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Oooookayyy...

I was laughing, broadly and cat-like and hissingly at Mason's quip, making sure to sound as outrageous as possible. In the back of my mind, I wondered on the strange state of the world, where my straight co-workers got more man-on-man fun than I did, and I was the one who actively sought after butt-related fun...sort of.

As proven by the fact that I was going to have a man date in...uhh..let's see...13:40...so that'd make...five hours and twenty minutes more of me going slowly stir crazy at the fact that I wasn't yet having a date with a certain canine of Doberman persuasion, who liked collared shirts and ice hockey and procedural dramas.

"...seriously...," I heard Mason's voice breach the haze of datelessness, and my eyes popped to his direction, meeting the wolf's slight frown, while I still simply smiled.

I took a jaw-cracking yawn and flicked my tail heavily and smirked.

"Well, sounds like you had an interesting night..." I tried to sound nonchalant about it.

"Yeah, it was, we ended up pretty wasted," Mason spoken in that grinning way that was characteristic of frat boys who had gotten up to some fun that their parents would have been sure to disapprove if they knew about it, but what else was there to tell youngsters apart from their elders.

"Well, I bet you did, with free drinks and all...," I couldn't remember anyone buying me more than two drinks at a bar where guys could buy drinks to a nice-looking, beret-wearing gay chic lion in search of true man to man loving.

Ugh...was I being envious to Mason?

I snuffled quickly and scratched my throat and flicked my ears, trying to shake off the odd thought of actually being envious of the wolf and him getting wasted in a gay bar thanks to the courtesies of a shirtless hunk of a lynx showing himself off and luring in hapless ogling furs wanting to tap that spotted rump that was most certainly off limits. I felt an almost incessant need to ask Mason whether that Haakon cat had been groped a lot, but that would've probably been a little bit too much coming from good old asexual Rory Gliese, the happyhappy loser lion who worked with the frat wolf to pay his rent.

"Yeah...," Mason rubbed his head behind a pointy ear and I seriously wondered again whether last night's drinks were still hammering themselves against his temporal lobes.

"Gotta say that your friend has an interesting technique for having a good time," I stretched my luck a little bit more, because honestly, I was being awfully curious about how the frat boys' adventure had gone on and whether they'd been swamped by overtly friendly clientele at the infamous night club.

"That's what Anna and Rachel said too," Mason shrugged, "they were kinda envious I guess..."

"Envious?" my pretty, round ears flicked.

"Yeah, with Haakon stealing all the attention...they even wondered whether they could get free drinks by starting to make out," the wolf smirked, and I was pretty sure that Mason wouldn't have minded seeing such a spectacle happening.

My cheekiness got the best of me, though, and I was already speaking before I could bite it down.

"Well, maybe it would've been a bit of a wrong place for that kind of action," I said and winked.

For those interested, The Thighmaster is exactly the place for stuff like that, but I'd suggest not to go there during the Tribadism night, it can get pretty rough for dudes, but you stand warned. Alternatively, if you want to catch dudes, try any nightclub. I'd imagine. I dunno. Maybe Mason knows.

The wolf squirmed a bit in his seat before he spoke again, his tail swishing.

"Yeah, probably it would've been a lost cause in that place...," he agreed, finally, rubbing his chin now. "It wasn't too bad, though, I mean...just a club...just not too many chicks there..."

"Hah, guess every night in that club's a guys' night out?" I hoped that making oblique jokes about a gay bar was a really straight way of dealing with such a place and such a thing.

I hoped.

Mason's ears flopped momentarily.

"Yeah, guess so...some dudes were dressed up a bit weird, but it was okay...nobody tried to hit on me or anything...," his whiskers bristled a little at the idea of man-hits on him.

I couldn't help but smile and suspect that being provided drinks by a certain hunky kind of a foreign studmuffin was more than enough to give a certain hitting-on-reducing impression on the patrons of the Ramrod, but I suspected that Mason might not want to hear that spoken aloud.

Thus, there was Rory smiling and taking his coffee and chuckling a little bit more, and flicking his tail, and generally obviously thinking that Mason's outrageous experience was great fun. The wolf himself didn't seem too badly off, except for what I suspected to be a lingering hangover, but I supposed he knew the price one had to pay for that kind of fun.

"How did the girls like the place?" I asked, trying to steer the conversation away from the more gay aspects of the fact that they had spent the night at a gay bar.

"They loved it, of course," Mason shrugged, frowning a bit.

"Oh?" I knew I shouldn't have been that curious.

