There's a cat in the gay bar.
"You sure you want to spend time with me? I can be a pretty boring guy."
He said nothing, sitting down on the other side of the table. "I don't mind a boring guy. Long as they're pretty."
Tom looked a bit taken back by this.
"Gee, thanks I suppose."
Tom looked down at the cat, and pet it. It meowed, and waddled over to someone else.
They sat in silence for a while, the sound of a few people chatting amongst themselves. It was a pretty quiet bar for the most part, except for the occasional fights here and there. Tom had been in quite a few of those himself.
He looked at Tom with interest in their eyes.
"Need something? You know it isn't nice to stare, right?"
He looked down at their bottle.
"Your quite the quiet one, aren't you?"
He nodded. "I like quiet people, they seem more... mysterious."
He said something under his breath, only loud enough for the person across from him to hear.
"They're fun to break too."
