Michael walked through the crowd to the bar, his favourite place to be in here. He ordered a glass of whiskey, not a shot. He took a look around for someone to talk to, when someone caught his eyes.

Zema was in the form of a man tonight, knowing he wouldn't possibly run into someone he knew in his normal form. He had been on the dance floor of course, feeling someones stares. He was handsome at the moment he supposed. He turned to where he sensed the eyes to look at Michael. Zema approached and grinned. "Hello." He said, before ordering a drink himself.

"Good... what is it, late night?" He took a drink from his cup and turned to the handsome man sitting next to him. He saw the grin and grinned back himself. "How are you this fine evening?"

Zema received his drink, took a sip then responded studying Michaels face. "Just wonderful." He responded. This could be fun, he thought- never really doing anything in the male forms she could shift into.

"So... what brings you here tonight?" he asked slyly. He was hopeful for tonight, it'd been a while.

"Life brought me here." He sat the drink down. "Ever had such a horrible week, and just wanted to get out- away?" His grin softened, and it looked like he was in thought. He sighs then smiles. "But dont let me put my problems on you. And you? What brought you here?"

"Pretty much the same shit... just... all through my life..." He put his arm around him. "I don't even know you're name, of course, by the time we're done drinking it won't matter to us. Let's leave our problems behind!" He downed the rest of his glass. "What do you say?"

Zema, a bit surprised how straightforward he was. He lifted his glass in the air. "Amen to that!" Then gushed some of it down. Lord knows what would happen if he ended up drunk.

Michael ordered another drink, this time, whiskey and coke.

"Now, as little as it'll matter later, what's your name?"

Ah, a male name she did not have. He would have to think very carefully. Ethan. "The names, Ethan." He finished off his first drink. "And yours?" He ordered another drink.

"Michael." He replied. He liked the name. "You running a tab, here, or paying by the drink?"

"Tab." He said without thought. what did that have to do with anything? Oh well he didnt care. "So, tell me. You say your life was nothing but shit. What's got you down?" He started on his new drink.

"Well... my dad died... my mom got religious... I'm gay... my boyfriend was killed for hate crime... I moved here. Keep it nice and short. What's got you down?" he asked as he finished off his second drink and requesting a heavier one.

Ah, and now he would have to make up a background story for this form. He sighed, making it look like he was hurt. "I'm sure if you have a television you've heard about that hospital explosion." He stared into his drink. "Alot of my family was in there , my sister was getting her tonsils removed." And to add to his so called depression he finished the second drink.

The story didn't seem real... but hell, does his sound any better?

"Well, I'm sorry about your loss..." He looked down at his drink.

"Let's cheer up though, leave that behind. No need to be sad, eh?"