It was a rather calm evening in a Bar named Lackadaisy. The place looked fairly empdy and quiet at the moment. Usually a Band should be playing around this time but the Band leader Zib appeared to sit by the front desk by the Bar.

Zib looked to be asleep,his head rested on the Table,his points ears pinned back behind his Hat,in one hand he held a pack of cigarettes and in the other was a empty glass. His jagged Tail just hung down the Chair and his yellowish eyes were shut close.