(I would like a girl to primarily jump into this one, but you can bring in whoever else you like, which is why I put it in this forum. PM me with your response, reply to this thread with any questions or comments. Thanks! ;) )<br/><br/>Quiet jazz music swirled around the pub, flirting with the cigarette smoke also curling through the crowd of mostly deadbeat alien creatures that had holed up here for the night with a strong drink. Or...two. Four? Who knew.<br/><br/>Rocket himself had lost count of the hard ciders he’d drowned himself in, striped tail lazily swishing to the music, but otherwise slouched glumly on a barstool.<br/><br/>He took another sip, running his tongue over sharp canines.<br/><br/>The bartender came over looking disinterested, but Rocket caught the slight hitch of worry in his tone.<br/><br/>“Hmph. Don’t knock yourself out, there. Gotta be awake to clean up my floor when you go hurl’in on it.”<br/><br/>Rocket slowly looked up at the scruffy man, the mutant raccoon’s amber-eyed glare piercing straight through his skull.<br/><br/>“...You talk’in ta<i>me</i>?”<br/><br/>The bartender’s eyes widened, before returning to the seemingly permenant tired scowl etched onto his face. He turned away, grumbling lowly about minimum wage and crazy squirrels.<br/><br/><i>Whatever.</i><br/><br/>You had been watching all of this from a distance, seated at a table in a far corner. For some reason, this bipedal mammal...attracted you. You weren't sure exactly what it was, but you felt the strangest urge to talk to him. Maybe it was because he fascinated you with his bold attitude and striped exterior.<br/><br/>Or because the guy could hold his liquor like no one you’d ever seen.<br/><br/>Either way, you wanted to get to know him.<br/><br/>So, you went for it. You got up, strode across the room, and sat yourself in a barstool next to him.<br/><br/>He glanced over at you stoically, but then you saw him do a double take out of the corner of your eye while you waved the bartender over.<br/><br/>“Hi, I’ll have a-“<br/><br/>“Give ‘er a Shirley Temple.” The raccoon interrupted you, tossing his units on the table.<br/><br/>You turned your head back to look at him, blinking owlishly.<br/><br/>He merley smirked at you, his voice low and rough, probably from the alcohol.<br/><br/>“Anything for da pretty lady.”