Yes, this is the end. Well it isn't a real end, but here I leave it. A week has passed since last chapter where she kisses Razor before getting back into business, this time using her 'pets' for hire and just well, raising them like a good mother would. She has lost all her past complex and truly feels no guiltiness about anything that happened before Jake saved her tail that night from those bullies.
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Chapter13. Got caramel?
Loud music. Flashing lights. Tons of kats dancing to the exploding beat. Giving into their wild instincts.
That's how she liked it.
She loved the beat, the sweat, the sexyness it implied.
But her now dancing partner was annoying her.
Handsome and dressed in good clothes but lousy dancer, she pushed him aside with a lame excuse about being tired and trough the dancing crowd she made her way to the bar. There the young bar-kat smiled at her.
"Hello there, sweet stuff…"
She turned her tail at him, giving him the back, she looked back at the dance floor, moving according to the beat.
"Ain't sweet, kitten… Just give me something strong."
The young bar-kat stuck out her tongue at her and left a pinkish bottle next to her elbow with bad attitude, with a single sniff she threw the bottle at the immature kat, almost hitting him.
"Ain't that stupid, either!" She growled, furiously flashing her extra sharp fangs at him. "I can recognize Gitronitoperixine when I see it!" The adolescent placed his paws in front of him in sign of defeat before attending another she-kat.
"Hello there, hot stuff…" She heard him say.
"Geez… I made Gnpixie…" she mumbled for herself "How I'm not supposed to recognize it…?" Annoyed, she jumped into the back of the bar, there she started checking the drinks totally ignored by the bar-kat and not for her surprise she found on hell of a stash. "D6t… some mari leaves… a couple xtab… a bunch of Gnpixie…" Exasperated, she closed the drawer "No guess I always get my drink drugged… That's because you always ask for something strong The owner sure was on of Pyro's buddies…"
Finally, finding something she could identify Smirnoff, a classic, she took a tall glass, poured some coke syrup, the vodka and Pernod for last, her version of a Russian playboy.
"Are you the bar-kat?" a hottie asked to her, smiling evilly she nodded and asked for his request. He seemed to doubt of her skills, still. "Is there anybody else?"
"Just tell me the friggin' drink asshole!" she snapped and suddenly understood why bar-kat drugged her drinks, some costumers were really annoying!
"No need to get pms, biatch!" He snapped back. "Look if you can make me some peques-peques with that shit." Intending the vodka.
"Sure I can, mothafucka!" she growled but added more softly "But ain't got pineapple."
"Oh..." The arrogant kat seemed to calm down, not that he left his superior tone "What can you give me then?"
Taking the mixer and adding white rum, vodka, sugar, lemon juice and milk she assorted beautifully before pouring the silver coin in a tall glass in front of the big headed tom-kat. She stuck her tongue at him in the same fashion the bar-kat previous to her had done, and walked away with her own glass, smiling at the fact that in a couple of sips he would feel a little lighter thanks to the fact that she 'accidentally mistook' rum by the pinkish bottle she had received.
Humming happily while sipping her drink, she moved rhythmically with the beat next to a small table, watching from afar the haughty tom-kat's reaction after a few gulps. Just like she expected, he gave a battle cry and went on the go, dancing like a rave maniac. With a joyous laugh she walked over the bar, but half away her goal she had felt something missing. Checking her empty paws, she remembered her forgotten drink on the small table she had been next to.
Hitting herself on the forehead in a sign of reproach, she walked back with all her cool, eyes on the delicious liquor. She reached out for it, but when her paw touched the glass, a light brown furred paw with fingerless glove and sharp claws was placed over hers.
"Why do you always have to run?" a voice so familiar that she could mistake with hers quietly scolded. With a tingle of déjà vu she hesitated, afraid, maybe of facing her guest.
The curiosity killing her, she looked up with a nervous smile only to face a pair of twinkling amber eyes that looked back with interest. Cursing her girly-in-deep heart, she looked away with a faint blush in her cheeks. Her heart pounded loudly in her ears as she tried to retrieve her paw from his grasp, not that he left her.
"Are you going to arrest me...?" She asked mischievously, but not daring to look up, only to find that he cupped her chin with his other paw and gently forced her to gaze him as he closed the gap between them. The moment their eyes met, a connection was made, the spell was cast and the charm became unbreakable. "Guess you won't…" She whispered before melting into his caramel lips, clutching on his shirt for dear life, with a sweet tooth hunger that could make a cavity cry from happiness.
People around them sure looked dumbfounded. Some youngsters were enjoying the view while others censured the whole commotion.
After pulling away, she casually wiped her mouth and started moving her hips, side to side along with the music. Mysteriously, she started moving away, flirty playing with his shirt before the two blended with the crowd of kats living it up.
"So what are you going to do then…? Now that you have found me…?" She whispered in his ear as she played with his black bandana. Changing to the other ear, she playfully bit it. "Ignore your responsibilities, Razor…?"
"Bingo…" Was all he could manage before kissing her again.
