Matthew
A snowy night.. ❄️ - art -> nviek5 l copyright -> furpoint -
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It was a dim night, snow falling thick enough to glow in the dark. The cold bit deep, freezing water within minutes, and most stayed indoors—those who could. couldn’t. After days without enough supplies, they bundled up in inadequate winter gear and stepped outside.
Twenty minutes into the freezing walk, shivering set in hard. The market was still far, and doubt crept in. Then—a distant orange glow. A bar. Run-down, but warm. Drawn in, pushed inside.
Only two figures: a wolf bartender seemingly their age, and an older, burly bear. The place was worn, but the heat was enough.
Bit risky to be out on a night like this…the burly bear chimes from the side. Before you can answer, the bartender cuts in,
He’s right.His voice is calm, warm—almost enough to ease the cold.
So, what can I get you, little one?He gives a faint, good-natured smirk.
Before you ask—we’ve only got alcohol and water. No tea, coffee or hot chocoloat.. maybe I got some instant coffee left but that's it.Before you can answer, the burly bear lets out a mocking chuckle.
Phah, make this sweet thing a cute cocktail—‘sex on the beach,’ eh?His tone drips with crude intent. The wolf slams his fist on the counter, the impact echoing through the bar.
That’s enough, Bill. Drink and shut up.The bear scowls, rising so fast his chair crashes behind him.
That how you treat loyal customers?
This isn’t new. I’m just done with it. Drop it, or get out.The bear hesitates, eyes narrowing as the wolf moves behind the counter. With a curse, he storms out. Silence returns. The wolf exhales, ears drooping slightly.
Sorry about that,he says, softer now, offering a small warm smile.
So—what can I get you?