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Here is the result of my most recent YCH-raffle, won by 
of their character Rebecca (or Becca for short) dealing with someone who tried to skip out on paying their tabs.
She will be appearing in an upcoming story by. Here is a short preview of the passage where she appears;
As usual, thanks to everyone who entered, and better luck next time if you did not win.
Rebecca belongs to
of their character Rebecca (or Becca for short) dealing with someone who tried to skip out on paying their tabs.She will be appearing in an upcoming story by
. Here is a short preview of the passage where she appears; They had gone from bar patrons to snacks. Dexterous black fingers snatched down into the bowl of mice and pretzels, snatching up a sand-colored mouse adorned in poppy-scent cologne so heavy that a part of Mitch was genuinely grateful the guy was finally being eaten.
The raccoon woman tending the bar dropped the mouse into a tankard and filled it with brandy, reaching down to dunk him under it, washing away the cologne. Raccoons liked to wet their food, something Mitch had heard about a lack of saliva.
The end of her nose crinkled. She sniffed and said, “Hun, I don’t know what you thought it’d get you, but that’s way too much fragrance for us ladies.”
He coughed and spluttered, kicking back to the surface, gripping the edge of the glass, only to lose his hold thanks to the sharp jolt of her lifting him before her lips.
The billboard-sized, black mask set on gray filled his vision, dissonant, brown eyes looking past him. Short crimson hair cropped to neck length framed her face like the flames of an old campfire, the center long burned to dead ash. A V-neck white blouse and black miniskirt covered her gunmetal and black-striped figure, wide in the hips at the bottom though the blouse strained under a considerable bust.
Mitch had recalled flirting with the female bartender once or twice. She had remained aloof and disinterested, looking every way but at him. And perhaps it had been this spurning, in addition to underestimating the cost of several drinks that had prompted him to wait until she was serving another patron before making a dash for walkway that led back to the mouse exit.
He had barely made it ten paces before she caught him, and only after she brought him back behind the bar did he realize he’d never lost her attention, not even for a moment. “You cheapskates are my groceries,” she had explained simply before dropping him into a hidden bowl behind the bar top.
Now she continued her evening as she devoured them, alert eyes scanning for new customers and checking the status of current ones, tallying up refills to be given and passed-out patrons to be evicted—or those who thought they didn’t have to pay.
The edge of the mug touched against her mouth as she licked her lips and sealed them against the rim, her jaws slowly parting. The mouse bobbed up and down in the yellow-brown pool, found his voice, and started begging.
“Wait, wait, I’ll pay! I’ve got other credit cards at home, this one just happened to be maxed, I can pay—.” The rest ended in a squeak of primal fear as she tossed him back in the shot, black nose to the dim lights.
Mitch was reminded of a waterslide, watching the tumbling body through the clear glass rocket with the brandy race through the pursed lips of the raccoon woman, bearing their contents straight to her throat. The extended through pulsed in a hard swallow and she slammed the empty shot glass back down next to the bowl and belched into the back of her hand.
A shudder ran through the snack bowl, the doomed occupants looking to one another with the unsaid question readable in each set of murine eyes: who’s next? As usual, thanks to everyone who entered, and better luck next time if you did not win.
Rebecca belongs to
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Species Raccoon
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