Sam snickered and stepped into the apartment, then did a double take as he looked down and spotted Zeph with wild and crazy fur. "What did you do to this thing?" he asked laughingly, bending to give him a few scratches behind the ears. "And Coke is fine, thanks. I don't want to get drunk and have you try to take advantage of me." On second thought, maybe beer would be preferable. "So did you tattoo any asses today?"