Kankri begrudgingly shuffled into a little bar that he was being forced to go to thanks to his best friend Porrim. She had told him that he needed to get out more, and while he had given her quite a valid and reasonable explanation as to why he didn't have time for such meaningless things such as "getting out" she refused hear his argument and practically dragged him from his apartment. So now here he was. Seated in a booth in a corner of the bar, sulking as Porrim ordered beers for them.

After a bit of sipping on his beer Kankri began to relax, smiling and rolling his eyes as Porrim began flirting with their waiter. He then got engrossed in a discussion with Porrim, who apparently had caught him rolling his eyes, about slut shaming. He was so focused on their conversation that he was completely oblivious to the fact that a someone had taken residence on the bars little stage. The drummer picked up a beat and a smooth voice began singing into the microphone.

"Black and orange stray cat sittin on a fence,

Aint got enough dough to pay the rent."

That voice. It captured Kankri's attention immediately, especially when Porrim elbowed him. "Ow! Porrim I'll have you know that-" She waved a hand in face and motioned backed toward the figure on stage. He frowned, sighing, but turned his attention back toward the singer anyway. On closer inspection Kankri could see that it was a young male, quite possibly around his age, with slicked back jet black hair. He then realized Porrim was talking to him. "This is why I wanted you to come! That's Cronus. He's a raging douche bag, he flirts with me every time I come here, but he sings pretty well don't you think?" Kankri did think that. He thought this guy, Cronus, was very talented.

"I dont bother chasin mice around, woah no

I slink down the alley, lookin for a fight

Howlin to the moonlight on a hot summer night

Singing the blues while the lady cats cry"

As Cronus sang that line the singer met Kankri's eyes and winked at him. Kankri blushed brightly, his eyes widening, and he looked away quickly. Porrim, who had missed none of that, raised a brow at him. "Kankri?" "Yes Porrim? " He mumbled, taking a long sip from his beer. "..Nothing." Kankri glanced back up at Cronus. He was smirking widely as he sang.

"I dont bother chasin mice around

I slink down the alley, lookin for a fight

Howlin to the moonlight on a hot summer night

Singin the blues while the lady cats cry

Wild stray cat, youre a real gone guy

I wish I could be as carefree and wild

But I got cat class, and I got cat style"