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Don and Rose McHert sat in silence at the dinner table, neither one of them willing to speak or even look at each other as the stale and dry atmosphere of their previous fight lingered relentlessly in the air. The food on the coyote's plate remained untouched as he questioned himself as to why and how things have gotten to where they were now. He and his wife used to be happy and love each other, now, he was lucky if she'd let him peck her on the cheek. For so long he had told himself that they were just getting over a bad situation, but now, Don started to think that the wolf truly didn't love him like he loved her anymore.

He rolled the bit of chicken around his plate; his stomach full of grief and mind full of sorrow. Without a word, or much of a noise, the coyote stood from his place at the small kitchen table and left the room. He passed through the living room and down a short hall before he reached his small study, the room he spent most of his time (and most of his nights) in. He slowly closed the door behind him and sunk into his plush comfy chair in front of his desk. He typed his password into his laptop and immediately did what he always does; work.

A ringing phone snaps the coyote from his light slumber over his paper littered desk. He tilted his head, popping it several times before answering the phone with a lazy and slightly irritated sigh. "Hello?" he mumbled.

"Hey buddy!" a light, chary voice greeted on the other end. Don recognized the voice as Jeremy. "Are you busy tonight?"

The coyote rubbed his tired eyes and glanced over at the digital clock sitting next to his asleep computer. 7:32 pm, it read. "No, I don't think so. Why?"

"Wanna go to a gay strip club with me?" he asked with no hesitation.

Don sat in his comfortable chair, holding the phone up to his ear with a blank expression and saying nothing for a long moment before he hung up the phone without a single word. He waited a few seconds before his phone rang again and he picked up, knowing full well who it was. "What on earth would possess you to ask that question?"

Jeremy groaned on the other end. "Well, there's this guy that I think likes me-" he started, but Don cut in.

"That's not my fault..."

"Listen, I'm not trying to hook you up or anything, I just want some company... besides, it sounds like you could use it..."

They were both quiet as Don thought it over briefly in his mind. He could use the company, and maybe getting out of the house would be good for him. "Alright, fine. What time?"

The squirrel chuckled on the other end. "I'm on my way to get you now."

Don hung up, that was just like him; to ask last minute.

~*~

"Ready?" Jeremy asked as he rolled down his window upon pulling up in front of the coyote's house.

Don had changed his cloths to a pair of nice fit jeans, a simple, half unbuttoned white oxford with a dark drown biker's jacket over top. It wasn't anything too fancy, but he figured it'd fit better than khakis, polo and his reading glasses. "I guess," he groaned as he flopped into the front seat next to the flamboyant squirrel.

Jeremy whistled as he got a better look at the coyote. "You sure you've never been to one of these places before?" he reached over and ruffled up the coyote's neat hair, making it stand up, curve down, left right in every which direction. "There we go!" he said, retracting his hand before Don could slap it. "Now you look ten years younger!"

Don scoffed. "You say that like I'm old..."

The squirrel shrugged as he started driving. "Well, I wouldn't exactly count thirty-three as 'young', yaknow?" he said jokingly.

"Alright, jackass, let's just get this over with... I can't believe you talked me into going to a gay strip club." He mumbled those last few words under his breath.

The squirrel talked most of the way to the club about the recent happenings in his life and this attractive tiger he had met at the club a few weeks ago. Don just sat there and half listened as he watched the dawn shift quickly into night. Streetlights popped on to illuminate the darkness as well as city buildings and houses. The trip to the club wasn't all that long, maybe fifteen minutes at most, but Jeremy's endless babbling made the journey feel longer than necessary.

It felt like ages before the squirrel's small red car pulled into the parking lot of House Of Cards; a brightly lit building in neon pink, red, yellow and blue lights. Hopping out of the car and up to the front door, Don felt a ping of guilt in his gut. He was a married man, even if his marriage wasn't in the best condition, he was still wed to someone he loved, not to mention he was straight. He looked back to the car, contemplating weather or not he should back out. "Chill out, Donavan." Jeremy's voice cut through his thoughts and drew his attention. The squirrel smiled. "It's not like you're coming to hook up with guy's, just to help a friend out and get outta the house for a while."

