I sit bored along the bar, as several drunk men try unsuccessfully to get me into bed. I've only had a few drinks and am feeling only slightly tipsy, as I try to ignore the morons that keep pestering me on this dump of a space station.

As another rejected drunk wobbles off, I lift my bottle to my lips, crossing my long shapely legs and growl to myself, tail swishing in annoyance, "I'd have to be a lot more drunk than this to sleep with one of those losers."

I mutter bitterly under my breath as I consider heading back to my apartment in the stations residential area.