Ophidian mingled in the back of the club, unseen by most as he sipped what appeared to be nothing more than a Roy Rogers. Evidently he didn't really want to get drunk. He'd seen Alice leave and now his eyes narrowed in on DJ. He wanted to make sure she was on the square...<br/><br/>He moved smoothly through the crowd, past various anthropomorphic beings, finally stopping at the bar and plopping himself a small distance from DJ.