Don nodded and followed the squirrels bushy tail up to the front door where there was a security guard waiting for them. Jeremy showed the buff German shepherd a card before gabbing a thumb to Don and saying; "He's with me."

The shepherd nodded and opened the door to a loud, dark and almost packed inside. Guy's of all shapes and sizes danced, drank, kissed and partied in the random flashing colors and lights. A thin mouse man wearing nothing but a thong that had a 3 of clubs on its front and did little to cover his privates strolled up to them with a smirk plastered on his muzzle. A black bowtie was wrapped around his neck, along with white cuffs around his wrists, but other than that, Don had no trouble in seeing all of the features of the mouse. "Is it just you two boy's tonight?" he asked, strolling around Jeremy and behind Don, looking him up and down.

The coyote shoved his hand in his jacket's pockets to keep them from accidently touching anything that would cause further guilt to his already guilty mind. "Yep," the squirrel said when the mouse came into view from behind the larger male.

The mouse nodded and started walking off, waving his hand for them to follow. "Right this way, gentlemen."

The mouse walked around people and down rows of seats with a sway in his hips and tail until he stopped at an empty table and gestured for them to sit. The two sat in the booths across from each other and got comfortable amongst the clubs lustful chaos. "You're server will be with you shortly, hope you enjoy your stay." Said the mouse before he turned on his heels and walked off.

Don looked around the room; muscular, thin, and thick men of all different types of races all partied, listening to the blasting music, danced on the bright, lighting up dance floor, and so much other stuff. He looked at the workers (strippers?) and noticed that they all basically wore the same thing, black thongs with some kind of playing card symbol painted on the front, a bowtie (or sometimes a tie, he noticed) and white cuffs. They smiled deviously at any of the attractive men they passed or served, sitting on their laps, licking their lips, swaying their tails, letting other's touch them and so on. Don couldn't help but watch one of the server's take a customer by the hand and lead him behind a private door to be alone.

"I can't believe that I'm here." Don said, or, more likely, yelled over the blasting music to Jeremy, who seemed to be distracted with looking for whoever he came to see.

"Oooohhhh calm down, you've gotta have some fun! Loosen up a little." Jeremy said without taking his eyes away from searching.

Don scoffed. "That's what you said, right before I lost my virginity!"

The squirrel laughed and nodded. "But you later admitted that it was the best mistake of your life! Oh! There he is!" the squirrel stood and was ready to walk away when Don yelled for him to stop. "Oh you'll be fine, just put whatever you get on my tab okay?" and with that, the squirrel was gone.

Don shook his head as he watched the last bit of Jeremy's tail disappear behind a horde of people. "What tab...?" he said to himself and sat there by his lonesome.

The coyote rested his chin on his braced arm as he absently listened to the music. He could hardly call it music, it sounded more like organized noise than anything. If it wasn't for the loud music, he probably would have fallen asleep a few times over.

"Hello," a light, smooth voice said from somewhere beside him. "Sorry for making you wait!"

Don looked over and up to see a lean raccoon that seemed to have about the same muscle tone as the Coyote. He spoke with a thin southern accent that somehow seemed to compliment his nice smile. He smile wasn't like the other stripers', his seemed genuine and not as lustful as he would have expected.

"I'm Geo, you're server for tonight. Can I get you something to drink, sir?"

Don had to pry his eyes from the swaying mass in between the raccoon's legs and up to his sky blue eyes. "Uhhh... j-just a beer, p-please."

Geo nodded and was about to turn and leave when he squinted his eyes and leaned in closer to Don's face. "Wait a second... do I know you?" he asked. Don was about to object when the raccoon's snapped his fingers as he stood upright. "Oh I got it! You're Mr. McHert, right?"

Done blinked in shock for a moment. "How did you-?"

Geo giggled. "I work at the small book store across the street from your nice little house! Hold on," he held a figure up for a moment as he pulled out a pair of wide rimmed glasses from behind him and stuck them on his face and held his longer headfur back out of his eye. "This look familiar?"

