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Dealanach fumed silently as he stalked behind the abrasive German Shepherd.
"I could literally do this alone, ye know," he growled.
"Oh, I'm sure that's why you're making such a racket," she snapped, turning to glance down at the otter's heavy boots.
"Racket? You're the one who brought a fuckin' shotgun."
Her only answer to that was to roll her eyes beneath her mask and turn back to the corner. "We're almost there."
She stopped, and then turned back to face him, her eyes glaring.
"One more thing..."
~
Duncan cricked his neck, easing against the bar. Most bars wouldn't serve a 19 year old, but this was different - Cuffs and Collars was a private establishment, after all. Mistress Dora, after a personal chat, had made it clear that as long as he behaved and paid his tab, Duncan could hang out as much as he liked. By now, he'd got so used to the endless propositions from staff and guests alike that he almost looked forward to it.
"Scotch, please. I'm done for the evening."
Andrea leaned against the bar next to him, still wearing her security shirt over her athletic frame. It had been two days since the mission.
Duncan had to admit it, he liked Andrea. But he also knew, even at his age, how to read signals. He more than half-suspected that the secret vigilante never intended to love again. Sipping his beer, Duncan found himself thinking on how similar grief had led him down a very different path.
Spontaneously, he raised his bottle. "Would ye drink tae peace, at least? One bastard tae another?"
Andrea glared at him. Then, slowly, she raised her tumbler. The corner of her mouth twitched. "To peace. One bastard to another."
~
Fun little idea I had after chatting with
GrimMeadow over what would happen if Dealanach ever met Bloodhound. 
Dora_Schutzhund's idea of a nightclub has taken hold so well in my mind that I though it would make the perfect setting.
All characters belong to their respective owners.
"I could literally do this alone, ye know," he growled.
"Oh, I'm sure that's why you're making such a racket," she snapped, turning to glance down at the otter's heavy boots.
"Racket? You're the one who brought a fuckin' shotgun."
Her only answer to that was to roll her eyes beneath her mask and turn back to the corner. "We're almost there."
She stopped, and then turned back to face him, her eyes glaring.
"One more thing..."
~
Duncan cricked his neck, easing against the bar. Most bars wouldn't serve a 19 year old, but this was different - Cuffs and Collars was a private establishment, after all. Mistress Dora, after a personal chat, had made it clear that as long as he behaved and paid his tab, Duncan could hang out as much as he liked. By now, he'd got so used to the endless propositions from staff and guests alike that he almost looked forward to it.
"Scotch, please. I'm done for the evening."
Andrea leaned against the bar next to him, still wearing her security shirt over her athletic frame. It had been two days since the mission.
Duncan had to admit it, he liked Andrea. But he also knew, even at his age, how to read signals. He more than half-suspected that the secret vigilante never intended to love again. Sipping his beer, Duncan found himself thinking on how similar grief had led him down a very different path.
Spontaneously, he raised his bottle. "Would ye drink tae peace, at least? One bastard tae another?"
Andrea glared at him. Then, slowly, she raised her tumbler. The corner of her mouth twitched. "To peace. One bastard to another."
~
Fun little idea I had after chatting with
GrimMeadow over what would happen if Dealanach ever met Bloodhound. 
Dora_Schutzhund's idea of a nightclub has taken hold so well in my mind that I though it would make the perfect setting.All characters belong to their respective owners.
Category All / All
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Size 1531 x 2406px
File Size 2.09 MB
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