Cigarettes and whiskey. Sex and cheap perfume. The scents of home for a crimson-haired leopardess, the feline taking a small breath before the sharp rap of knuckes on polished mahogany snapped her out of her brief reverie. Heterochromic eyes flicked open to behold a somewhat impatient meerkat leaning heavily on the bar, lower-class New York accent demanding more alcohol, even though he'd clearly had more than his fair share. Though some small part of her wanted to deny him his vice, she just nodded, falling into the age-old 'charismatic saleswoman' mode. "Sure thing, sweetie." She said with a smile, turning her back on the inebriated customer to retrieve the vodka he'd requested.

Normally, furs came to The Old Crow for three things. One was the easy sex. Nearly every horny or desperate fur in the city had unofficially voted that bar as the designated 'meetup' place, making drunken fumbling couples nearly commonplace. Two was the high-quality booze. It wasn't the cheapest place out there, but the tender had a taste for good alcohol...and a flourish for serving it, bringing us to number three: The bartender herself. Nikkita had fallen into her role at the bar like a second skin. The way she served was almost acrobatic. Balancing the bottles was an art, and the sight of a bottle of jack spiralling through the air brought a lot of business, not to mention the silver paw which managed to catch it miraculously at the last moment, dumping a small amount into a shot glass before spinning the bottle on deft fingers, replacing it on the mirrored shelf behind her. The skin-tight leather that forever seemed to be covering her slim, curvy form didn't hurt popularity, either.

A large red sign, seemingly hand-painted, sat on the front door. "For your own safety, do not touch the employees." A fair number of men had seemingly thought themselves exempt from that little rule, finding themselves squeezing a handful of shapely, leather-clad ass, a lecherous grin on their faces...one that didn't last long. The ones that did disregard the sign left the bar either needing stitches or sporting a broken nose, courtesy of the tender's surprisingly solid fists, sharp claws saved for the special offenders. This wasn't to say she was unfriendly by any stretch of the word. Should the sign be heeded, Nikkita always seemed to in pleasant spirits, holding up a conversation with several furs even as she worked the shaker for a table's round of margaritas, offering advice to a lone drinker on her way past, more often than not being the catalyst that brought lonely furs together. She wouldn't call herself a matchmaker, but if the circumstances were right, she had a knack for getting her single customers laid.

Nikkita, never seemed to have any attentions of her own. Attempted flirting was smoothly turned down, and outright propositioning was either laughed off or growled at, depending on her mood. Should a snow-white lynx enter the bar, however, this changed dramatically. The service was the same, but the leopardess seemed forever glued to the spot closest to the white feline, a genuine smile on her face. As soon as closing time came around she shooed the occupants away much faster than was normal. Anyone who asked her would find that the white femme was actually the spotted bartender's long-time mate, explaining much about the feline's almost total lack of interest in her customers.


History:
Born Nikkita Vera Fay, she was born to a leopard father and a tigress mother, the only girl amongst the four siblings that lived in the house. Her parents separated when she was still just a cub, her brothers leaving with her father, while it was deemed best that she lived with her mother....who turned out to be an abusive alcoholic who enjoyed blaming young Nikkita for her divorce. Her mother died when she was 14, the young leopardess disappearing into the inner city as soon as she found out, successfully evading foster care by joining a gang. A young, pretty leopardess didn't last long in the streets, so what feminine qualities she had were quickly covered up by a gruff exterior. After seven years she finally split from the gang under suspicious circumstances, having secretly saved enough money to pay her way through an apprenticeship as a bartender, eventually becoming the well-loved tender of The Old Crow, a small, dusty bar in the inner city. Over the years she learned how to effectively use her figure, blessed as she was with a curvy frame and generous chest...her hackles still raise when she's groped, and first instincts are to claw....so be warned.


Interests:
Shit, I have no idea. Uh...I like whisky, and I can do a few cool cigarette tricks...I like smart people for the most part...y'know, folks who can put together a sentence without making me cringe at their grammar or whatever. Life put me off of guys early on, so I'm mostly a lesbian. I mean there are a few exceptions, but still.


Dislikes:
I can't stand guys who think they're so damn cool that just because they're there, I have to like them. Ugh. Also, dudes that grab my ass or tits or whatever as a greeting. Fuck off, ya dickhead.

And if you ask me to eat you, I'm prolly gonna either kick your ass or go down, depending on when you say it. I ain't into that vore shit. Or any other weird fetishes. I mean I like gettin' tied down every now and then, but you get near me with candle wax, and my claws come out.

About:
Hey, I'm Kita, your friendly neighborhood bartender! People tell me I'm cute, funny, nice, whatever, but I think that's all to get in my shorts. Myself, I think I look alright and everything, and I have a nice ass, but I'm not funny, and I'm not nice. Also, I curse like a goddamn sailor when I feel like it, so I'm not fuckin' charming.

Looks:
29 years old, she stands about 5'9 without her boots on, with long, vibrantly red hair that extends to her lower back. Her eyes are heterochromatic, one green and one blue. Her fur is a glossy silver with black rosettes that are peppered evenly across her body, save for the soft white fur that covers her trim stomach and chest.

(for lack of a reference sheet, I figured I'd post my character description on here)