You finish your refreshing drink from the toilet and stand up, licking your face clean. You feel...antsy, like you just need to cut loose. Ignoring the pleasant pressure coming from the seat of your pants, you head into the living room to mull things over. "Is the pet shop really a bad place? I mean, its been a day with no disappearances. John even said he was going to have a German Shepherd for me!" The thought makes you pant. "I think I'm going to go relax a bit, then I can get back on this case. I need to see John again for...something." But you can't really put a finger on what that something is. Then it comes to you, what you are going to do.... "DANCE PARTY!!!" You yell happily.
Hopping in the car you give a yep as you sit down, as if you sat on part of your spine. Shrugging you adjust your seat and speed off. You roll your window down andd stick you head out as you drive, letting your tongue fly free. Finally you come to the red light district. There is a new club too! "Happy Tails Night Club....hmmmm....for someone that wants to let the animal out. Walking in your ears start pounding to the beat. The sound is a very familiar one.