The back alleyways of Polis where the only home John Murphy ever really knew. The dimly lit back alley was quite, too quite. Murphy shrugged it off stretching his tired limbs as tail swayed behind him calmly on watch for any thing that might be dangerous. He sniffed the air and the smell of food reminded him he hadn't eaten yet. As he creeped towards the smell his eyes saw the glorious leftovers in the trash just behind the club. "Perfect" He purred while reaching in to grab the food, but just before he could a loud shout made him jump back. A bouncer, "Ugh really" Murphy thought as he glared daggers at the rather handsome bouncer coming out the back door of the building, standing between him and his dinner. "Why don't you back off I want my dinner before it gets cold, Thanks." Murphy sneered at the the taller male. ---- Mature due to mentions of neglect, abuse, and sexual harassment