When Sean entered the jazz club, he immediately headed to the bar, ordering a beer, a blue moon to be exact, with extra orange slices. Belgian beer in hand, he looked around for a seat, hoping he didn't wreak of pot. He hadn't sprayed any cologne, mainly because he couldn't stand the stuff, he had never found any he had liked. They were all too musty and potent for his taste. So it was spray some air freshner and smell like pumpkin spice (his current febreeze spray of choice), or smell like pot. He clearly chose the latter of the two.
As he looked around for a seat, he quickly saw one next to Cat. He wasn't exactly in the mood for company tonight, but at the same time, he didn't really want to be alone either. He approached Cat with a nod. "May I sit in this empty seat? I would've arrived earlier, but I hadn't meant to come tonight."