[ after the beach... thing, he hadn't left his apartment until today. too many people, too much... ridiculousness... to deal with. he'd spent the time with May; looking after her and playing with her. she had been happy enough with the attention.
he'd done various cat-related errands this morning and now that he'd had a chance to be separate from... everyone else... he doesn't feel like staying home anymore. in fact, he's made his way to the club. despite his best efforts, he's curious about what that stupid hunter said.
the place is absolutely not to his taste, down to the music, but he stands at the counter and directs the robot to give him out of one of the bottles with clear liquid in it. the scent is strong -- harsh and sour. he dips a finger in the glass and touches it to his tongue--