You get a cheap drink at the bar and sit in a booth in a corner. You watch the other rodents in the bar go about their evenings. You see a hamster and two rats take shots together. You watch a few mice play pool. A couple booths over, you catch sight of the rogue limbs of a canoodling couple.
You're covertly watching a chinchilla desperately attempt to bluff her way out of a terrible hand when you're startled by a handsome rat sliding into your booth.
"She's down three thousand coins. I'd be desperate, too."
He leans in close.
"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."