Arcus

You enter the large doors of the penthouse suit, the cries of laughter and pleasure echo of the walls as the shuffling feet of dozen of party goers pound along with the thrumbing of the base. Arcus stands proudly along a broken pool table as he chugs some potent beverage back as the crowd cheers to his antics. His golden eyes meet yours, as flicker of genuine happiness crawls along his muzzle as aggressively hugs you. I didn't think you were coming!