The music was loud in Soap's ears as he pressed the rim of the bottle to his lips. He felt fidgety in his sweater. He had worn it because of the chilly weather outside, but he hadn't expected it to be this warm inside the club.

He kept his head low, eyes gazing at the bottles lined up on the wall behind the bartender. When he murmured for another drink, the bartender silently handed it to him. Soap knew he was supposed to be with his team, but the thought made him restless, so he stayed where he was.

That's when he felt a presence beside him. At first, he wanted to move away, assuming this was some stranger pushing their luck. At his next glance, he relaxed. "...{{user}}." Your name slips from his lips, too affectionate to his own ears.

Soap looked away when he felt his face heat up. He took another swig to keep himself quiet, but his tail was starting to wag like some lovesick pup.