The Runt, Part 9.
#10 of The Runt.
The Runt.
Chapter 9.
By: Wolfie Steel.
It is now four months since Mason and I had taken over the ownership and running of Finch's bar, now called The Fast Lane, the bar is still a thriving hot spot, but all is not well on the staff front, Jeff, my brother, had an argument with a regular customer, I got mad and he walked out, I haven't seen him since.
So now there is a sign on the door advertising the fact that we need a new head bartender, until a new hopeful walks through the door, I am the one tending bar.
Friday morning, the bar is closed and I'm doing the books with Dillon, keeping this guy on has turned out to be a real winner, he is a hit with both the females and males, it seems that he knows it too, as the clothing he wears has been getting skimpier, I swear that sooner or later he will be completely naked. There is a knock at the door so I go to answer it; standing in front of me is a young female wolf, no more than 5 foot 5 inches tall, with purple and white fur.
"Please sir, I have come in answer to your advertisement for the job as head bartender"
I look at the short female and then suddenly burst out laughing; I gradually get hold of my senses and make my reply.
"My dear, the clientele that we get in this place would rip you apart in thirty seconds flat, I need someone that can not only serve drinks but can look after themselves too"
The female wolf looks at me with a huge smirk on her muzzle and then makes her reply.
"You see a short, weird looking female wolf, and you automatically assume that I can't look after myself, I belong to a pack with five huge brothers, and each one of them know not to mess with me, go ahead, try something, let me prove to you that I can handle myself"
Like a fool I take up the challenge, I raise a paw to her cheek, but before my paw even touches her fur, she has my paw in a vice like grip, and then she brings her right footpaw up and kicks me where a wolf shouldn't be kicked, needless to say, I went down like a lead weight, in excruciating pain. Dillon has heard the commotion and is now standing behind me looking at the female wolf, and then speaks.
"Girl, you are hired"
I eventually manage to stand on my footpaws again and stand aside to let the lady in, whilst Dillon takes the wolf to the table where we are working, I go to the bar to fix myself a medicinal whiskey.
After my drink, I join them back at the table and begin the job interview.
"So, do you have a name to go with that lethal right footpaw?"
The female looks at me and blushes.
"Sorry about that, I didn't mean to kick you that hard, my name is Lola Zale, and as you can see I can handle myself pretty well, and I have had quite a bit of experience when it comes to tending a bar, there are not many cocktails that I can't deliver, I even have my own speciality called the Lola Bola, because two of those babies and you are out of it"
It is now Dillon's turn to get hit by Lola.
"Ok Miss Zale, I can take almost any drink known to man or fur, so impress me"
Lola walked behind the bar and then fixed the drink whilst keeping her back to us, thus shielding us from seeing what she is mixing. Two minutes later she comes back to the table with a wine glass filled with a slightly murky drink and hands it to Dillon; he takes the glass and swallows the contents.
"Mmmmm, I detect whiskey, and I have no doubt that vodka has made it in there too, but there is nothing that has affected me yet, do me another one"
With that, Lola heads back to the bar and fills the glass again, she then returns and hands the glass back to Dillon, again Dillon consumes the contents, he then places the glass on the table and falls out of his seat and hits the floor, he is out cold.
What happened next shocked me, Lola, all 5 foot 5 inches of her, lifted Dillon off the floor and carried him to one of the bench seats where she then laid him down.
"He'll be out for a couple of hours, and when he comes to he will have a diamond splitter headache so he will need some pain killers, he will also be out of action for serving tonight, so I will take his shift"
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Two hours later and a bleary-eyed Dalmatian makes his way into the bars back room, where I am sitting, waiting for him with the painkillers and a glass of water in my paws.
"Don't tell me, you have a diamond splitter headache and you need pain killers, how close am I to the truth?"
"Sonny, if only you knew how bad I feel right now, you would just hand the pain killers to me, oh and by the way, I don't think I can take tonight's shift"
I look at the Dalmatian and smile, I then hand him the pills and glass of water and then I speak again.
"Don't worry Dillon, Lola has already said that she will cover your shift tonight, but now you and I both know how it feels to challenge that seemingly helpless wolf, and we know to never challenge her again. Now, for tonight, use the room upstairs to sleep it off, and I will check on you in the morning"
With that Dillon headed for the stairs that led to the upstairs room where the staff stays from time to time if they stay late, to sleep off his Lola Bola.
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Midday and the lunchtime session begins, the first patron to enter the bar is none other than Mason, I now see the chance of a little payback for when Lola kicked me in the nuts, so I let her serve my mate knowing that as yet she has to meet him.
I watch as she flirts with Mason, and unseen by Lola I wink at Mason, to let him know that he has to play along. For ten minutes I watch the display that she puts on for him, all the while I am snickering as each attempt that Lola makes on Mason is knocked back. Finally, I decide that it is time to put Lola out of her misery.
"Lola, I have been watching you flirting with that Rottweiler for the last ten minutes, and I notice that you aren't getting anywhere with him, there is a real good reason for that you see he is gay, not only that but he is mated.........to me, Lola I would like you to meet my mate and co-owner of the Fast Lane, Mason Lane, payback is a bitch ain't it Lola?"
The blush on Lola's muzzle is enough to stop traffic on the busiest street, but she regains her composure to speak.
"Mr. Lane, my apologies, my name is Lola Zale and I was employed here as head bartender for all of four hours, right up until I flirted with one of the bosses, I will complete the lunchtime shift, then I will collect my coat and be on my way"
I let out a low giggle as I make my reply.
"Lola, I have had my revenge on you for kicking me where it hurts, you have proven that you have got what it takes to become the head bartender here at the Fast Lane, with that in mind, I would like to offer you the position on a more.....permanent basis, welcome to the Fast Lane"
Just as I finish welcoming Lola, Dillon made his entrance, still looking a little worse for wear but nevertheless, he was now on his footpaws.
"Boss, we are going to be pretty busy tonight and you have been on your footpaws and away from Mason for long enough, go home with Mason and have a quiet night in, Lola and I will cope with the night shift"
I nod my head and as I head out from behind the bar, I do something that I have been wanting to do since taking over the bar, I gave Dillon's butt a gentle slap, then I made a run for it fearing that he would come after me and hit me, when it didn't happen, it started me wondering if Dillon was gay.
I leave the bar paw in paw with my beloved Mason. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day for me, Mason, Dillon and Lola, as we have decided to create a band to entertain the public, and maybe increase the already phenomenal sales, after all, this bar is very much an investment for Mason and me for when we decide to finally retire.
We have to come up with a suitable name for the band, then we have to organise auditions for prospective band members, though it seems as though I already have a guitarist in the form of Ryan Lewis.
On our way home I talk with Mason about the plans for the bar, but I see that his thoughts are somewhere else.
"Mason, what are you thinking about?"
Mason looks at me and replies.
"Dillon is gay, that much is obvious, I want to screw him so badly, and don't pretend that you don't want to screw him, because I saw the look on your face when you smacked his butt earlier, maybe after we close tomorrow and Lola has gone home, we could keep Dillon behind and see how far we can take him, and don't worry sweetheart, the fact that you want to jump his bones doesn't mean that you are being disloyal to me, because I want to jump him just as much as you"
I say no words in reply; I just lean across and give him a kiss on his muzzle.
We arrive home at around midnight, and because of the big day tomorrow, we both decide to head to bed. Tomorrow we hopefully make a new lover.