A short bit of Prose where a friendly rematch Clyde Ffrey between Sherri Mayim, gets a little too friendly
Sherri Mayim property of  sherrimayim
Clyde Ffrey Property of my self  Clyde_Ffrey

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A pair of ice cubes lightly crack against a the walls of his highball glass. Letting his eyes drift closed to soak in the atmosphere, soaking in on every sensation of the bar. Bright lights filtered through fur and skin to ensure that even the closed eyes did not provide true darkness. Large flat screen monitors blared vivid lights through the bar; One displayed major league gaming, another some underaged fox played a blissfully violent fps; Another was screening ‘Big Trouble in Little China’. Smells and sounds permeated the bar, from the hot habanero floating idly in his drink that tickled his nose, to the tart and savory smells of fresh grilled foods, to the rat-at-at-tat of gunfire, feminine announcer bliss QUADRAKILL, and the happy chatter of slightly buzzy furs playing board games. It was far from the normal bar, but it felt right, it was his kinda place. The waitress came by the table once again, “Another Navi’s Revenge?”
“Yea, that’ll be nice, I’m not going anywhere for a while, still waiting.”
“Sure thing”
Idly he let his head tilt as the waitress walked away, she was a slim otter with a mohawk, a little more on the tough punk side, but not a wasted glance, still appreciating her shape. As his eyes began to wander to the backside of the otter he felt a clawed paw settle on his shoulder and a low appreciative murr come out from above him, “What a Cutie, I see why you like this place.” Tilting back to see the speaker, well built canine, dark furred and pleasurable curves covered by a nice pair of jeans and pink shoulderless top.

“Looks like you found the place alright, Sherri?” His voice twangs a bit, and his southern drawl is more than apparent when he asks, it had been a long evening and he was just happy to be out of the office. His fingers slide up and loosen the blue silk tie that was around his neck. She initially took the seat beside him, pushing her hip against his into before flicking out her blue tongue and giving him a large cheek lick and very firm hug. “Sure did. This is good. might have to come back here more” The moment he felt the physical contact he physically relaxes and slumps against her before he gives a quiet nuzzle. “Rematch?” He asked before glancing to her, she was a bit lost soaking in the nerd plastered on the walls, the glowing screens, and the few she had already singled out, the blue tongue circling her muzzle and eyeing over her potential victims. Her ears perked and a wide smile formed on her muzzle, “Thought you’d never ask boy” before she darted to the other side of the booth, staring him down with the large brown puppydog eyes.

“Modern?” She says with a slight firmness to her voice, as if setting the ground rules, and watching how he reacted, at least thats how he was gauging her. “Of course, you sure you don’t want to play EDH?” he said as he fished out a roughed up solid red deck box, it showed signs of wear but it was quite durable and heavy plastic.
He tried to follow her movements, but he never saw her retrieve a stack of sleeved cards. His eyes widened briefly for a moment, pretty sure there was no slight of hand, but he never saw where they came from, or where they went ever.

The pair of canines shuffled their decks in almost a metered unison. It was a dance they both moved by heart. The thick plastic pressed into his paw pads, threatening to cut into the skin as he shuffled piece by piece. The threat of a sixy one little plastic needles against the softness of his skin, it almost hurt, but it was the reminder of the game it self. Sliding the deck in front of her only to be tapped by her sapphire painted claw. Her mirrored action only to be met with a strange ritual of drawing in the air and snapping for the ninja of all cuts.

Silently they played card after card, speaking only when necessary. He played a light trick on her, knowing her pension for control he pulled his spin on the same colors. The first game went long, only breaking for the brief moment the otter brought by his drink. A stern word about drinking, a sip shared of the spicy fruity drink, a giggle, a laugh, a smile, before the game continued on. The first game was close, but somehow he eked out a win, one last point of damage from his scepter. The second game was a bit more distracting as she started using more of his slightly distracted nature. An adjustment of clothing here, presenting her curves a bit more boldly. A sly foot paw sliding against his ankles, rubbing against him, teasing him with her toes. Clearly, she had him wrapped up. A valiant game was still played, but he was brutally shut down.

Shuffling again, as they both knew best out of three. The competitive nature of the pair started again. She viciously smiled as she saw her hand. His eyes stayed closed, trying not to give away anything to her, that she didn't need to know, but he saw that smile, and it did unnerve him slightly. A few turns in, there was a faint sound of a zipper as his eyes widened. She had reached over with her paw and slid her foot to tease his shaft. He swallowed firmly, “Crack my arid mesa?” “Nope, shadow of doubt.” She said in rapid response. Every thing he could do she seemed to answer, toying with him in the game and below the table. He couldn’t stand for the tease much longer, sliding his ankles together to pull off his shoe, might as well play the same game she did. He pressed his foot paw to her groin and surprisingly, felt the heat from her, radiating out through the cloth. Feeling a hand press against the bridge of his foot he looked up to her, smiling from ear to ear. The game continued, as they teased, rubbed, Ajani tabled. Jace tabled. They glanced up meeting eye to eye, at one life she activated a jace ultimate. He quite cleanly lost the longest game they had ever played against each other.

She leaned forward and licked his nose, “Told you, I’d win again. But you need to let me look at that list, its cute” she said as she pinched flesh unseen by the table and hopefully unnoticed by the other patrons, who were likely more involved in their friends, food, and games. “Of Course,” he responded, finishing the cocktail he had been nursing for ages checking to see to ensure that he was safe for driving. Yea, he was fine, two drinks over the course of a few hours, clear headed save for the confusion she gave him. “I figured you’d want to see it” he slid over a plastic sleeve with the decklist in it...an a house key” She picked it up and smiling nodded, “Keep the lights on tonight, I might have to swing by” palming the list and key to her pocket and getting up, brushing against him as she walks by, clearly having her eye on her round two….at least before the feature match.