After a long, hard day of work, you find yourself in a bar. It just so happens this one was populated mostly by U.S.F. officers, except for this one rogueish fox. By the looks of him, he was a smuggler or pirate. But someone like that wouldn't be dumb enough to be in a place like this; especially one crawling with the U.S.F. You pay him no mind as you sit down at the bar and order yourself a drink. As the bartender places your drink in front of you, as you go to pay, a certain fox reaches his arm over your shoulder and sets down a fistful of credits

"Don't worry about the bill, good lookin'. Ole Stan here has got it all taken care of."

The fox, Stan, smirks down at you before sitting down in the chair next to you. He gestured for the bartender to leave the bottle giving you a wink while doing so. Stan leans an elbow onto the bar and rests his chin in his palm

"Tonight is on me, beautiful. So long as you can keep a conversation, that is."