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Chapter 33: Alcohol
“I think this alcohol is defective”
Alethea mumbled to herself while staring down at the wine cooler in her hands. She had been trying to relax after spending a day thinking her sister might be dead. Finding out that said sister is alive wasn’t solving her stress issue though, it certainly helped, but she had also found out about supernatural fuckery afoot. Even getting buzzed wasn’t solving that problem in her mind, but perhaps certain leisurely activities could help.
Her eyes panned around the bar looking at the various guys around her, jocks, jerks, boys, and punks filled the place. As usual the population of ‘men’ was somewhat lacking. Alethea differentiated the male gender into different categories, a practice not altogether uncommon for any woman who hung out in bars. It helped her figure out what she was and wasn’t in the mood for, and who to casually brush off. Not that she was trying to be dismissive, but getting hit on was also a thing one learned to deal with and often the best way was to just find an efficient way to say no before any conversation got going.
She labeled the more inexperienced as ‘boys’. They could certainly be fun, especially if she just wanted a male to shut up and do what she wanted without to much effort. They were easy and always grateful afterwards, and some even had some talent, which was always a pleasant surprise for her. Of course, there often was a good amount of insecurity too which could get annoying when one didn’t know how to shut up.
The more muscular and sport males are ‘jocks’. When she was in the mood to be handled, to be on the bottom and taken, they were her targets of choice. Unfortunately, all too often they weren’t as good as their physiques implied and the extra force was their only real perk.
The wannabe rebels or any general counter-cultural type were the ‘punks’. She used to be rather into this sort but had been falling out of love with the entire segment of society. They all had the same opinions and all complained about the same things and in all honesty for a ‘counter-cultural’ group they were pretty uniform all things considered.
‘Men’ were the rarest type she found. Confident and assured but also polite and respectable. Unfortunately, she still had a hard time telling the difference at first blush between a ‘man’ and a ‘jerk’ as jerks gave of similar confidence self assuredness, and could fake the polite and respectful stuff to. Well to a point at least, they always let it slip eventually with some assbag comment or action, and by then she’d wasted her night.
Skyler pulled the car into the bar parking lot. He knew it was a place where people from the university hung out. Close to campus for those without cars, built in arcade on one side restaurant on the other and a bar in the middle. The place gave good reasons for those from the school to hang here.
He himself had been before, but never for that long, and he hadn’t exactly been all that successful in his endeavors. Part of that was just his time, he told himself, he had classes and basic and his specialty to focus on too so why spend time getting drunk in bars?
“So at least from time to time I won’t have to sleep alone” He thought shaking his head as he stepped out of the all black sedan. He hoped that the car wouldn’t cause too much of a reaction from the patrons. It did kinda look like a ‘fed’ car, understandably considering it was one.
As he reached the door, he was feeling oddly nervous for what he knew wasn’t a rational reason, and tried to calm himself down. He half expected to be assaulted by ‘far-too-loud’ music as soon as he opened the door, but this was a bar not a club so mercifully it didn’t have that piece of concentrated unpleasantness to worry about. Instead, he was just assaulted by the too-loud drone of all the patrons chatting at the same time.
He let his ears flatten down by gravity as he entered, even flat he still had good enough hearing in this place to tell what was what, and decided to get a beer at the bar before working out his next move.
Alethea glanced over a the new arrival and gave him a quick scan. ‘Boy’ was the first term that came to mind, though his body type said ‘jock’. It was an interesting combo, especially for a rabbit. His long ears hung down the back of his head and his dark brown fur was well brushed and cared for. Being together told her that he wasn’t some sort of junkie, or slob with BO problems, being as built as he was told her he must get a lot of exercise. Rabbits and other smaller herbivore types tended to be lanky and if they were in shape it was a lean and toned sort of shape. This one was hardly a body builder, but he had enough meat on him to be interesting. Jock strength, but more submissive side the boys tended to have?
She took one more glance around the room. While there were other options, always were, and even some she had even had before and knew were decent playmates. Nevertheless something told her to try out something new.
Skyler was most of the way through finishing his beer and still haven’t figured out who to approach or how. There were women around, though most either seemed to have a boyfriend already or where already being hit on. He didn’t know how he’d go about impressing them or standing out.
His train of defeatist thoughts was interrupted when a girl approached him, “Haven’t seen you before.”
“UH uh.. hi…” Sklyer had almost jumped when she said hello and turned to face her. He looked at the girl who had walked over to him, glancing up and down quickly. Normally he was mostly into other rabbits and this girl wasn’t one, in fact she was almost as far in the opposite direction as she could possibly be. The Snow leopard before him was slender, not particularly curvy by any means but still quite pretty. A part of him shuddered slightly seeing the knives in her mouth that her smile partially revealed. A silly atavistic instinct of course, and he had plenty of predator friends, but it was still there.
Shaking his head to snap him back to reality he continued. “No I, er, don’t normally goto bars that much.”
“I may have guessed” She said sitting down next to him and waving for a refill, “Still, this crowd is usually the same list day on, so its nice to see someone new. You a student?”
“Uh yes I am.” he said. Then tried off a bit, before remembering he should probably give a bit more, “Uh and I’m in the military.”
Alethea, who was just about to say something, closed her mouth to reconsider this new info. It would explain his build so it made sense. A nervous inexperienced military boy? well this would be fun indeed. She felt her grin widening again when she responded, “Oh really? that’s new, get to shoot guns a lot?”
Skyler tried to resist glancing at her teeth too much as he responded, “Some. I’m not on track for frontline though, I’m in the ordinance disposal unit”
She raised an eyebrow, “Like a trash man?”
“No. no.. like. well… Like the bomb squad”
“Holy crap, that sounds more than a little scary!”
“At first yes but I’ve actually gotten used to it”
They two of them continued to chat on and off for a few minutes. Skyler found himself relaxing as they talked. This wasn’t as unnerving as he thought it was going to be for sure. Soon the conversation turned to her showing him around the bar games. Darts, pinball and the like, all things he knew pretty well from basic, the other guys had made a dartboard by cutting up a fellow recruits underwear once and used knives as darts, but the concepts were similar. He just had to use a lot less force on the darts and soon was getting a decent enough score.
As the evening progressed he tried to resist drinking too much, a feat not easily accomplished as Alethea was happy to keep downing her wine coolers till she was a little tipsy.
“You ok Alethea?”
“Alee is fine”
“Ok Alee. uh. do you think maybe we’ve had enough.”
“Pfft, you haven’t, and I could have PLENTY more.” She burped and cleared her throat, “But it is quite dark out huh?”
“I could take you home if its far. I should still be sober enough to drive”
Alethea put a face to show she was considering things, “On one condition” she said holding a finger up to his nose.
“What condition?”
“When we get to my place. You follow me in”