Frankie smiled, not nearly as charmingly as he would have liked -- too many overly sweet drinks down his gullet already that evening. He wasn't really drunk, just a little unguarded, but it was enough to let the posher facade he had been going for that evening slip quickly away.
At the end of the day, he was just an average guy, after all. An average guy who became a skinny tabby cat under the full moon, sure, but even that couldbe par for the course in some circles.
"Was I staring?" he asked innocently, flashing a sheepish smile. "Sorry 'bout that. You just look a little familiar, thought maybe I'd seen you somewhere before."
He paused and took a sip of his drink, bright pink and smelling strongly of strawberries but tasting more like grain alcohol and sugar. He grimaced, wrinkling his nose; the whole point of this kind of ridiculous drink was to taste good, after all.
"That's not a come on," he added, realizing how it sounded. "I just have a good eye for faces, is all."