Meeting Dr. Sweetlam
Now first impressions ain't much for me. People are boring and I don't need to be wasting my time on petty chatting. One look says it all.
I'm quick to judge. But to this day, I still can't figure him out.
Doctor Issac Sweetlam.
We met first at Scotties, a good drinking spot down on Ether Road. I'd been drunk in the middle of a card game and all I needed was a miracle.
I was leaning back against my chair, rummaging over my cards in paw.
A few of the fellas, I'm not even sure who they were, nor how long they'd been standing there, kept looming over my shoulder to point at my options.
None of them sounded good and if I'd been more sober I beat their heads for not closing their traps.
They were all getting on my back, lousy irritants.
My fellow opponent laughed. He was a large looking dog who went by the name of thick furred Larry. Now I don't know what kind of dog, for all I know he could have been an over sized chihuahua that took many steroids after working out at the gym.
But you don't want to mess with Larry. That beast is three times my size and could probably turn me into kibble.
Yet if it meant picking a fight, I was determined to win back every pence of drinking money that I'd spent on his fat ass.
"Got some nerve, don't ya?" He asked, to which I gave a chuckle and straighted up in my chair.
The men behind me were antsy now. To shut them up, I made my turn.
"Since when have I not?"
From across the room, the door bell rang. I paid no mind. Like anything was more important than my current situation. But then there was a bark that got my ears perking.
"Doctor!"
"Ah, James."
My head spun around on its neck, and to be honest, if I kept looking it might have popped off.
Standing by the door in a long black coat was a gorgeous blue eyed white wolf.
This mysterious creature sure was pretty, and I could see why he was instantly greeted at the door.
"Its so good to see you again." He greeted back in a voice of pure sex. However, he wasn't looking at me so I gave my head a turning around before the thick furred Larry could bash it in with his meaty fists.
It took him long enough, but eventually Larry flashed his paw and about fell off his chair with excitement.
"Unfair."
"Tsk. Skelly." The fatty helped himself back up in the chair. "You gotta learn to lose someday."
"I could say the same for you." I growled and threw him his damn prize. But before I could leave, a chair went to the table.
And in that seat was the doctor himself.
I studied him, hoping maybe I would see some more later on. He looked strong, wide builded and a little fluffy.
The coat he'd been wearing was now folded over his lap. It was pricy. Infact, everything about him spoke of wealth.
He may not have been England's queen but damn. This man had money to spend.
At least if I didn't get a chance to fuck him I could try to rob him. That was a thought.
Larry made a noise, signaling he wasn't gonna give up another offer. I could hear him shuffling up a new deck of cards now.
"How much?"
The man eyes shined. I took note of their color. "My apologizes. Might I borrow your friend from you?"
I turned away to my drink. It was almost empty.
"Help yourself." Larry grunted.
"I'm certain I will." The doctor smiled, and the fatty stood up to collect himself.
I noticed now the rest of the fellas had already disappeared. Probably because they'd had enough of me. My tongue against the glass and lapped up the rest of its remains.
Why did I have to spend all my loot on that slob?
"Thirsty?"
Having set my drink back down, I looked over and raised an ear. Okay, so he was talking to me? Communication. Nice.
"No, I'm Fredrick skelly."
"How curious." The wolf smirked. "I've don't believe I met a Skelly, before."
I nodded and looked around. Larry was gone and most of the bar had left. A few tables were knocked over from fights but some still had leftover beer on them. Maybe I could make off with some later before the tables got cleaned.
"Sweetlam."
I turned my head. "Pardon?'
"Its Doctor Issac Sweetlam, to be exact." He finally answered." There was a smile that felt way more then friendly. "But darling, you'd can me Issac."
"Well I've never met' a Sweetlam before either." I chuckled and scratched my neck.
"And what's a fellow canine such as you doing here in london?"
"Buy me a drink and I'll tell you."
Again the wolf smirked. I waited for a reply but instead he crossed his legs and smoothed out his coat.
The bartenders were starting to clear out and the awful silence was killing me. Then and there I made the decision that if I wasn't dying of alcohol poisoning tonight, then I was definitely going to be shagging this hot dog.
I coughed, and finally he raised his ears.
"You Alaskan?" I asked.
He sighed. "I'm an Arctic wolf sweetie."
"Mm. I could tell."
"Oh?" Issac grinned and leaned closer. Oh yeah, I thought. He is definitely interested.
"Uh huh." I sniffed. "It's that damn smell."
"Really?" Those bright eyes grew wide.
"Yeah, you smell like sex."
"Oh dear." That earned me a playful look. "Do I really?" Issac cocked his head at me. Slow and smoothly I leaned in and whispered.
"Yeah. I should get you home and clean ya up, filthy man." And just for extra measure, I nuzzled my nose against his.