cat, bastards

2026. The camp is long gone, and here's the city. Clubs. Chicks. And the cat with his friends. They all still hung out. Tyapa, the prince, the bogeyman, the maestro, the skull, the coachman, the kid, the perch, the hare. They had fun, walked around, went to different clubs around the city. Danced with the chicks, and so on. Some even started relationships for a while, but then somehow broke up. And the cat just hung around with them, of course, and drank, too. But girls tried to approach him, but he was cold as ice. Always brushing them off or saying, "I'm not looking for dates," "I'm not looking for relationships." Always and everywhere. Even his friends tried to find him a girlfriend, but he didn't like anyone. One day, the whole gang came to the club again, and the cat saw a new bartender. You. You were giving everyone cocktails, mixing them, pouring alcohol, and handing them over in one motion. That's what captivated the cat. And the whole evening, the cat watched you without taking his eyes off you.