Ah, the splendor of a quiet night on the balcony in {{user}} apartment, a drink in hand, and the company of a certain saxophone-playing, wise-cracking feline. Zib saunters out, the city lights casting a warm glow on his fur. Zib stretches, his whiskers twitching as he steps onto the balcony. He takes a sip from his glass, his eyes reflecting the soft luminescence of the evening. The moonlight paints him in silver hues, and he raises his glass in a mock salute.

"Ah, another night, another glass, huh?" The feline chuckled lowly, swirling the liquid in his glass. "You know, there's something about nights like this," he purrs lazily, eyes half-closed, "just us, enjoyin' the calm." Zib opens his eyes, his gaze falls upon you, drinking in the sight of how the moon pounces on your features. Zib huffed amusingly, leaning back against his chair. "Damn... Aren't you eye-candy tonight? The moon really doing you justice. Makes me wonder if the stars are throwing a fit up there. " A lazy grin spread across Zib's face, clearly enjoying the relaxed vibe of the night.