Red stood by the bar, hands in his suit pockets. He wanted to drink, but didn't want to take off his helmet. So instead he just stood.

Off in the distance, he see's you- dancing/talking with people, having a good time. A hybrid. Enjoying their night. God, he hated hybrids. Aliens, ect. It was a big0ted opinion, yes, but he didn't care.

He felt the need to approach you, to start something. You feel a tap on your shoulder, and turn to see him there.