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Standing outside a pair of heavy metal doors, Toby gawked at the flashing sign above. A neon parrot wearing a grey striped vest hovered over the name Flapper's; both the light and its frequent flashes practically illuminating the entire block. Such brightness may have woken those not used to such a presence in their sleep, but the growing fog of a city evening provided decent protection.

Cocking a brow, the labrador looked down at the crumpled paper in his paw. Illegible to most, he could make out the chicken scratch that was his penmanship. "Well, this is the address. And the name..." He gave his ear a scratch. Of all the places to try and find some fun, how could he do it at a place with such a weird name?

After striking out at nearly every other bar he tried, desperate times called for desperate measures. Flapper's was one of his last hopes. A promising hope, though, as the ratings were fairly high. Taking another look at the paper he scanned over the only instructions his research on the bar brought him:

• Order a cocktail!
• Have fun!

With a small sigh of uncertainty Toby opened the doors and stepped inside. The soft, melodic strikes of piano keys first hit Toby's keen ears; it was a far quieter chime than the honking horns and chorus of bustling city-goers he'd come to know and loathe. Such calm drew him further inside. And the smell! Wood - genuine mahogany.

Hosting a few dozen pristine bar stools, a dark lacquered bar table came into view as the labrador headed through the entryway. Beyond a few white-clothed tables - each with a set of burning candles and a bottle of Chardonnay - sat a raised stage. A lone piano and its player caught his attention.

Toby's ears perked, his head canting to one side. A bear. A blue and white polar bear plucking away at the keys with a grace he wasn't aware bears could possess. Despite the bear being the only musician present, the piano alone lulled away his doubt and concern.

"How can I help ya, bud?"

Toby turned, ceasing the involuntary wagging of his tail. At the bar stood a doberman, lean and muscular underneath his apron - a familiar crazy parrot and name adorning the front. While his attention was focused on his new customer, his paws worked at rag-drying a mug.

"Oh, sorry, I was just -"

"First time, huh? Yeah, seen it a lot. Won't be the last time, neither."

Casting a glance back at the pianist Toby's eyes lingered for a while longer. "It's so... calm. I haven't heard anything like it in a long time."

The doberman chuckled, setting the mug down and putting his paws on the counter. "Places like this used to be everywhere back in the day. Times change, though. We're one of the last ones." He shrugged before straightening up. "So! What can I start ya off with? Ya look like a rum kinda guy. Maybe a pina colada?"

"Actually, could I start with a draft? Something mild?" Toby took a seat at the nearest barstool and turned back to the music. He noticed then that every table and stool in the lounge sat empty aside from his own.

Setting his elbows back on the bar he found himself swaying to and fro, the steady flow of a bygone sound all around him. He sighed in content, and for a while listened to the sonorous tones and watched the performance that seemed for his eyes alone.

"Here ya go, bud." The clink of a glass made Toby turn back around. He nodded in thanks, his long hair falling over his eyes momentarily. "Thank you, uh..." He trailed off as he squinted to read the bartender's name tag. "...Donald."

"Ech, that's just for formalities. Call me Don."

Toby gave another meek nod before bringing the beer to his lips. As the icy drink passed over his tongue he let out a soft sigh of satisfaction. He knew the brand - hadn't found any for purchase in quite some time. At least somebody still carried it.

"Say, I couldn't help but notice ya had your eyes on the piano guy. Oh, don't gimme that look - ya can't fool me." Don smirked. A mischievous claw traced a meaningless pattern across the counter as the doberman leaned over the solid wood. "Don't worry, a bartender's the last person ta judge ya. But if you're lookin' for a little, ya know, 'help', I've got your back."

Ears perked, tail wagging in enquiry, Toby cracked a small smile. "Really? I mean, I was just going to try and talk to him when he was done playing-"

Don shook his head. "Nah, that's not how ya do it here. Maybe at those other sleazy bars and clubs... but here we've got class." Reaching into his apron pocket he pulled out a small laminated card and slid it over.

Scanning over the text, Toby's tail wagged even faster. "Oh... Well, that's an interesting way of doing it."

