hit a club

You suggest a few things before the word "clubbing" strikes her sensitive ears. "That's the one!" she says excitedly.

You nod and she squeaks in delight. You throw on some baggy, comfortable clothes and Noir follows you upstairs from the basement into the night. With just street lights on, Noir is comfortable without her large sunglasses, and it's enticing to see her eyes gleam in the moonlight and the street light. The dark continues to do wonderful things to her slender frame, the black fur coating it, and the golden nipple rings protruding from it.

You head downtown to the club district, where you're surprised to see a line at one club in particular. The line is distinct, since it is made up of humans and animorphs of all sorts. A brawny male gorilla watches the front door judgingly. A neon sign over it shows a circle with what looks like a wolf paw in the middle, and the club's name.

The Awkward Paws. Cute.