Randy always enjoyed walking home from work when it was already dark, it gave him a sense of peace and quiet. That, and his usual route took him past Jackson’s Pub, his favourite bar. Sure, some of the other regular clients were a bit shady, but the drinks were both tasty and affordable, and the fox got along very well with the staff. He wasn’t much of a drinker, really, but he often liked to stay around to watch the hockey game with fellow fans or just enjoy the good company of the waitresses, occasionally managing to pick up a date for the evening as well. He did quirk an eyebrow when he saw the light was on in the pub: usually on mondays Jackson’s only served during the afternoons and closed down for the evenings. “Hmm, lucky me!” The vulpine mumbled to himself. “I mean, I got tomorrow off, so no reason I can’t drop by for a chat and a cold one.”
Stepping through the door, Randy found the pub deserted, save for the barmaid who was crouched behind the counter, presumably clearing things up. “Ehm, hello?” The fox asked hesitantly. “Are you new? I don’t think I’ve seen you before here.” “Oh! I didn’t hear you come in.” From behind the bar stepped a voluptuous, blonde poodle woman (Randy guessed her to be early 30s at most) with a mole just below her eye and squeezed into a tight miniskirt. “But ehm…yes! It’s one of my first days here, indeed. And who might you be?” The vulpine had to swallow the lump in his throat that the mysterious blonde bombshell’s beauty had caused. “Oh… errr… I’m Randy. J-just your usual fox, nothing special, you know…” The poodle chuckled softly, but just loud enough to mask a strange muffled noise that otherwise would’ve roused her visitor’s suspicion. “Ahem! A pleasure to meet you, Randy, you may call me Bianca~ Unfortunately, I’m already closing down for tonight. Didn’t I flip the sign? I apologize, still getting used to this job, you see.” “Oh, that’s okay, I was just passing by. It’s not like I had any major plans for tonight…” A dejected fox already preparing to step back outside when Bianca walked out from behind the bar, her hips swinging in such an alluring fashion Randy couldn’t help but stop and stare.
“Then maybe… I can be you plan for the evening~?” Bianca leaned close to Randy, turning his cheeks a bright red. “You seem like a decent man~ Don’t want to take a lady back to your place~?” Randy straightened his back and allowed the sultry canine to take his arm, filled with new confidence. “Hr-hmm! Well, if you insist~!” And so, the couple set off into the night, Randy never once questioning the legitimacy of Bianca’s story or what other plans she might have. As such, he had also failed to notice the spare bundle of rope and roll of duct tape behind the bar. Meanwhile, the barmaid who actually was supposed to work that evening had been deviously hidden from view underneath the counter, left bound, gagged and helpless. Pepper whimpered into her gag as the lights went off, the red panda fearing it wouldn’t be until the next morning that rescue would arrive.
