Hello there. AkaneKitty here with a short story called Happy Hour.

Over drinks, Callie and Felina dish about what they really think about kats and relationships.

Author's notes: Mature for language and innuendo. Inspired by a female comic I was listening to on Sirius Radio.

I created this fic in a one-day fic writing challenge to myself. I was bored at work, so I wrote it during breaks. Written in a day, edited in a day. This is a one shot, though another chapter of kats and/or she-kats talking around drinks may come later.

Callie's drink, the French 75, is a combination of gin or cognac and champagne. I've seen it listed both ways, and they say it has quite a kick. Can be expensive depending on the liquor used.

The Black RBT credit cards are similar to Black American Express cards.

Mack Bolan, a character written by Don Pendleton, was the inspiration for Felina's commando.

As always, I welcome your comments and reviews. You can either e-mail me or send them through Enjoy!

-AkaneKitty

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Happy Hour

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"Your usual, Felina?"

"Yes...No! Get me my usual pair of beers, but give me something stronger this time. I'll trust your judgment."

Jorge, the bartender of the pub called Miley's, smiled as he reached underneath the bar and opened his cooler. Retrieving two bottles, he twisted off the caps before placing them in front of the stylishly dressed Enforcer. Picking a bottle up, Felina glanced at the label.

"Good choice."

"I aim to please."

Felina smiled at the innuendo. "Is my friend here?"

"Yep. Just came in a few minutes ago. Can't miss her...she's in your usual spot."

Felina grabbed the other bottle and slid off the barstool. She proceeded over to a secluded spot located in the back corner of the little pub. There, sitting at the table, was a stunning blonde, nursing a drink. Felina looked at the she-kat a bit more closely. Instead of the workout attire she usually wore when she came from her yoga classes, she was dressed in a cute, deep purple cocktail dress. Strappy heels completed the look. Felina's smile turned roguish.

"Hot date tonight?"

The she-kat looked up and smiled. "Mmm, hmm."

"Yet you're here with me? Where are your priorities, Callie?"

"My priorities are just fine, thank you very much. I wouldn't give up our bi-weekly drinks for some kat. Kats come and go, but friends last forever."

Calico took a sip of her drink, a double French 75. The Deputy Mayor may appear to like the fruity drinks common among her peers, but she actually preferred her drinks stiff and strong. The French 75 was just an expensive warm up drink on most nights. Felina sat down opposite of Callie, and placed one of her beers on the table.

"Where are you two going?"

"An art exhibition opening downtown. It's classic pieces of Eastern art from Tokata on loan to the Museum of Natural Art."

"Wow. Is the lucky kat anyone I know?"

Callie grinned innocently. "You could say that."

Felina smiled as well and drained her first beer in a single gulp. She had an idea of who the lucky kat was, but she wanted to wait until Callie's French 75 took affect before springing her suspicions on her. She slouched in her chair.

Callie ran a claw along her glass. "I heard you had a rough day at the office today, Felina."

"Tell me about it." Felina was already halfway through her second beer. Sighing, she signaled the barmaid to bring her two more. "I got slimed by one of Viper's exploding mutant plants, and the SWAT Kats had to the God forsaking nerve to laugh about it! I swear, if my subordinates were not there, I would have shot them myself and spared my Uncle another ulcer."

Callie nodded sympathetically. "So what did you do?"

"I shot at a piece of the dead mutant that was near the TurboKat, which resulted in a very nice explosion." Felina went on after finishing her second beer. "Let's just say that they had a very large cleanup job when they got back to wherever they go to hide."

Callie chuckled. "I'd bet T-Bone wasn't happy."

"Nope. Then, when I get back to HQ, I find out that all I had left to wear was my uniform skirt!" Felina gripped her bottle in anger. "When it rains, it pours!"

"What's wrong with a skirt?" Callie motioned over to Felina's attire, which was a modified schoolkat's outfit. Dubbed the Gothic Punk look by Felina, it was a short, plaid skirt with a lacey, corset top. Completing the look were thick, high heeled combat boots over stripped, thigh high stockings. Later, the look would become popular among teenagers when the Lieutenant was spotted on the local news. She sighed again.

"Nothing's wrong with it, but you know kats. Especially those who haven't seen you in a skirt before."

"My sympathies."

"Kats! If you find another kat that doesn't use your head like stick shift let me know."

Callie exploded with laughter but she reined it in. "Surely there was one kat that didn't..."

"No! Wait, I take that back. There was a kat." Felina took a long pull of her third beer. "A commando. He was tall, dark, and dangerous. Just they way I like 'em. He even taught me a few things in the bedroom."

"What happened to him?"

"What happened is that he has to save the world at least five times a year. And due to his deep covert work, I know he was screwing another she-kat on the side because to his "job". I left him. We Ferals tend to be very monogamous."

