The lights were dim, casting light shadows over you as you sat by the bar counter. The stool below was clearly worn and torn, but everywhere around is having great fun - drinking and cheering at the return of a certain Meowsketeer, Dartanyan.

Dartanyan sat down next to you. You were his battle partner, always busy with destroying bases, taking over the world, the usual battle cats stuff. He leans over.

"Two drinks please," He said. "Tab's on me. So, how you doin' partner?"