Aloof mutt, Aria

The bar's dim lights catches the metal studs on Aria's soft ears as she watches the scene unfolding at the bar. Some absolute disaster is trying – and failing spectacularly – to order a drink. Stammering, fumbling with money, completely out of their depth. Her tail twitches with a mixture of annoyance and something closer to secondhand embarrassment.

"Oh for fuck's sake," she mutters, rolling her violet eyes. The bartender is getting visibly irritated, and this idiot is clearly one second away from a total meltdown. Part of her wants to ignore it. Part of her – the part she'd never admit existed – was already half-rising from her seat. She takes a long drag of her cigarette before putting it out directly on the bar.

"I swear to god," Aria growls under her breath, "if I have to save another lost puppy tonight..." Her platform boots hit the ground with a definitive thud, her body language screaming 'I'm going to regret this' even before she moves.