"Hey, ya wanna catch his tail, doncha? Or him catch yours, maybe..." Don's growing smirk faded when Toby shot him a glare. "Either way, ya don't just talk ta them. That right there's how ya do it."

Drinks. On the card was a list of specialty cocktails where the labels were followed by a different specie; predictably, polar bear was next to something called The Ice Cap. Hot crimson rose in Toby's cheeks as the meaning behind his notes on that crumpled paper became all too apparent. After taking a brief look down he thanked his lucky stars that he was alone. And yet peace, as usual, was fleeting. The bear, finishing his composition, had sat on the stool next to his own.

"Evening, Don. You're still here?"

"Can't exactly close up shop when we still have a guest now, can I?"

The polar bear looked over, a grin turning up the corners of his mouth. "A new one, huh? Well, welcome to Flapper's. Hope this fleabag here hasn't served you anything too bad."

As the newcomer and Don broke into a bout of insulting banter with one another Toby got a much better look at the bear. He wore black suede pants and a jacket to match, though it did little to hide his frame. Certainly, this polar bear was on the hefter side of things... though his body found ways to proportion everything properly. More to appreciate, as Toby had heard said somewhere before.

"I'm Vincent, but like fleabag over there the name's just for formalities. Call me Vinny." He extended his paw, though the look he received from the pup made him cock a brow. "You doing okay? I knew Don couldn't be trusted behind the counter."

"Ah, come off it, twinkle-toes. It's not like you drink my cocktails, right? I suppose I needn't take your orders anymore."

Vinny held up his paws in feigned defeat."You've got me." A chuckle. "Go ahead and set me up with a house margarita - salt and sugar on the rim, if you don't mind." Leaning on the counter Vinny glanced between the lab and his mostly-finished beer. "And were you looking at anything fancy, newbie?"

Before Toby could say anything in reply, Don chimed in. "Think he was looking to have himself The Ice Cap."

Vinny's brow rose. "Is that so?" His eyes lingered on Toby longer than before, making sure to take his sweet time mentally tracing the lab's form. A devilish smirk curled his lips, nearly crossing his entire muzzle.

Toby opened his mouth but no words came. His heart rose into his throat, blocking any attempt at denial... but then again, did he really want to deny an opportunity like this?. Briefly locking eyes with Vinny he knew exactly what he wanted. All that remained was the final push to set things in motion.

"Yeah. I'd love one."

As Don turned to fix the drink, Vinny tapped the bar firmly. "Make that two. After all, a drink like this isn't as fun to have alone, is it?" Given the bear's inflection and prying gaze, Toby saw the words more as a statement than a question.

In the time it took for the drinks to be prepared, both Toby and Vinny remained silent. No words were needed - their bodies did all the talking. The bear's eyes ventured to the lab's tail, followed it's curvature to the rump, then went back up to the lab's face.

Toby might have had second thoughts had the implications of Vinny's admiration not excited him so. Those piercing eyes feasted on him, undressed him, ravaged him. He swallowed, brushed the hair from his eyes, and offered a small smile; it was all he could do aside from vocalizing his own mounting desire.

Moments later a glass with a top and bottom layer of blue liqueur and a single large ice cube sat in front of Toby, snapping him from his stupor. He wasn't sure what he had expected, but the look of the drink certainly fit the name. Vinny's firm yet gentle paw took hold of his shoulder before he could bring the drink to his lips.

Don spoke up "Drink and enjoy! I gotta head back and close up shop. Holler if ya need anything."

Receiving a nod of acknowledgement from Vinny, Don headed off through the double doors behind the bar.

As soon as Don left Vinny's paw slid to Toby's upper back, venturous digits working into the lab's muscles. "So you wanted to spend a bit of quality time with little ol' me, huh? Well, I'm always willing to provide, so you came to the right bear." Having reached the base of Toby's tail, he gave it a light squeeze. "What's your name, doll?"

"Toby... it's Toby." The unfamiliar gesture caused his tail to wag sporadically, much to his embarrassment. He closed his eyes, teeth clenched to suppress a needy whine.

"Suits you well. Has a ring to it." Much to Toby's surprise - and pleasure - Vinny's other paw crept across his thigh to the growing bulge in his pants. "And it looks like this is ringing something for, hm?" [Note: confusing line] No answer. The bear leaned in, brushing his lips against the pup's ear. "Well? Is it?"

