Moonshine and Kitkat
Moonshine and Kitkat is a work of fiction, crafted from the imagination of the author. Any resemblance to real-life events, persons, or situations is purely coincidental. The characters, settings, and plotlines are products of creativity and should be interpreted as such.
-Moonshine and Kitkat-
The atmosphere in the bar was a medley of dim lights, muffled chatter, and the occasional clinking of glasses. Trevor, his ebony fur a stark contrast against the polished mahogany table, sat with a weighty sigh lingering in the air. His sad purple eyes, like distant storm clouds, betrayed a mind burdened with unseen troubles. In his paw, a half-empty glass, its contents swirling aimlessly as if mimicking the chaotic thoughts swirling in Trevor's mind.
As if on cue, a waiter approached, the clack of his polished shoes barely audible amidst the ambiance. "Can I get you anything else, Mr. Moonshine?" the waiter inquired, his voice polite yet slightly wearied. Trevor's response was a fleeting, dismissive glance and a shake of his head. "No... I'll just call for you if I need something else," he murmured, his words a somber echo in the bustling bar.
Time seemed to ebb and flow, moments merging into one another until the entrance doors swung open. Uncharacteristically, Trevor's gaze shifted from its melancholic fixation on the glass to the source of the disturbance. There, in the doorway, stood a tigress donning a leather jacket, exuding an aura of confidence and vitality. Her vibrant golden eyes swept the room, alighting briefly on Trevor before she made her way to the counter.
"Gerald, one martini," she ordered, her voice carrying a subtle yet undeniable command. The recognition between her and the waiter, Gerald, suggested a familiarity that piqued Trevor's curiosity. "Ah, Kara, it's been a while. You seem happy, guess another win at the club, hmm?" Gerald inquired, a hint of amusement in his tone. Kara, as she was called, confirmed the assumption with a simple "Yup, another one for the belt."
A warm exchange ensued, culminating in Gerald's gracious offering of a martini on the house. With her drink in paw, Kara's eyes wandered the room, eventually settling on Trevor. Whether it was the alcohol's influence or a fleeting spark of interest, Trevor found himself smiling at Kara, a gesture that was reciprocated by the tigress before she gracefully made her way over to his table. Her feline grace was unmistakable, even under the rough allure of her leather jacket and tattered jeans.
"May I?" Kara asked, her voice carrying an air of nonchalance that belied an underlying confidence. Trevor offered a silent nod, and with a fluid motion, she settled into the seat across from him. Leaning back, she inquired with a mischievous glint dancing in her golden eyes, "So, what's a suit like you doing in this place?" Trevor's eyebrow arched in response, a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his lips. "Same as everyone else, I believe," he replied, his voice carrying a faint note of intrigue.
As Trevor's smile widened, the tension in his shoulders visibly eased, and he leaned in, settling into the conversation. "You? I heard you've won something, so celebrating?" he inquired, his curiosity lacing his words. Kara nodded, her grin revealing a glint of triumph as she displayed her sharp fangs. "Yup. I do fights in Arthur's Fight Club, won my seventh straight victory just this afternoon," she shared, the pride in her voice unmistakable. With another sip of her martini, she reclined, fixing her intense gaze on Trevor.
"You haven't answered my question," she prodded, her tone playful yet expectant. Trevor chuckled softly, a hint of amusement flickering in his purple eyes as he mimicked Kara's pose. "Well, let's just say I got bored with another, uh, meeting with some, let's just say, snotty individuals and I decided to storm out and have a glass or two in my favorite bar," he divulged, a hint of frustration lacing his words.
Kara's snort of amusement drew Trevor's attention, and he couldn't help but notice the subtle brightness that seemed to ignite in her golden eyes. "I'm guessing you don't like to spend your time with snotty rich mammals?" she teased, her voice laced with playful mockery. Trevor's snort mirrored hers, his gaze locked onto hers as if ensnared by her energy. "Yeah. I don't," he confirmed, the weariness in his tone belying the weight of his encounters.
Their brief exchange was interrupted by the sound of a throat being cleared. Turning their attention to the source, they found Gerald, the waiter, eyeing them with a mixture of amusement and mild reproach. "Well, I don't mind seeing people mingle and have fun in my bar, but I do need to earn too. Now, I know I told Kara that her drink's on the house, but you do need to pay for yours, Mr. Moonshine," Gerald interjected, his voice carrying a hint of jest.
Trevor raised an amused eyebrow, playfully conceding the point. "Right, I forgot," he admitted, reaching into his pocket to retrieve a card. "And, would you mind adding another glass of martini, two, for both of us?" he requested, motioning toward himself and Kara. Gerald eyed Trevor for a moment, the cogs of consideration turning, before he nodded and retreated to attend to the order.