"Oh yeah!" the coyote said, smiling and happy that he had found someone he recognized in this place. "Now I remember you! Sorry, I guess I never knew your name until now."

The raccoon waved him off. "Oh that's alright, darlin'. So how'd a sweet married man end up in a slutty place like this?" he asked, leaning one hand on the table and the other on his hip.

Done looked over to see Jeremy talking to a tall muscular tiger and gestered to him. "Moral support," he said simply.

Geo looked over his shoulder to the squirrel and back to Don, nodding. "And the wife let you come here?"

Done was quiet for a moment, looking down to his twirling thumbs. "Sheeee, ahh, she doesn't know I'm here, actually..."

The raccoon laughed and shook his finger. "I don't think that's such a good idea there, buddy! What's she gonna say if she finds out?"

The coyote honestly didn't know. He didn't know if she'd care, or if she'd yell at him or what. She's been so offset recently that he truly didn't know what to expect. He simply shrugged in response with a bit of a forced smile.

Geo nodded, looking Don in his eyes for a long moment before looking around and sighing. "You wanna go somewhere quieter?" he asked after a moment.

Don looked around, as if for some help; he wasn't sure he liked where this was going. "Uhhmmm..."

The raccoon laughed again. "JUST to talk! I'm not like the other sluts in this place, I swear!"

After a long moment of thinking, Don supposed that a change of scenery wouldn't hurt. He nodded and got out of his seat and followed the raccoon around people and seats to the front of the bar. "Two regs please," Geo said to a jaguar behind the counter. He nodded and passed the raccoon two beers from somewhere under the counter. "Thanks babe," he said, winking to the feline before handing one to Don and continued walking.

Geo lead the Coyote around for a bit longer before they reached a door almost hidden around the people and security guards around the dark area. "He's with me, boys." Geo said to the two security guards and they let them pass to the room beyond.

This room had more (stable) lights and no other people. Plush fur couches and nice coffee tables took up most of the small room, along with a smaller television sitting on a small stand. Don turned to the raccoon and finaly got a better look at him; unlike the other workers, Geo wore a red thong with an Ace of Spades on its front with a red tie and cuffs. Somewhere down his tail near the base, among his black stripes was a single red stripe that stuck out around the others.

"I'll be right back," the raccoon said as he disappeared behind a draped curtain. Done didn't have to wait long before the raccoon was back, only now wearing a pair of skinny, black jeans and no cuffs. "Have a seat," he gestured to the couch.

Don sat on the couch and sipped at his beer. "Cozy," he said, smiling.

"Yeah, this is the break room. So tell me more about you and you're wife, it sounds as though you guys are havin' some... issues... if you don't mind my syin'."

Done looked down at his beer, almost as if in shame and nodded. "Yeah we uh, kinda are."

"Ya don't have to talk about it if ya don't want to..." Geo sat down a few feet next to him on the same couch and got into a more relaxed position.

"I don't mind... I guess it started around nine, ten years ago. Something happened that took us a long time to get over, and ever since, nothing's been the same. I've gotten over it, but, I don't think she has yet. She's always just so... angry, and sad and just hates everything... including me. I've tried to talk with her about it, but she just shuts me out." Don said. Somehow, it felt as if he was talking to his lifelong friend right now. Maybe he needed to talk to someone worse than he thought.

"Have you guy's considered gettin' professional help?" Geo asked, listening to every word Don spoke.

"Yes, but she won't agree to it. It's almost like she WANTS to be stuck in sorrow and depression. He keeps calling out for help, but rejects it whenever it comes."

The raccoon nodded. Don talked, and Geo listened and before they knew it, it was already two o'clock in the morning. Geo had taken the coyote home because he couldn't find Jeremy anywhere, and before Don could close the door, the raccoon had handed him a torn piece of paper with neat scribbles on its surface. "If you ever need anyone to talk to." He said before driving off and leaving the coyote in front of his house.

Don walk into his dark house, not a sound was made other than his presents. He took his jacket off and made his way to his bedroom door, but found it locked. He sighed and lay down on the couch. "What am I going to do, Rose?" he mumbled to himself. "What do you want me to do...?"