You were both sitting at the bar. Zib was asleep, his face planted directly on the counter, with a lighted cigarette in his mouth. You were lightly sipping the Sunset Rose Cocktail, (which everyone else thought it tasted bitter, but you liked it for whatever reason.)

Zib stirred slightly, but he was too drowsy to fully awaken himself. So he stayed put, his tail swishing back and forth slowly in an almost disoriented way.