Kara's surprise was evident, but she quickly composed herself, her smile returning in full force. "My, my, already giving me free drinks now, are we?" she jested, her tone laced with playful banter. Trevor waved a dismissive paw, his smile unwavering. "Eh, it's just one glass, Miss...?" he trailed off, prompting Kara to fill in the missing introduction.
Kara let out a playful squeak, placing a paw over her muzzle momentarily. "I actually forgot to introduce myself!" she admitted, her amusement evident. Trevor's chuckle filled the space between them as he reassured her. "It's alright, I did too," he confessed, his gaze warm and inviting. Kara extended her paw for a shake, her demeanor exuding a mix of confidence and friendliness. "Name's Kara Satler," she introduced herself. Trevor reciprocated the gesture, his grasp firm yet gentle. "Trevor Moonshine, at your service, milady," he replied, a hint of old-world charm seeping into his words.
The jovial atmosphere enveloped them as the evening progressed, the two of them exchanging stories and anecdotes with increasing ease. As each tale unfolded, a palpable connection seemed to grow between them, bridging the gap between strangers and ushering in a sense of familiarity that felt inexplicably comforting.
Trevor found himself drawn to Kara's infectious energy, her animated expressions painting a vivid picture of the life she led beyond the confines of the bar. Her eyes sparkled with an inner fire that was both captivating and alluring, a magnetic quality that effortlessly drew Trevor deeper into their conversation.
Their laughter resonated through the bar, mingling with the soft jazz music that wafted through the air. Time seemed to lose its meaning, the outside world fading into insignificance as they delved deeper into each other's lives, sharing hopes, dreams, and the occasional moment of vulnerability that bridged the gap between them.
With each passing minute, Trevor felt the weight of his earlier troubles gradually dissipate, replaced by a newfound sense of lightness and optimism. Kara's presence was a soothing balm for his weary soul, her unwavering confidence and unapologetic approach to life serving as a beacon of strength in the midst of uncertainty.
As the night waned and the bar slowly emptied, Trevor realized with a pang of reluctance that their time together was drawing to a close. Sensing the inevitable conclusion, he reached into his pocket, his fingers closing around the sleek call card he kept for occasions such as this.
Gently sliding the card across the table, he met Kara's gaze with a warm smile. "In case you need a drinking partner for another night like this," he offered, his voice filled with genuine sincerity. "Or if you ever just want to talk."
Kara's brows furrowed in momentary confusion as she eyed the card, her lips curling into a half-smile. "Why? We've just met," she remarked, her tone laced with a playful hint of skepticism.
Trevor's response came effortlessly, his voice tinged with an underlying warmth. "Because you're interesting. A breath of fresh air in a sense," he admitted, his eyes reflecting the genuine admiration he held for her.
Kara's playful retort came quick and light, her tone dancing with the spark of humor. "Ah, so one day, you'll be tired of me, huh?" she teased, her golden eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and challenge. "You just wait. I'm not that easy to handle."
Trevor's chuckle danced in the air as he playfully leaned back, meeting her gaze with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Well, then you just have to make every meeting interesting, and maybe I'll stick around," he proposed, the challenge ringing through his words.
Kara shot back with an equally playful grin, her eyes alight with a playful fire. "You make sure every time is worth it, Moonshine," she countered, a hint of playful defiance coloring her words.
A playful raise of Trevor's eyebrow was met with a matching challenge from Kara, the tension between them crackling with a delightful energy. "We're in the nickname stage now, aren't we?" Trevor mused aloud, his voice tinged with an air of playful contemplation. "Then I'll have to come up with a good one for you."
Kara leaned back, her expression a mix of curiosity and amusement. "I dare you to try," she quipped, her playful challenge hanging between them like an unspoken invitation.
Trevor's grin widened, his mind already whirring with possibilities. "Right. I think from now on, I'll call you Kitkat," he declared, a playful twinkle in his eyes. "Because you always bring a playful energy into the room, keeping the mood light and fun."
Kara's laughter danced through the now-empty bar, a melody of joy that seemed to linger in the air long after she had begun her departure. "You're ridiculous," she declared, her voice laced with affection, her playful smile painting a picture of warmth. "I'll take it. Kitkat it is," she accepted, her golden eyes sparkling with an infectious playfulness.
Trevor's laughter joined hers, a genuine warmth infusing his features, illuminating the dimly lit space around them. "Glad you're on board, Kitkat," he said, his voice soft with unmistakable fondness. As she glanced back, a mischievous sparkle danced in Kara's eye, a silent promise of future adventures hanging in the air. "It's a date," she affirmed, her voice carrying a subtle invitation to the unknown. Trevor watched her graceful exit, his smile lingering as if trying to capture the essence of her presence. "It's a date," he whispered to himself, his heart brimming with anticipation and a newfound sense of excitement. This, he realized, was only the beginning of something unforeseen, and he eagerly embraced the uncertainty of the journey ahead.