10-25-2022, 05:26 PM
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as another feline approached, disco felt the vampire's eyes on him. confused, he straightened his posture, blinking rapidly and allowing his ears to twitch and right themselves. what was that look for? it felt... predatory, and he was familiar with the feeling of being hunted. maybe he should keep an eye on them, and keep an eye on himself. he wasn't particularly presentable right now, being caked with sand and dust and dirt and all, but he still held his head proudly, defiantly. "nice to meet you as well," he barked with a grin. "alexandre."
as the vampire questioned his drink, disco couldn't hold back a giggle. what could he say--he was a simple guy. "i know what i like." while the other waited for their order, disco raised a paw to his snout to fiddle with his piercing. nasty habit that was, especially with paws as dirty as his. it was crusted with lymph and dust and he felt his stomach simmer in frustration. he knew how much of a task it would present to keep clean in the jungle but his piercing being defaced just felt like an insult. oh well, he thought, returning his gaze back to alexandre while the bartender dropped off his fruity little concoction. disco snickered again, but not in condescension. it did look like it tasted yummy, but what would he know--he was a whisky guy. at alexandre's presentation of a toast, he lifted his paw containing the drink and tapped it to his with a sly smile. "to... new beginnings," after a second, he added, "and to my finding a place to rest. i'm fucking exhausted." disco ended his sentence with a breathy, nervous laugh. "you guys got a place a guy like me could stay?"
as the vampire questioned his drink, disco couldn't hold back a giggle. what could he say--he was a simple guy. "i know what i like." while the other waited for their order, disco raised a paw to his snout to fiddle with his piercing. nasty habit that was, especially with paws as dirty as his. it was crusted with lymph and dust and he felt his stomach simmer in frustration. he knew how much of a task it would present to keep clean in the jungle but his piercing being defaced just felt like an insult. oh well, he thought, returning his gaze back to alexandre while the bartender dropped off his fruity little concoction. disco snickered again, but not in condescension. it did look like it tasted yummy, but what would he know--he was a whisky guy. at alexandre's presentation of a toast, he lifted his paw containing the drink and tapped it to his with a sly smile. "to... new beginnings," after a second, he added, "and to my finding a place to rest. i'm fucking exhausted." disco ended his sentence with a breathy, nervous laugh. "you guys got a place a guy like me could stay?"