
Stormy Allister Rynn
Stormy was caught of guard when the houdoom approached him. He couldn't help but jump a little, then he gave an awkward laugh. Before he knew it, he had been offered a drink. Another? Really? Well, why not, he didn't have work in the morning, anyway. The glameow gave a little smile, "A drink would be nice, I'll have anything," he said not wanting to pick on overly girly drink and be looked down on, nor wanting to choose a masculine drink and look suspicious.
His insecurities were more than plaguing him right now. Just looking at the other male made him want to jump out of his skin. And add in the fact that someone like him was ACTUALLY talking to him. He could hardly hold himself back from a squeal.