Concert

You sit and drink at the bar as the band argues with the mouse. You don't know how to play drums, and you're not about to embarrass yourself by trying. After a few minutes, the band gets on stage and begins to play, drumless. It's not fantastic, and you get the sense that even with drums it wouldn't have been great.

After a couple songs, you hear someone sit on the barstool next to you. Most of the stools at the bar are empty.

"The local music scene is really something, isn't it."

You turn and see a handsome rat leaning on the bar next to you.

"This is one of my favorite bars. Do you know why? It's cause it somehow always attracts just the type of rodent I'm looking for."