"Dudes in tight pants and shirts and sometimes no shirts at all and dancing and grinding and...uhh...making out...sure the girls liked watching that sorta thing," the wolf spoke quickly, to get past the really interesting bits as a fast as possible.

I bet Haakon would've caused a riot if he had chosen to shake his butt a bit on the dance floor, or maybe make out with someone. I bet his Norwegian tongue could bend into interesting shapes inside his muzzle.

"So lots of eye candy for the girls, and no danger of being hit on...must've been fun for them," I suggested, thinking that it was likely the most probable reason why the girls had dragged the boys out to the Ramrod in the first place...with the additional bonus of riling them up, heheh.

"Yeah, I guess...," Mason mused, nodding his head with visible carefulness in avoiding sudden movements.

Poor boy, I smiled behind my coffee mug and let the soothing aroma fill my nose and make me feel a bit less of a date addict, now that I was shooting up caffeine into my system.

And yeah...just thought about the date. Damn!!!!

"So!" I was quick to speak again, leaning forward on the couch for emphasis on my sudden outburst of energy. "Were you out late, you guys?"

"Yeah, we left the club around two," Mason's ears were flat as he detailed the early hour of their departure. "Kinda bit too late...."

"Well you made it to work," I grinned.

"All thanks for the afternoon shift," the wolf snorted.

"Too true," I chuckled, rumbling a little with amusement.

"Yeah, Haakon and I could sleep in...he didn't have any lectures in the morning, lucky man," the wolf mused, "though he was a bit wasted too, heh...he was still sleeping when I left here."

"The joys of college life," I waved a paw as if I was waxing poetic about the misery of a hangover after binge drinking.

"Yeah, had to drag him over to my place because I didn't want him go on a cab on his own," the wolf spoke, "dunno if his roomies would've taken care of him properly, so I took him in."

I smiled at the wolf's responsible outburst, glad that Mason was a good kid, in his own way.

"He's lucky to have a responsible friend like you," I smiled, feeling almost fatherly, which was almost a kinky thought, in a way, but I hoped that the Rory smile made it into a nice sentiment for the young wolf.

"Nah, didn't take much, just put him in bed, he would've done the same for me...," the wolf seemed a bit uneasy for a little moment, "though...I guess he's done the same for me too...uh...yeah, right...he has...."

"Hahah," I chuckled loudly at Mason's 'ugh' face.

"Yeah," he scratched his muzzle, "must've been...yeah, the party a few months back...we got a bit of tequila at that bar and then some vodka at Haakon's place and the next thing I remember is waking up in his bed...yeah, must've been that...can't remember what party it was..."

"You sure keep active on the party field," I mused, wondering how Mason ever got any studying done if he spent every weekend sleeping a hangover off in some dude's bed.

"Not really...it's not like this place pays me enough to keep partying all the time or anything," Mason went on the defensive, briefly, but didn't sound pissed off, so I let it be.

"Well, now you know how to get free drinks...," I snickered.

"Ugh, I think I'll pass any clubs for a little while now," the wolf's frowny face confirmed my earlier hangover suspicions, and I felt an urgent need to hand him over plenty of aspirin and fluids and hope he would not hurtle.

"Good man," I smirked, not to the wolf's great amusement, because he slumped back down on his chair, clutching to his coffee mug.

I shook my head quickly, scratched an ear and went back to drinking on my own coffee, deciding that messing around with Mason was fun only to a degree. I didn't want to poke fun at him, after all, he was a nice guy, not deserving to be poked at by a lion who was having too much free time in his paws while trying to keep busy and not think about the imminent existence of a date in the near future.

Ack... date thoughts!!

Well, oh well...maybe I could spend a little bit thinking about the date, anyway, now that I didn't have anything better to do after conversation with Mason died. There was only so much to think, though, I realized as I reclined on the old couch and wondered on whether I had done everything I could to make sure that everything would run smoothly. Yes, I was sure I had cash to pay for anything I would need, since we had agreed that we would pay for our own share in anything that involved money. I knew exactly where I had to be at seven pm, and I had checked the bus schedules three times to be absolutely sure that I would make it back home from work and then back to town at exactly the right moment, with enough time to spare, plus fifteen minutes for emergencies. I had Victor's phone number in my phone so that we could text or phone in case something strange turned out and the date had to be called off, although that seemed like a contingency barely possible, considering we had done everything that could be possible to make sure that we would have our schedules free for this Friday the thirteenth.

