Furry-Within

"Maybe I just like the music." *the wolf says to himself, trying to convince himself that he did have a good reason to be at a place filled with people looking to hook up, and he sat alone at the bar. Munching on some pretzels and sipping a light beer occasionally. Dressed in a form hugging white shirt, that was hidden under a thrift store jacket that had been popular ten years ago. A pair of cargo pants that had a pocket on one side torn open. He'd figured to try the rebel look, hoping a female would come sit next to him. Or he would find some courage to pick up some girl who'd leave him with a number*

"And maybe I just don't have the balls to get out on the dance floor...wait...I can't even dance." *he'd put his paw to his forehead with a soft slap, grumbling about how he'd come here and pretty much occupy a seat for the evening. Was he here for the ladies, some company, or just to get out of the house. He was pretty sure it was the last one, because he was damn sure it wasn't because of his good looks*

"I mean...I'm good looking...right?" *he'd ask himself quietly after finishing the second beer. Turning down the offer for a third one, and being tempted to call it a night. It was 9 o clock. And he had to make sure he was sleeping right. It was late, he would tell himself, and it was going to be like every night before hand*

"Ugh...my mouth is so dry..." *he ordered another beer, convincing himself to stay for another song. Another beer. And another lonely gaze about the room. Eyes passing over everyone, especially those girls that were held tightly in the arms of guys. Guys who had the balls to do what they wanted, he wanted to be one of those guys. He tapped a pretzel on the bar to the beat of a song as he lost himself in a daydream about being a ladies man, biting his lower lip as he left the bar that he had gone to. The same bar he had gone to in order to leave his home every once in a while. This boring wolf sat, tapping away at a bar top with a crumbling pretzel*

   There she sat, just like any other night, dark corner of a random bar. At least this bar was in her home town. That took a bit of the edge off, and she seemed more relaxed than was her typical stiff stance. Whereas usually the snowmew liked to stay fairly coherent when she went out, when she was in her home town, she'd let her guard down and have a drink or two. Such was the case this night.

   Willow sat with a drink in hand. A sex on the beach. It was her favorite. The intimacy of such a concept, and the irony of herself ingesting such intimate concepts was not lost on the feline... In fact, she wasn't convinced that wasn't the reason it was her favorite in the first place... But the fruity, sour flavor trickled down her throat in a refreshing way as she finished the glass off, and winked to the bartender for another.

   Coming out usually meant only one thing for Willow, that she was looking for a play thing for the night. So far, though, this night had seemed fruitless. She was feeling particularly sadistic, and there just hadn't been anyone innocent enough to peak her corrupting eye.

   But as the cat's paw wrapped around the coolness of her newly made drink, the frost sending a shiver down her spine, she caught sight of a wolf down on the other end of the bar-front. A brief, flashing smile showed the tips of her fangs as her mind ran away with itself at the possibilities, drinking in the sight of the uncertain canine.

   Now though... how to play it? She was certain if she approached him and came onto him, he'd be eating out of the palm of her hand before she was through her first sentence. But one this timid and self conscious... She'd prefer to make him think he was in control of the situation. She'd have to put on her innocent face. At first, anyway...

   The feline adjusted her dress; it was bright emerald green, tight, and hugged her curves perfectly. The neckline was cut high, but the back of it scoped low, showing off her shoulder blades, and her lightly toned back muscles. The hem of the dress stopped about mid thigh, and as she sat cross legged on her bar-stool, it threatened to creep up her legs higher... She knew she'd been being watched by hungry eyes around the bar since she walked in. But now her goal was found, and the other eyes on her seemed to fade away from her mind.

   Dragging a paw through her hair, she mussed it up a little more, the curls still fell delicately around her face, but it screamed hints of sex hair. She inclined her head with a little nod at the bartender, and as he approached, she watched his face split into a grin. They'd developed a little relationship, and he knew Willow's game. Despite knowing that every time she was here she left with a different, poor soul, he always seemed hopeful she'd choose him. She never did.

   "Hey sweetie," Willow cooed to her familiar friend, his grin reached his eyes as they sparkled with hope that she knew all too well. "You think you could send my friend over there," her head dipped in the direction of the wolf she'd been eying, "a drink from me?" His eyes fell slightly, but he laughed a little and nodded, "Sure thing, Miss Willow, sure thing."

   "Thanks, hon," she murmured as he slinked off to do as she asked. She leaned an elbow on the bar-top, and cradled her chin in her open palm to make herself look a little lonely, and slumped. But her body was stretched taunt, her back arched in the direction of the canine just slightly, so that her chest was out, and her curves were accentuated even more.

   'It's just too easy,' the cat chuckled to herself, as her eyes flickered from the wolf, to the rest of the bar, back and forth, as she watched the bartender point over at herself, to tell the poor unsuspecting fool where the drink had come from.

He sat for what felt like hours, though mostly passing time in his befuddled and thick head. Awaiting for something that wouldn't come.the tender returning to him, probably toast if he wanted another beer. His mind was brought back to reality as well as a shocking conclusion with the tender handing him a drink. Someone had bought him something?

He turned to where the tender was pointing, his eyes following like a good dog would do. Landing on a feline, a leopard for that matter, sitting rather lonely. No, sitting rather sexily. No no no that couldn't be for him.

Turning to the tender with rosy cheeks, he asked if that came from her.having just forgotten that he was just told that it did. Gulping when that truth set in. He picked up the new drink, and looked to the one who ordered it for him.

After little, and possibly spoken to himself, argument on whether he should go over or not. He would chose to go over, and at least thank her for the drink.

With drink in one hand and the other fiddling inside of his pocket with some keys. He stood next to her, lifting the drink as he smiles. Though that smile could have been less nervous. "Thanks..."

He said it, and let the word hang in the air for too long. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Come here often?"

     She held back a beaming smile when she saw the wolf fidget his way over to her. He was just so adorably awkward. And thick, she could tell, incredibly thick. Poor thing. She wondered idly how long it would take him to break were she to use some of her rougher treatment on him... and that introduced a whole new wave of thought. Maybe she would have more... out of the box fun with this one. Well, that would come later.

     She nearly cracked up at the awkward way the wolf regarded her, but she kept her composure, attempting to look just as lonely and awkward as he did. The feline sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth and bit at it while the stiff moment he created hung between them. She wasn't at all surprised when he delivered the cliche line, but it did pull at the corners of her lips a little. She hoped it was still played off as loneliness, though.

     "Not really, to be honest. Although I live near here, I travel a lot. Only often enough to develop a little friendship with the bartender. But that's probably because I spend all my time sitting here with him," she fumbled over her words a little, letting her cheeks pink. She dropped her arm from the bar as she looked down with a little giggle of a laugh, nearly silent, and when a curl fell in front of her face she brushed it away, tucking it behind her ears and flicked her eyes up to meet his. There was a bit more intensity behind them now, it was getting hard for her to play this sweet and innocent part when all she wanted to do was pin the dim witted wolf down and have her way with him.

     "What about you?" There was a hint of a growl underneath her words. She hoped the wolf wouldn't pick up on it, and by the looks of him, she didn't have much to worry about.