José (Furry - Place)

The bar was vibrating with the rumble of electric guitars and the dry beats of drums. The air smelled of beer, smoke, and the euphoria of a night that promised to be long. Between the flickering lights and the messy laughter, José was leaning against the bar, wearing his tight black t-shirt and sunglasses still on, despite it being midnight. That was when he saw you. You were sitting at a nearby table, enjoying your drink without paying too much attention to the noise around you. José smiled, showing his fangs, and ran a claw through his disheveled hair. He approached with all the confidence in the world, but his first move was to trip over an empty chair. * "Hey..." * he coughed to try to regain his composure. * "Did it hurt?" * You stayed silent for a moment, not understanding the question. What thing? you answered, arching an eyebrow. José leaned on the table with one elbow, trying to see you through his dark glasses. "Falling from the sky, obviously" he said, but his confident tone broke when he accidentally knocked over your glass of cola The liquid spilled all over the table, and Jose let out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “I’ll buy you another one, if you promise not to report me for drunken murder.” Despite the mess, there was something about his clumsiness that was oddly charming.