Queen Bitch
Sabian was about to raise his mug to his muzzle and finish his drink when a paw landed on the top of it and the fox looked up into the face of a smiling squirrel. With a waggle of his eyebrows the squirrel asked with a smirk, “Hey handsome, can I get you a drink?”
Penn glared at the interloper and got out of his seat, paw reaching into his pocket for something. “What the fuck man?” he bellowed as he did this.
The squirrel turned his attention on Penn, mad eyes flashing a brilliant green. Calmly the squirrel told him, “Walk away Penn. Now.” The black fox blinked and his face drained of all emotion, a blank slate—he walked away, growing more and more confused as he headed out of the club.
Sabian glowered at the squirrel, “You just wrecked my evening.”
The squirrel shrugged, “Lesson one kid, never leave your drink unattended. Five!” The rabbit at the bar strolled over and the squirrel handed him the half-filled mug, “Be a dear and dump this out.”
“Bring you a new one?” Fivot asked the Sabian.
“No,” Sabian said, his glaring eyes never left the squirrel's face. Fivot nodded and walk away with the mug, looking relieved as he went.
“Allow me to introduce myself, I am Feldon, your guardian angel. Penn is something of a psychopath and I can guarantee that by the end of the night... well perhaps tomorrow morning, you'd have regretted everything that happened tonight. Not everyone you meet is going to be his level of scum, but you were just unlucky to have crossed his path first,” Feldon explained.
As Feldon spoke, Sabian could feel his anger at him melting away and being replaced by a sort of trust—everything the squirrel said rang true and Sabian could almost see himself incapacitated and bloodied in some filthy motel room as Penn stood over him, sadistic smile on his muzzle. Light coming in on a diagonal, filtering through a blue, smoky haze of cigarette after cigarette smoked. Sabian could almost smell it, could feel nauseous from that and the fear and pain winding through his guts.
Feldon broke the young fox's revery, smirking as he said, “You've come on a very strange night actually; you see all the younger, gay guys are over at the Saviour Machine for a live concert. Album release party from the Noise Vermin. Ever heard of them?”
“I've seen posters,” Sabian ventured.
Feldon chuckled, leaned back and called over his shoulder, “Hey Five, I'm stealing your last customer and bringing him to where all the boys are. Do you mind?”
The bartender waved them off, “The older guys are going to be here soon. Go, have fun.”
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