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Hey guys, this couple spontenously came into my mind one day so I'm just doing a little experiment. Hope ya'll like it.

Soft jazz music played throughout the restaurant as a lonely white dog waited for his date to come. This dog was a white Labrador named Brian Griffin. An educated, mature dog with a passion for writing, art, music, and alcohol. Right now, he was sitting at a restaurant table waiting for his date to arrive. This girl…he had no idea how he fell in love with her. He had met her at one of the book clubs that he had gone to. At first she was nice but after being with her for a month, she turned a little mean. She could call him in the middle of day every single second, demanding where he was, what he was doing, and with whom he was with. Where was she? Brian had been waiting for almost two hours for her to. Brian suddenly sighed as he got up from his table and walked over to the bar.

"One martini please," he asked the bartender. The bartender threw some ice cubs into the martini shaker and then the white liquid. He shook the martini shaker and poured it into an elegant glass. He put the glass closer to Brian who took it in his hand and slowly sipped the alcoholic drink.

What the hell is taking her so long? Brian suddenly thought. He kept looking at the door but all the women, though they were awfully pretty, were not her. Whatever he thought after some time had passed by.

"A table for two please," he heard a soft feminine voice from behind him. Thinking that it was his girlfriend, Brain turned around only to see that it wasn't her but someone else. What he saw was not a human but a different creature. She had a small pink triangular nose, blond hair, lavender eyes shadow, blue heeled shoes, a silky blue dress that perfectly fit her body, and a black strap wrapped around her neck. Brian's eyes followed her figure as she sat down to a table, which was the same table to where he was sitting.

"Thank you," he heard her thank the waiter as he handed her the menus, "he will be here…eventually." She sounded a bit peeved at the last part. After the waiter had left, the mink let out a sigh and rested her cheek in one hand.

Maybe she just needs some company Brian thought. However, he couldn't just walk in on her like that. He or she had to do something so the other would react. Brian didn't know what do to so he waited for her to do something.

This white mink sat as still as she could on the table. Her hands were folded on her lap and she stared at the door. Brian followed her gaze and noticed that she was in the same situation that he was in. All the more reason for the two of them to be acquainted. Then again, after this night he was never going to see her again so why not take a chance?

Brian hopped off the chair and walked over to her table. "Uhh…" he stuttered, "h-h-hi?" he greeted her in a questionable fashion. Smooth he thought.

The mink turned to look at him and her lips curled into a smile. "Hello to you too," she greeted him.

Say something! a voice screamed in his mind. "Would you mind if I sat here?" he asked as he grabbed the chair with his hands.

"Sure, why not?" she said as Brian pulled the chair from the table and sat down.

"I'm Brian by the way, Brian Griffin," he extended his hand to her.

"Minerva Mink," she answered as she delicately put her hand in his and lightly shook it. She removed her hand from his and rested her cheek in it. "So what's a handsome dog like you doing in a place like this?"

Brian mentally smiled. Looks like this little meeting was off to a good start. "I am waiting for my date to come. How about you?" he asked her.

The mink, Minerva, slowly shrugged her shoulders and said, "the same. When I make plans with him he is always late."

"That's the same situation that I'm in," Brian told her. "There's this girl that I am waiting for and I have been waiting for two hours for her to come."

Minerva gave him a small and sad smile. "Just when I thought that my life was going to take a positive turn. I haven't had much luck with boys that I find handsome."

"Me too," Brian said, "but with women of course."

Minerva chuckled. "I knew what you meant," she folded her hands and rested her small chin on top of them, "tell me what your love life is like."

Brian nervously chuckled when he asked her that. "No much success that's for sure. I mean I have dumped them myself or they have dumped me. One of them also cheated on me."

"You poor thing," Minerva sympathetically said, "one dog acted like a yutz when he saw me." She remembered that time when this black and blue dog named Newt was trying to catch her but he fell in love with her instead.

"I would act like a yutz too," Brian said but he immediately put his hand on his lips when he said that.

"Well don't," Minerva said, "it's highly unattractive." She didn't admit that she acted like a fool when she saw handsome boys, like that time when she met her best friend's—Trudy—cousin. Not to mention that he was her date and he was always late and never paid for anything.

The upbeat music suddenly changed into a slow, smooth jazz as some couples went to the dance floor and danced with each other. Minerva turned her head and looked at the dancers. She wished that she was dancing with someone instead of just sitting here and waiting.

Brain felt the same way. If his girlfriend was here, the would be dancing by now and having a good time. He looked back at Minerva and sensed that she was wishing the same thing he was. He suddenly felt a little connection between them. "Would you like to dance?" he asked her.

"Oh I would love to," Minerva said, "if only I wasn't waiting for my date."

Brian nodded his head. "Okay," he said, "I would have said no too if a girl asked me to dance," he nervously chuckled.

Minerva folded her arms across her chest and leaned back to her chair. "It goes to show you how much you appreciate your date." Her eyes lifted when she saw a brown mink with Elvis Presley-like brown hair walking into the restaurant. "And he has finally come," Minerva said.

Brian turned around and looked at the male mink approaching the table. He was wearing a white shirt, a leather jacket, and blue pants with brown shoes. A lollipop stick hung out of his mouth. "I should probably go," Brian said as he slipped out of the table. "It was a pleasure to have met you, Minerva," he smiled at her.

Minerva gave him a smile. This time it was warm and kind. "Same here Brian. I hope we see each other again."

Brian gave her nod followed by a small smile as he walked away from the table and saw the male mink sitting down to where he was. He noticed that the mink coldly stared at Minerva after Brian had left. He only hoped that she wouldn't get hurt by whatever he had to say. Brian decided not to wait any longer for his date. It was ten o'clock in the evening and she never showed up. So much for a romantic date he thought as he left the restaurant and headed back home.