" Ah. Short skirts and tight pants. The club scene is just perfect for a browser of backside like me." The four incher mouse man of grey and brown color moved about the dance floor, letting the rhythm of the music move him past the feet that threatened to crush him at the wrong turn of the beat. He was unafraid though. He knew how to move , beside's his eyes were where they should be, up. His target was not the feet on the dance floor however, it was the booties shaking in the air. An ass man of great distinction he was as he peeked up skirts and sat at the bar stools to remain eye level. He was quite literally elbow deep in a martini at one point, eating the olive from the toothpick as he lounged in the drink and watched the lovely people pass by.