K'Arn at the Bar
Ale, gin, beer, wine, the air was saturated with the scent. Smoke wafted along the tables in time with the music from the jukebox. Although the dragon knew it was a gay bar, they sure knew how to make a killer Mai Tai. He sat on a stool, gently nursing the third one he'd bought, but the fifth he's been offered. His tail gently swung behind his stool, a dark red color with slight white under scales. He wore a long coat, a brush of dark fur barely noticeable at the top of his six foot three frame. He gently and politely brushed off any of guys who thought him handsome, preferring the company of a lady to the arms of a man, but they grew more persistent as the night grew longer.
"Hey," a smaller fox with a slight build sat by the dragon, "You new around here?" Typical pick-up around here, I gather, the dragon thought. "Because if you are, I could show you around," the tom smiled a bit at the coated dragon.
"I don't come around often, but I'm by no means a regular," the dragon sized up the fox: tight clothes, bit of a airy voice, obliviously drunk, "And I think you may have had a few too many already, my friend."
The reynard chuckled a bit, almost a giggle, "Maybe a few," his tail wagged a bit, slightly lifted, he ordered a drink, a Shirley Temple, "Would you like some company, big boy?" the fox tried his best at a coy smile, but his drunkenness caused it more to look like he just got out of the chicken coop.
"Perhaps some other time, when you're in a more sober mood," the dragon tipped back his drink, "I'm waiting for someone, anyway." The fox's ears lowered a bit, but he nodded and padded back to his table. Poor guy, probably put up to it while he was drunk. Next time, I'll at least give him a fake number, to make him feel better. The dragon sighed, wondering why his friend always liked here, of all places, to meet.
The door opened, a taller skunk padding in, clad in a business suit, and walked over to sit by the dragon, "Hello K'Arn, I'm glad that you came to meet me." His voice was a bit hushed, as though he was trying to not be noticed, "Bartender, a pint of Guinness for me, please," he held up a twenty, knowing he'd be here for a bit.
"Magnus, what do you need this time?" the dragon replied a bit harshly, "I've been waiting for about three hours now." K'Arn glared at the skunk, making the rodent's tail twitch in nervousness.
"Well, umm," the skunk stammered a bit, before his drink was handed to him, making him jump a bit, "We need some more help," his tail twitched a little, looking around.
_ This is the third time you've asked for my help, Mag, and I'm sick of it._ "Sorry Mag', but you'll have to find another person to do your work for you. Last time was too close for me, and I don't care about if you'll go to jail again; I hear they like striped pigeon," the dragon snarled, standing up.
Magnus gently brought his paw to his coat, as if to get something, but the dragon was quicker, and held a short blade to his throat, "Find someone else, Mag'. And I'd be more careful of who you think you can pay off, even with the money you have," K'Arn snarled a bit, digging the blade into the skunk's soft neckfur, making him squirm a bit as the dragon held him against the bar, "Now, I don't care if you want to try anything, but... I know that you have a gun in your jacket, and if you even think of putting your paw any deeper there, your head'll come off."
Magnus went white, a slight scent overpowering the smoke and liqueur as the skunk got more nervous and scared of the lean dragon, "K.. K'Arn, I would.. never do anything to you, you know this," the skunk stammered, slowly lowering his paw, "I'm just the messenger."
"Well, you can leave your employers a message from me: I won't do any of their dirty work anymore," the dragon shoved the skunk to the ground, before walking outside, coat wafting a bit as he headed to his bike. I can tell this is not going to be good later. Might need to lay low for a bit.
Damnit.