Synopsis: A little melon. A little ginger. Perhaps a bit of vinegar? Let your senses run free in this dash of spices.

Season 3 - Episode 3:
Jenga loves to have fun. But will it land him and Drez in trouble?

Notes: Did this when my internet was down, so it wasnt uploaded immediately. I've personally never been to a club, so i kept that part short and sweet, and nondescript.

Done in like, an hour, or so.

Story:

Cupidit ac Patienti:
Season 3 - Episode 3: Crystal Clear

YIP!

Drez yanked his tail back, blushing and growling gently at Jenga. The fox might be playful, but sometimes Jen’s playfulness could get…annoying. The wolf gave him his patented puppy-eyes. Drezda couldn’t resist a smile.

Just as soon as the smile was given, Jenga giggled, grabbing Drez’s hand. “Come on!” He started dragging the bemused wolf down the street.

Drez struggled against his grip, and found it oddly strong. So that’s where all those hours at the gym go to…, Drez thought to himself. He stropped struggling with a sigh, resigning himself to whatever the wolf had planned.

He wasn’t expecting what he found.

They ended up in front of a large warehouse, the front of it empty, aside from the door. Jenga dragged him to the door, and opened it. They both winced as the cacophonous wave of music hit them head on. Jenga shrugged it off, gritted his teeth, and charged in.

Soon enough, the two were separated by the masses of writhing, mashing bodies. Jenga blushed as another guy grabbed his hips, grinding up against him. Drezda slapped a girl’s hand away from his ass.

Jenga disentangled himself, only to fall into the arms of a big otter.
The otter grinned down at him. “Oooh, looks like ole’ Billy’s gunna have some fun tonight!” He started to make a grab for Jen’s ass, but the wolf bit his arm. The otter let loose a yelp, making the hand into a fist.

Jen bolted. He saw a side-door, and worked his way to it in the confusion. He practically fell through it into an alley. A couple nearby was in the stages of having a quickie, and didn’t notice him. He panted, leaning against the building. He coughed, then turned to his left, and puked.

He leaned his back against the building, closing his eyes and feeling the throb of music.

The side-door opened again, and he caught his breath. The otter from before caught sight of him, grinning. “Billy’s gunna get you, one way or another, lil’ wolf!” he shouted at Jen.

Jenga froze, eyes wide. The otter grabbed him roughly, and punched him across the face. He felt blood in his mouth, and felt his left eye already swelling. Then the otter punched him square in the gut, causing vomit to come back up his throat. He puked on the big animal in front of him.

He heard him cursing, and felt the front of his shirt get seized roughly. He braced himself for the harsh beating that he knew was coming.

Fssshhh….Thock!

Without anything holding him up, Jenga fell to the ground, knocking his head against the cement. He groaned, sitting up. He caught sight of the otter, and crawled over to him, curious.

An arrow had sprouted from the animal’s neck. Upon further inspection, it seemed to be made of some type of purple crystal. Jenga flicked it lightly, and heard the gentle hum that normally comes from a tuning fork. He scanned the nearby rooftops.

There! On the warehouse roof, was a figure. He couldn’t place it from its silhouette, but it seemed to have a long, thin tail. It looked to have two pointed ears or horns protruding from its head. Whoever it was also had a very wide, athletic build. So most likely male, then, Jenga thought.

It seemed to nod in acknowledgement of him, then leapt to the near rooftop, and vanished from view.

Jenga sat back on his haunches, scooting away to elan against the building. His left eye was starting to close completely, and blood had begun to spill out of his mouth. Just then, the side-door opened. He tensed again, turning away to try and protect himself.

“Jenga! It’s me!” Drez gently grabbed the wolf’s arm. He let out a gasp of horror as Jen turned towards him. “What the fuck happened?”

Jenga nodded at the corpse, his mouth in too much pain to speak.

Drez bit his lip. “We’re getting you home. Now.” His tone was hard and sharp. Jenga didn’t argue.

The fox slung Jenga over his shoulder, jogging quickly down the alley.

But, not before he had taken the arrow from the otter’s neck.