY NAME IS GOODALL," It would say to the bartender. At least, one would think it was at the bartender, given the way the hat was oriented.

"... Well, I'm Thomas. It's nice to meet you, Goodall!" the man behind the counter would say. "Care for anything to drink?"

"I CANNOT DRINK I AM HERE TO COMMUNICATE." It was a deep, consistent monotone, like a text-to-speech program with no punctuation included in its script.

"Okay, um, sure," the bartender replied. "Good luck with that, Goodall."

"THANK YOU," Goodall said. Goodall was proud of himself for recognizing that the Thomas humanoid was wishing him good luck, and that this meant he should thank him. He had come a long way from his first contact, when he shoved a tentacle into some monkey-boy's mouth because he thought humanoids could use tactile telepathy through their tongues.

Eliana wanted to be his best friend! He was going to have a friend!

Goodall didn't know how he managed to pull this off, but he must have been doing something right. Maybe he was much better at humanoid communication than he gave himself credit for. He was very pleased with himself, and the tentacle with the hat wiggled delightedly.

"I AM DELIGHTED," the monotone voice informed her. "IT IS NORMALLY VERY DIFFICULT FOR ME TO INTERACT WITH HUMANOIDS OR ACQUIRE 'BUDS.'"

Goodall then realized that his tentacle wasn't technically facing Eliana, because his fedora was still pointed at the bar. Two other tentacles seemed to extend from the bar itself; they reached out to Goodall's hat, rotated it so that it was facing Eliana, and disappeared as suddenly as they arrived.

Eliana seemed confused about Goodall's inability to have friends. This made Goodall even more confused. "I HAVE KNOWN HOW TO USE LANGUAGE FOR LESS THAN ONE YEAR," Goodall's monotone informed her. "FRIENDSHIP WITH NO COMMUNICATION IS DIFFICULT."

Now Eliana wanted to go somewhere more 'solitary.' Some of the other patrons nearby were listening to this conversation and snickering uncontrollably. Somebody mumbled something about seeing enough anime. Goodall didn't know what any of that was supposed to mean.

Also, why did Eliana want to take him elsewhere? "IF YOU WISH TO TAKE ME SOMEWHERE ELSE I WILL ALLOW THIS. BUT I DO NOT KNOW WHY IT WOULD HELP."

The snickering intensified.

Goodall didn't think that these 'silly' people were that much of a hindrance, but he also didn't know how literally any of this was supposed to work. He would play along.

There would be some resistance as she first tried to pull his limb along, until he realized what she was doing. His little hat-puppet-limb would move along at the same pace as her.

"WHAT MAKES THEM SILLY." He asked in a monotone, slightly quieter than he had been speaking before. "WHAT IS GIGGLING."

Making sexual jokes about him? He had noticed someone back at the bar saying something about someone called Annie May. Maybe that was a sex joke? Goodall didn't understand human mating behavior, nor did he really understand 'jokes.' Part of him wanted to go back and investigate that behavior further, but he had already gotten this far with this other individual.

And now they were in a building with some oddly-constructed floors. Many younger humanoids were using the floors' special properties to propel themselves higher into the air. Eliana made some sort of currency exchange with one of the humanoids near the entrance. The guy at the front was giving the couple an odd look for a moment, eyebrows scrunched up, wondering if he would soon have to call the police to remove these two. Goodall didn't recognize the significance of that facial expression.

Was he ready for fun? He would need more information to determine that, such as, "WHAT IS FUN?"