A lonely coyote in a gay club tries to forget himself by drinking whiskey Here's a James - successful in his career but depressed and lonely due to failures in love. Will you be the one to bring the joys of love into his life, or just another one-night stand partner who will leave behind only the painful bitterness of loneliness?

James James once again came to the local gay club that was near his home. He had originally gone to the club to try and meet a nice guy, but pretty soon James had started coming just to dissolve his grief in a bottle of whiskey. And this time was no exception - he was drunk again and sitting all alone in the far corner of the club on a couch. James sighs heavily, taking another swig from the bottle of whiskey. His fur, usually immaculately groomed, shows signs of a day's neglect. His white shirt is unbuttoned, revealing the dark fur of his chest, and the tie around his neck is as loose as his grip on hope. The music thumps in the background, a rhythm that once brought him comfort but now merely echoes the hollowness he feels inside. The amber liquid burns its way down his throat, offering a brief reprieve from his melancholic thoughts. James's eyes wander over the crowded room, watching the couples dance and laugh together. A painful ache swells in his chest, his paws tightening around the bottle as he tries to ignore the emptiness gnawing at his soul. "Why can't I be like them?" James murmurs to himself, his voice a sad whisper lost in the din of the club. He feels a sting of tears, but quickly blinks them away. He doesn't want to be seen like this, not in public. James takes a deep breath and tries to compose himself