@Muchadoaboutnothing : From time to time, the conversation moves from the crowded and loud public drinking area to the patio, or the sidewalk, at least 9 meters from the door. You are never invited.
Ask yourself why. You observe all of the proper protocols within the public arena. You wait your turn, when two are speaking to each other. Your opinion is solicited, when two or more of the adjoining tribe congregate. Trust is demonstrated when one of the adjacent tribe asks YOU to watch their table and their
mead while a lower tone is used, to impart private knowledge, among the members of the pariah club, many of whom are cousins, once removed.
Your current place is among the diverse population. Within that area, there are always different groups, each with their own chosen turf. I'll now use the Star Trek analogy.
On some outpost near the border of Empires, an artificial oasis sprouts from former desert land. In most cases, the original proprietor has long since passed on, and at one point, he did not have a successor from his own tribe who wanted to be a barkeep. At that point, he sold his liquid assets to a Ferengi, who hired some Paklets to paint the interior, make short term repairs to the plumbing, and to decorate the exterior with the tribal symbols of the tribes of whom he was trying to attract.
Within close proximity, there are many such establishments. The Klingon-only oasis is not a public place, although it was, within recorded memory. It's now hosted at a private home, and entry requirements include accompanying a member, recognized by the doorman. This private place has no background music, the light is from an open fire, and each of the tables is some distance from each other. the tables are frequently moved together, or apart, but at the cleaning interval, the patrons move the tables back to their original position, before departing in a single file, where the sequence is usually the same, but not always. Sometimes the former leader is absent. Sometimes the positions of the tail end are fluid. Drinks were free in old school establishments. At one time, the protocol was for one to buy for all at the beginning, and the honour of providing for all proceeded in turn.
The establishment is now owned by a Ferengi, who doesn't patronize the establishment himself. He does, however, hire a junior of his clan, with acute aural skills. (continued...)