A man dressed in loose, blue and yellow clothes sipped a cocktail to loosen up. Having paid upon receipt of the drink, he stood up from the bar and mildly shuffled to the beat of the band. He was having a solitary celebration of his new-found freedom. Far from the from the troubles of the satellite where he was raised, he was looking forward to a future brighter than a blue sun. He sipped his blend again, eager to join the people dancing. Even with the music, he could hear kitchen staff communicating. His eyes were drawn to the menu out of curiosity. "Hmm, that steak is tempting. Circuit? And I wonder where the cows come from..." he considered.

Looking back to the small crowd near the DJ, he caught himself not chilling out as intended. "[i]Watt[/i] am I saying? I can worry about circuits later. Time to let the sparks fly." He raised his glass and drank all but a quarter of his drink after finishing his self-motivating monologue. "Aah, I like this one," he said while facing the bartender. He noticed someone seated at a booth with dark eyes, but then remembered where he was and dismissed it as being something like eye make-up. With that, he finished his drink and left the glass behind.