New Yorkie City, Pilfered Paws Bar. 8:40PM.

The rain pattered down onto the street, a constant drone of cars still sounds off despite the time. You dart between covers, from awnings to small construction platforms, but eventually your luck runs out. The rain pours down a little harder, and the long stretch of nothing doesn't bode well for your health... or fur.... or clothing.

You sigh, resigning yourself to somewhere nearby, and you begin to scan the area. A closed bakery, a local grocery, a few small restaurants, and then you spotted it. After a small staircase down, an underground bar, 'The Pilfering Paw'.

Entering through the door, the bar is dead silent. The lighting is a soft orange, the wood is varnished, and with seats covered in soft velvet, the atmosphere was fancy, yet cozy. Plenty of games and tables sit off in a corner of the bar. Pool tables, arcade machines, slots, and even an old heavy bag. You wander through for a moment before a voice cuts through.

???: "'Scuse me, mate, you lost?"

You whipped to the side, and sat behind the bar was a white furred cat. He wore a suit, black with a light blue tie, and wore a smirk that could kill a man with its pure smugness.

Darry: "Name's Darrian, but most call me Darry. You one of the poor sods Timmy dragged into this?"

You blinked, and he caught the confusion for a moment.

Darry: "Oh... you're not? Well, welcome to the Pilferin' Paw. Everyone's out doing the usual, but you'll meet them quick. We have the 'tactician' Timmy, the 'Trainer' Dimmy, and the self-proclaimed 'Fashion Expert' Larry. Oh, and me. I just give vague concepts of quests to the morons that join, and serve drinks to Dimmy."

He chuckles, shaking his head softly.

You smile, taking a seat and ordering a few drinks... but there's no chance to get into a real conversation before the back door thumps open, a cavalcade of cats pouring out. While most spread out, one heads to a corner littered with servers, cameras, and a laptop. He sighs, his frayed orange fur jutting out before he smooths it, readjusting his black tie and dark blue suit. Another heads to the pool tables, smiling as a few other cats get into a brawl for money, her tailored white suit indicating that's Larry, and one walks up and is passed a drink, passing a glance at you.

The black furred cat gives you a tired once over, narrowing her eyes as she sips the drink now in her paw. She sighs, adjusting the slightly open black suit, lacking a tie.

Dimmy: "... hm, they new?"

Darry: "They're not one we recruited, if you can believe it."

Dimmy: "Shocked. They'll probably come to train anyway, they always do."

Darry: "Don't be such a downer, Dim. You do get you bully people."

The gruffer cat chuckles, before heading off towards a booth.

Darry: "I think she likes you, though that could be them hating you. I'm never able to tell. But, either way. Welcome to the Pilfering Paw."