The Back Room 3: Fang Lightwind
" Midnight, not a sound from the pavement, has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone. In the lamp light the withered leaves collect at my feet, and the wind begins to moan."
Once again, the tall and strongly built wolf was walking down a familiar alley, to a familiar bar. He gazed dreamily up into the night sky, not many stars to see through the city smog, and thought to himself that maybe it was time to take a trip out to the country. Lots of big friendly furs out there looking for a good time. Heck, he could probably open another bar! Fate knows he had enough money.
He came up to a door with a glowing neon sign above that said "The Back Room" in glowing green letters. He put a well groomed and manicured black paw with a plain silver band on the first finger and a silver band with a ruby on the last finger and knocked three times briskly. The door was answered by a nervous looking young rabbit. His eyes lit up and his ears perked up when he saw who it was. "B-b-boss!" he cried in delight, swinging the door open all the way and standing aside.
Rob was a curious character to Arthazon. The lapine was tall, good looking, and seriously buff. His tight red t-shirt and black jeans contrasted well with his honey colored fur and showed off his muscled physique, and his developing beer gut. Yet, for some reason, he always seemed nervous and unsure of himself. "Good evening Robert! Any news I should hear before I go in?"
Robert thought for a moment, his warm brown eyes going far away then snapping back. "Yeah! Theres a new guy tonight boss. A good looking tiger, but of course, he didn't notice me, I'm just a bouncer after all." The modesty almost infuriated the kind wolf, if only this kid knew how many of the customers watched him answer the door throughout the evening, no matter. Arthazon Fangbrow grinned and slapped the rabbit on the back as he continued in.
Smiling at all the usuals and giving a slap on the back here, a handshake there, the handsome wollf moved through the bar effortlessly, looking for the newb. Tonight he was dressed casually, light gray slacks, a dark blue tight t-shirt under an open blue striped black dress shirt and his usual gold ring in his right ear and left eyebrow. His red hair was slicked back fromhis forehead, revealing his stunning emerald eyes.
He finally located the newcomer and acted as though he hadn't. Rob had been correct, a very good looking young tiger sat at a table in the corner. His blue jeans and white dress shirt were casual but flattering, showing his well built pecs, and his stunning ice blue eyes were noticable from across the room. Arthazon went to the ba and leaned on it, motioning to Sheila, the bar leopard. Sheila walked over with a whiskey and set it down in front of him and smiled while nodding towards the cat in the corner. "I see you've found the newbie," she chuckled," he's quite the looker boss man."
The wolf laughed too."Indeed, whats he been ordering?"
"He's had two beers. As for what kind of cat he seems to be, he hasn't caused any trouble, no I can't tell if hes gay or not, he does'nt seem to be in any specific mood. That cover everything?" The snow leopards eyes glinted at our hero.
"Well I guess I need a new barmaid, if you can answer my questions before I ask them." They both laughed. Sheila and Arthazon were old friends and often bantered in this way.
The wolf got another beer and his whiskey and walked around towards the tigers table. He sat down both drinks and sat down and simply watched the cat for a bit. The tiger matched his look for a moment or two and then pleasantly asked, " Excuse me, but do I know you?"
"No. Though I am the owner of this establishment, so it's my business to know everyone here. My name is Arthazon Fangbrow, may I ask yours?" He gave his most charming smile, showing off his gleaming white fangs.
The tiger smiled back, put at ease by the good naturedness of the canine. "My name is Fang, Lightwind. I didn't realize you were the owner. Nice place you've got here."
The tiger and wolf talked for a good while, and throughout the conversation the wolf learned very little about the tiger. He had a way of turning the subject away from himself, and this evasive quality is exactly what convinced Arthazon that Fang Lightwind was the next addition for the Back Room. He plied Fang with beers as the night went on until, around closing time, those bright blue eyes had a very glazed quality to them.
"Well Fang, how would you like to see something interesting?"
"You know what I find intereshting?" Fang slurred mildly, "how ish it that I have been drinking all night and am drunk, and you've been drinking all night and sheem moshtly unaffected?" the handsome feline got to his feet without staggering.
Arthazon laughed. "Its simple!" he chortled, "I have built up an incredible tolerance to whiskey. It's not that I'm not drunk, I just don't show it on the outside. Now come along with me my friend. I promise it will be a surprise."
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