I had rummaged through my boxes of clothing to find the nicest things possible to wear, and even took out my clothes iron to smooth out every wrinkles that might have accumulated over time of disuse. I had nice shoes and a nice shirt and nice pants, and even a belt that was nice and not suspicious in any way, and I had even sampled two of my old cologne bottles before deciding that going au naturel was still the best way to go on a date. I agreed that sitting naked on my couch and sniffing on my armpits to make sure I smelled nice and then rubbing my balls to catch their scent too and sampling that too was probably a little bit narcissistic. I was really pretty sure that Victor preferred it too, and I sure as hell didn't think that Victor wore any cologne, nor needed any, since someone as big and musky as that particular Dobie certainly didn't need anything to mask his natural scent. In fact, It was probably one of his best selling assets, in addition to his broad shoulders, nice smile, cute glasses and his rump that was made to be felt and bumped against by eager hips...if wanted.

Now, that sheath-swelling thought gave me another idea, of course, which was...yeah...you know...just how fun our date might end up. We hadn't really talked about that, besides the cutely clumsy flirting over Facebook, and of course us laughing one night over Victor's Lion King porn... but there wasn't really any talk about the possibility of having an encore of our night of butt-tastic passion following our Ramrod visit. Sure, I don't suppose it wasn't out of the question, but on the other paw, this was supposed to be a date, not just a...well...second night stand? I didn't suppose that was a real term...well, for whatever it could be called, it wasn't still something I had in mind, anyway. Maybe something might happen, and I don't think I wouldn't mind if something would happen, but it also depended on Victor, and how we'd hit off now that we weren't just two random furs meeting in a bar and proceeding to screw each other's brains out. I mean, we knew each other a bit now, having talked to each other over a few nights on Facebook, but it was hardly anything quite like us actually being friends or long-time acquaintances...but at least it was something, not just...nothing.

I sipped my coffee and fought off an urge to scratch my sheath and wondered whether Victor was having this bad time in advance of the really good times ahead of him...ahead of us, I hoped.

A thankful distraction came in the shape of a cougar, her tail looping about in synch to the bounce of her bosom leading her way down the stairs while Marge made her purring, swaying way towards the coffee corner, obviously intent on having a good cup of coffee after her long shift so far.

"Hey, boys," Marge rumbled, her tail playing a cattle whip behind her backside while she flowed towards us at a leisurely pace.

"Hello, sweet," I greeted her, no matter that we had last seen ten minutes ago, or so.

"Hey Mason," Marge repeated, giving a curious look at the wolf who hadn't answered yet.

"Mason here's gotten a nice night out last night," I smiled, giving an ear flick.

The wolf snuffled quietly, much to Marge's amusement, who chuckled.

"Judging by those ears, I'm not surprised," she rummaged through the cabinet for a mug that wasn't her favorite currently stolen by a Rory. "You had fun, Mason?"

"Yep," the wolf waved a quick paw in the direction of the cougar to indicate that he wasn't open for further questions.

"Goggy's gonna take me out tonight," Marge purred, her tail swaying in a wide swoop while she measured hot water and coffee into her newly acquired mug, "it's going to be faaaabulous."

"Oh?" damn curiosity and its association with cats.

"Ohh yes, we're eating out," she was stirring her mug as she walked over and sat next to me, making herself comfortable. "And it's not at that greasy diner he works in, but a really nice place...he promised."

"Sounds good," I smiled in my date-enthusiastic way.

Marge purred and flicked her ears while smiling broadly.

"Ohh yesssss.....well be sipping fine and eating nice and then we'll walk out in the cool air and keep each other warm if it gets too cold...and then we'll get home and wrap each other in blankets and paws will wander..."

Marge's purrs only increased in resonance and intensity while she detailed her dream date out with her boyfriend, and I wondered whether the leopard was really up to providing such an experience for the amorous cougar. She sure did sound like the expectations were high.

On the other paw, just how could I diss her for having high expectations over something she was looking forward to so much...something that was already going to happen not only tomorrow, but today, and it was going to happen today, and it was going to...

And I was practically freaking out, it seemed, I decided, and sipped my coffee, quickly, and hoped that I didn't seem too much out of this world, while Marge batted my leg with her tail.

"So! So!" she snuffled. "What do you think, muffin?"

I returned the tail bat, my ears flicking with amusement.

"It sounds like a nice evening out," I agreed with lots of nodding.

Marge rumbled.

"It's not the evening I'm looking forward to but the night," she winked.

And well...just who DIDN'T look forward to the night?

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