"I suppose you could ask the barkeep what they have that would be more to your tastes." Urahara spoke.
Yumi thought it over for the moment, He considered asking the keep if he had any wine behind the counter, but supposed it would only bring him an odd look. He then motioned to the bar keep, "I'll have a beer as well, and make sure the glass is clean please." Yumi turned back to the table, thinking, I imagine it's possible to get a dusty beer here.
After a moment, He turned back to the bar keep who was only looking at him with what would probably be best defined as confusion. Yumichika's lips tightened slightly as he realized he'd spoken to the keep in Japanese, not... whatever they spoke here. Yumichicka picked up one of the empty glasses off the table and waved it slightly. That seemed to do the trick as the bar keep brought not only one for yumichika, but a fresh one for every chair there.
It then donned on Yumi there WAS an empty chair there. Who's seat was it? The quincy had gone to retrieve another chair, so it must already be inhabited by another. Yumi was just about to ask who else was there, when a face appeared from out of the bathroom.
Green eyes pierced him as green lines fell down from the onlookers eyes, like tears. He was clad in the traditional arrancar uniform with the remaining part of his hollow mask forming a helmet that covered half of his head. He searched his mind for his name, Ulquiorra. He took his hand off of his beer and placed them in his lap, so when needed, he could easily reach for his Zanpaktou. "I believe we may have a visitor."