"Ah..."

"I swear, if that commando ever wanders into my life again, I don't know whether I'd just fuck him or kick his tail and then fuck him."

Callie giggled. "Personally, I'd just fuck him and then kick his tail."

"Really?"

"Really. But since your commando isn't here, what about the SWAT Kats?"

"Those two?" Felina drained her third beer. "Besides only recently being pissed off at them, no thanks."

Callie raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"

"Because I would eat those two for lunch. Especially Razor." Felina sat back in her chair. "And despite his bravado, I'm sure T-Bone is a big softie, so that's no challenge either."

"You must be hard on kats in the bedroom."

"They say I'm hard on she-kats, too."

"...Oh?"

Felina smirked and leaned forward toward Callie. "I never said I was only interested in kats."

Unfazed, Callie smirked as well. "I'm taken."

"So you are." Smiling, Felina paused to start on her fourth beer. Sensing an opening with the blonde she-kat, she ran a claw along her beer bottle. "By the way, is your date tonight Mr. Black RBT?"

"Mmm, hmm."

"The one that saved you from being Mr. Minutekat's charity date?"

"The same."

Again, Felina's smile turned roughish. Callie didn't know it, but she inadvertently gave away the identity of the kat she took great pains to conceal. Mr. Black RBT stood for Black Royal Bank of Tokata credit cards. This regal bank only issued black credit cards to a select group of katizens around the world, and Felina just happened to know one personally.

"So, after going on that charity date, did you give him a pity fuck or a mercy fuck?"

Callie glanced at Felina over her glass. Her French 75 was almost gone. "Neither. It was a one-thing-leading-into-another type of fuck."

"That you were well prepared for..."

"A lady is always prepared for anything."

"A little too prepared if you ask me." Felina pointed a claw accusingly toward the Deputy Mayor. "You knew you were going to fuck him before the date even started, didn't you?"

"I'll never tell."

Still smirking, Felina waited until Callie raised her glass to her lips before dropping the bombshell.

"So...was your romp...with my Uncle...fun?"

Callie drained the rest her French 75 in one gulp. Felina laughed.

"I knew it!"

Callie took a minute to compose herself. "How did you..."

"Callie, only certain families get Black Royal Bank of Tokata credit cards, and my family is one of them. I'm sure my Uncle has told you that we're not Enforcers just for the money." Felina grinned. "Besides, the look on your faces the next day can only be described as...post-coital."

"...You noticed, huh?"

"Uh, huh. I'm just surprised the SWAT Kats didn't notice, but I think they were too busy arguing with my Uncle about something stupid to care. But know that I think about it, I'd bet that was a diversionary tactic."

"...You got me." Callie, resigned to her fate, ordered another French 75. "So, do you want to know all the details or just the quick and dirty parts?"

"Hey, that's my Uncle you're talking about here! Anything you say aboutthat will be way too much information for me!"

"You brought it up." Callie retorted, and downed half of her second French 75.

Felina shook her bottle. "I'm just surprised that to two of you are getting some sort of relationship out of this. I mean, since you two have very different opinions on a certain subject."

"If you're talking about the SWAT Kats, we solved that problem, at least temporarily, by not talking about them at all. And if we do, the city must be in ruins and they must be stand right next us."

"Sounds like something my Uncle would say."

"He did...but not in so polite terms." Callie, checking her watch, downed the rest of her drink. "My ride's almost here. Same place in two weeks?"

"Ehh...I want to check out that new bar inside The House of Falling Leaves in the Chinatown district."

"Ulysses took me there on our date. It's nice. Good sushi. Great sake."

"And probably the best place not to get noticed by the press..."

"That's why he picked it." Callie slid out of her seat. "By the way, do you have any other plans tonight?"

"No." Felina, pouting a little, signaled for a fifth beer. "I have the first shift tomorrow, so I can't stay out too late."

"Hmm. Well, if you want my advice..."

"Shoot."

"Grab Jorge over there and head over to Tower II of MegaKat Towers III." Callie grabbed her purse. "Since it's not completely finished yet, there's an elevator without any cameras. I'm sure you can figure out what to do next."

"Oh?" Felina raised an eyebrow as her beer arrived. She took a pull from it. "And how you know about that?"

"Besides from performing my duties as Deputy Mayor," Callie smiled innocently, "The Commander and I tried it out just the other day."

Felina nearly spit out her beer. "What? You never mentioned any..."

Something caught Callie's attention, and Callie slung her purse over her shoulder. "My ride's here. Gotta run!"

Callie left the pub, and after a moment a stunned silence, Felina settled back into her chair. Smiling to herself, she took one last sip of beet as she leaned on the table, sneaking a glace at Jorge.

Perhaps she would take up the Deputy Mayor's suggestion...