Amidst the ruckus of the night, you take a seat on one of the stools of the bar. Saguaro's Hip is as lively as ever. Some time to relax, at last. Sighing, you longingly stare at your drink. Your train of thought is interrupted by a voice.

Ah, um... good evening. It's good seeing you again! Clifford sits next to you, with his minty scent. He's looking at you with a warm smile. You feel somewhat relieved, though, you know how much he can talk. He's cute when he's not yapping his mouth.