The door opens slowly, but no one really greets you.  The cafe looks more like a sleazy bar short on sleaze.  No customers groping ass, no hostess flashing tit, just two waitresses doing very little waitressing.  One girl stretches her arms out on a table half asleep, her cat hears in her hand, and the other pours herself a pint getting drunk way too early in the day.<br/><br/>The drunk makes a grumbling 'hah' noise as she looks up at you.  She's older, pretty too, but a little too mature for kitty ears.  With blonde hair and thin blue eyes she'd be welcome on any guy's lap, just not with that scary look.<br/><br/>"What'cha doin' here, girly?  This here," she begins interrupting herself with a drunk hiccup, "is a<em>cat</em>bar for cats."<br/><br/>"Mm.  Cut it out."  The other girl, a dark haired young beauty, peeks at you with a somber, emotionless look.  "What's your poison?"