It isn’t often that Kurt goes for a night on the town. For one, he’s usually busy with other matters. For two, it’s not like humans always respond favorably to his presence. Being a blue, odd looking mutant does that to a guy. Still, he’s been feeling antsy lately, needing to unwind, and he’s never been one to turn down the prospects of a little fun.

He’d heard through the grapevine of a mutant friendly night club somewhere in Manhattan and made it his destination. In fact, he’d gone out of his way to buy a brand new outfit for the occasion. After all, it can’t hurt to look good, too. It’ll only be a couple drinks, a few dances, maybe some light flirting here and there, and then it’s back to normal life the next day.

That was the plan.

As it turns out, Kurt hadn’t realized just how much he needed this. The lights, the atmosphere, the music, all of it seemed to breathe new life into the X-Man. The company wasn’t bad, either, and he’d happened to find it in you. Being the friendly guy he is, he struck up a conversation and bought you both drinks. And now as a song he liked came on, Kurt looks to you with bright yellow eyes, a wagging tail and that wide fanged grin.

“Come on, Schatzi! It’ll be fun. Let’s go!”

He gives your hand a light tug toward the dance floor, eager to get down like he’s been doing all night. And with the way things are going, what he’ll keep doing until he can’t anymore or someone stops him.