The afternoon sun hung low in the sky, painting the town of Marceline in warm gold as Scamp and Angel strolled down the sidewalk. The scent of coal smoke and iron from the rail yard still clung to their clothes, mingling with the fresh spring air.
Scamp stretched his arms behind his head, puffing out his chest. "I’m just saying, Angel, road trips are where it’s at. You get a whole day off between runs! Think of the freedom!"
Angel smirked, her fluffy tail wagged in a friendly way. "Oh sure, freedom. Ain’t that what you said last time before you wound up stranded in Chattanooga with nothin’ but lint in your pockets and a sob story for Chief?"
Scamp scoffed, waving off the memory. "That was one time."
"Uh-huh. And what about that time in Dalton when you ‘lost track of time’ and missed the call-out?"
Scamp grinned sheepishly. "Alright, two times."
Angel gave him a sidelong look, then reached up to flick his nose. "You wouldn’t last a week out on the road without me makin’ sure you don’t trip over your own paws."
Scamp leaned in with a grin, voice dripping with mischief. "Aw, so you admit it. You like havin’ me around."
Angel scoffed, but the slight pink in her cheeks betrayed her. "Don’t get ahead of yourself, Tenderfoot. I just like collectin’ the favors you owe me."
They rounded the corner, The Watering Hole coming into view. The pub’s green-painted sign creaked gently in the breeze, the smell of tobacco and whiskey drifting through the open door. Scamp held it open with a dramatic bow. "After you, m'lady."
Angel rolled her eyes, strutting past him. "Try not to make a fool of yourself in front of your girlfriend."
The terrier rolled his eyes. "Taking notes for Dolly?"
Inside, the warm glow of gas lamps flickered across polished wood and brass fixtures. The pub was relatively quiet this early in the evening, just a few regulars nursing their drinks. Vitani, behind the bar, was polishing a glass with her usual bored expression.
Scamp and Angel slid onto the stools, and Scamp immediately shifted, adjusting his weight, twisting this way and that. Angel arched a brow. He reached back, fished something from his back pocket, and thunked it down onto the bar. A thick iron pin from a link-and-pin coupler rolled slightly before settling.
The pom blinked, then snorted, covering her mouth with her hand. "You been sittin’ on that all day?"
Scamp stretched dramatically. "Explains why my backside’s been feelin’ like I parked it on a rock."
Vitani strolled over, eyes flicking to the pin, then to Scamp, unimpressed. "You leavin’ your junk out in public now, Termite?"
Angel smirked. "He can’t help it. Guy likes a little exhibition."
Scamp held up his hands. "Hey now, let’s all be reasonable—"
The lioness plucked the pin off the bar, inspecting it with mild disinterest before setting it back down. "What’ll it be?"
"Two cream sodas," Angel said, chin resting in her palm.
As she walked away, Scamp found his eyes drifting down, watching the sway of her hips in those snug trousers.
The Pomeranian caught it instantly. Smirk widening, she nudged him with her elbow. "You got a way with women, Tenderfoot. Leaving a hard iron out for her to fondle"
Scamp sputtered, tearing his gaze away. "I wasn’t— I mean, I was just—"
Angel propped her chin in her hand, blue eyes dancing with mischief. "Oh, I dunno. I think she likes you."
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