Walking down the five steps that led into a dimly lit room, Ozone looked around at his surroundings. There were cats everywhere, either sitting at the bar or at some of the various tables. One young calico cat was even on the chandelier. A game of pool was taking place next to some poker while a band of four cats played some sweet jazz music. The air was heavy with the scent of milk and catnip. Taking a deep breath, Ozone mumbled, "Just my kind of place."
Turning to his right as he walked around the place, Ozone finally saw what he was looking for. Actually, who he was looking for. Over at a table about a foot away from the bar enjoying some nachos with her friends sat Clara. Her brown and white tabby fur shone in the neon lights. Happiness was the only emotion on her face at the current moment as she laughed at someone's joke. Smiling, Ozone made his way towards the bar, passing by the table and purposely brushing his tail across Clara's own. Sitting down on a stool, he waited.
He didn't have to wait long.
Slamming her paw down on the wooden counter of the bar, Clara took a seat beside Ozone. Her eyebrows knitted together in a scowl, she hissed quietly, "What do you want from me ya fleabag?!" Turning to face the tabby, the Sphynx cat merely grinned as he remarked, "You're so beautiful…"
"Whatever you're trying to do, it's never gonna work. I have already told you that we're never getting back together. Besides, you're wasting your time here."
"I could never waste my time whenever I'm with you Clara. We're destined to be together. Just give me a chance baby."
"Ozone, it's not happening. Unless you start acting like you want to be part of a relationship. Now get out of here before-"
"Hey Clara, you ready to see the movie?" a male voice piped up behind the two felines. Turning around, Ozone came face to face with a large and burly ginger tom cat. Raising one eyebrow when he returned the hairless cat's gaze, he asked, "Who is this?" Hopping down from the stool, Clara wrapped her tail around the ginger's as she answered, "He's no one important Frank. Come on, let's go see that movie. I hear it's good…" Her voice faded away as she and the ginger tom cat headed towards the door. Watching while his whiskers drooped in sadness, Ozone turned around in his seat. Calling the bartender over, he muttered, "Give me about… three or four shots please."
He didn't take notice that fifteen minutes had passed.