Sitting at one of the tables, a tall and very slender man rested, kicked back in his chair. A healthy, natural tan covered his tone figure, and his short hair was a rich blond. His legs were crossed and propped up on the table's edge, and his chair sat on the two rear legs, and he rocked lightly with his eyes closed. He wore an unusual uniform, that of a Starship crewmember, but his overshirt was unbuttoned and untucked, revealing his white undershirt with two gun holster straps crossed around his chest. A small girl sat straddled on his lap with her little paw-like hands clinging to his shirt as she gazed curiously about the bar with her piercing green eyes. She was a tiny catgirl, no more than four feet tall. Her skin was a dark, rich tan, covered by nothing but skimpy shorts, almost like lingerie, and a piece of fabric designed to cover her full bosom and push it forward. She had long, wavy hair that came down her back and was a washed out blond, almost a sand color. She had a cat tail, covered with fur of the matching color of her hair and her cat ears were soft and furless, matching her skin through her hair, and then whiskers on the cheeks of her human face. Her feet were cat anthro-ish and her hands were slightly clawed. A petite collar was around her neck, and a long, small-linked chain draped from it, and the other end rested in the man's hand of which both rested on her thighs. Her body was very mature and also tone. She was lithe and very attractive for someone so small.
The man peeked open an indigo eye and gazed over at the entrance after hearing some commotion. He smiled, sighed and leaned forward, uprighting himself and the chair. He petted the small girl and she closed her eyes and grinned happily, nuzzling into him. With his free hand, he grabbed the only filled bottle out of five off the table and took another swig from it and looked back at the entrance. He removed his hand from the girl's head and wrapped it around her, lifting her off him, and he set her on her feet with another pet. He then stood up slowly with his bottle in hand and her leash in the other and gave a big stretch. The girl yawned and stretched her little cat self, too, and stood closely beside him. The man then began walking with the girl close behind and headed off toward the door.
Abruptly, the grumpy man was pushed out of the doorway and to one side. "Excuse me!" the man blurted. He stood over the other drunk by a few inches, but was also thinner. He then looked around at him, the boy and the girl, and he smirked again and introduced himself. "Hello thea! I will be youa guide today! I am Alexanda!" he said cheerfully, visibly not sober, especially with that bottle in hand. The short catgirl peeked out behind him and noticed the boy first and smiled cutely. He then looked down at her and landed a hand on her head. "And this is lil Neptune!" he rubbed her head and focused on the girl, still grinning. Neptune meeped and closed her eyes as her head was rubbed, her ears falling to their sides, and then looked back over at the boy when Alexander removed his hand, still holding her leash in it. Her ears spasmed and she smiled again with a small blush, still half behind her owner. Her tail swayed and curled, flickering out from the other side of Alexander.
