I was a little surprised to see an octopus sitting at the bar, to be honest with you, but I acted cool about it. I try to be open minded, you know? I just took my normal seat - two stools over from the large cephalopod - and ordered my usual, Glenfiddich, neat. I sat there quietly, looking at my phone a little and humming along to the music.
"Tough day?" the octopus said after a minute.
I glanced over to see if it was talking to me, realizing quickly that I was too unfamiliar with octopus anatomy to tell for sure. "What's that?" I asked casually.
"Tough day?" it asked again.
"Not really," I lied. "Why do you ask?"
"I was just noticing your coloration. You're showing a kind of down color." It turned to face me a little, I think.
"I'm always this color," I said, pretty sure I was right.
"Really?" It sounded surprised. It turned slightly blue.
"Yeah," I said.
"Oh, well, my mistake then." It turned a little bit green and moved back into a position facing away from me, I think.
We sat there for a few minutes in silence. I sipped my drink. It picked up its beer with a tentacle and pulled it into some hole and drank it, I can only assume. "Truth is, it has been a bit of a tough day." I said after a minute. I waited for a response, but It didn't reply or turn toward me. It just turned slightly orange and reached for another beer.
Hello, friends. Tough day?