Bryn bounded into the club with his usual energy, slightly buzzing from the large measure of firewhiskey he'd consumed before leaving the house. He wasn't much of a drinker, so anything got him hyper. His choice of costume was, he thought, a stroke of brilliance. Though as he glanced at the male dancers on their podiums, he thought that perhaps the figure hugging nature of his clothing wasn't such a good idea.
Still he was Aslan! The best character ever created and he had a mane and tail and basically, he rocked. Now all he needed to do was find someone he recognised.