Travis moved silently toward her and rubbed against her knee, purring deeply. He sat down and glared at her, his eyes screaming his true identity. She knew.

"Oh wow. This is odd."

Seth stayed seated, eyes wide. He started mummering something that sounded like "I'm gonna need a strong whiskey..."

"Your...fluffy..."

Travis giggled, which came out as a soft growl. He lifted his paw, big as a mans face, to her shoulder and set it there. He moved his face to hers and rubbed his cheek on her neck.

He looked into the back of the room and saw Seth leaning toward a bottle on his shelf. He suantered over to Seths desk and nudged him, growling deeply. It meant nothing, he just wanted to talk like an animal.

Rose smiled alittle. She stared at them.

Travis layed down and crossed his paws, resting his head on them. He closed his eyes and waited for a conversation between them to spark up. While he waited, he senses became attuned to his sourounding, and he listened for any disturbances.

"I guess maybe there is hope."

Travis' tail wagged, something a dog did...not a cat, but he figured it was clear sign of approvment anyway.

Seth looked at the bottle in his hand, and then at the shot glass. He sat the glass down, and decided to just go bottle up. Without food, the liquor went straight to his head, and he felt a tiny bit off balance. He looked at tiger-Travis, and almost started laughing.

He had just chugged half the bottle.

Rose sighed.

"Smooth. And I thought I got loopy on blood." She stepped away from Seth.

"Don'tworry, Rose. I'll be jusht fine tomorrow."

"Awww, I missed the party."

Max grinned, not bothering to question the tiger by them.

Seth wobbled a little as he looked at max.

"Want shome?"

"No underage drinking!"

Rose glared at him.

"Oh yeahhhhh. You're a young 'un. Let me stop now so I can shtill act tomorrow." Seth stumbled his way over to the shelf and put the whiskey back. He then laid down, and nearly passed out with everyone still in his office.