"Y-yeah..." Toby could only utter a faint, breathy whisper. Was this actually happening? The confident, powerful paws of another male taking hold of him in such a way where anyone could see thrilled the dog. Such a wonderful, terrifying flutter in his stomach!

Vinny grinned. "Good. Before we go any further you really should try the drink. I couldn't recommend it higher."

Further? Toby thought. His shaking paw brought the drink to his lips. The unmistakable tang of citrus registered first, followed by a punch from the clear part of the drink he hadn't expected; it was strong, but not unpleasantly so. He licked his lips, but they opened soon after in a sharp yip when Vinny gave his rump a firm tap.

"Sh-should we be doing this here? Don could be -"

"Ah, he won't be back for a while. He's not exactly the speedy type," Vinny murmured. He gave Toby's ear a quick nip before peppering kisses across his cheek and down his neck; his breath, tantalizingly warm. "Just tell me what you're looking for, hun, and it's yours."

Toby couldn't help but cock a brow. Such a big, commanding figure asking him what he wanted? How could he say no? "Maybe you could help me with... this?" He gestured towards his aching tool, still uncomfortably restrained. "Please?"

Vinny nodded and unbuttoned Toby's pants, exposing his red, pulsing doghood to the cool air of the room. He seemed impressed that the lab had been wearing no underwear.

"Commando? I admire your bravery. And your eagerness." After a swig from his drink he rested his head on Toby's lap, his burly body no longer visible above the bar top overhang.

As Vinny's warm breath settled across Toby's pulsing rod, a shudder convulsed the dog's form. Given his newfound leverage the bear's tongue began to drag across the dog's knot in tantalizing motions, eliciting spurts of precum for his efforts, one of which landed squarely on the bar table.

"Don't want a mess now do we?" Before another shot of precum could stain the wood Vinny took Toby's girth into his maw with a rumbling moan.

A shallow breath passed through Toby's clenched teeth. He took a long, burning gulp from his drink before resting his head against the counter. Vinny's enthusiasm to the task did not keep him as quiet as Toby would have liked. Even if Don wouldn't be back for a time he didn't want to take any unnecessary risks. Ironic, he thought, considering his situation.

"Holy crap," Toby uttered between pants, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. "You've done this before, haven't you?" He was answered by a teasing tongue against his sensitive tip, causing him to yip. Both his involuntary reaction and Vinny's resulting chuckle brought more crimson to his cheeks.

"What can I say? I aim to please." Vinny licked his lips hungrily before returning to his work.

Toby brought his hips forward, resisting every urge, every instinct to hump away like a feral. What began as the most subtle of movements soon progressed to a far-more-noticable rhythm. As most of his cock was taken, he found himself thrusting forward to force every possible inch of it into Vinny's mouth.

The haze thickened, fueled both by alcohol and the influence of Toby's lust over his actions. Faster, louder, came his leaps toward release. His cock gushed surges of precum into Vinny's waiting maw, which were swallowed just as quickly. The unmistakable peak drew closer, coaxing the lab to surrender to his primal need: cum. He tilted his head back, a howl of unrequited bliss already prepared.

"So how're the drinks?"

As Don burst through the bar doors Toby's blood ran cold, heart coming to a standstill. In the same instance, hot torrents of cum spurted into the maw around his cock. The howl in his throat dissipated; his facial twitches and shudders of ecstasy could not be hidden so easily. "Ye-yeah... hoo, boy. That's a good one. Yep." He knew Don didn't buy it, but a sliver of hope remained that he wouldn't know what just occurred.

"Not exactly the reaction I tend ta get, but good as any, I guess. Say, ya don't happen ta know where Vinny went, do ya?" Don's eyes narrowed, staring Toby down as though he'd seen the lab steal a bite of his favorite dessert.

Toby swallowed hard, a bead of sweat trickling down his brow. "He, uh... went to the restroom?" The lab dawned the most convincing grin he could in the moment.

Looking between Vinny's half-finished cocktail and Toby, Don shrugged. "Well, when he gets back, tell him I'm gonna be a bit longer than usual." - he turned away, then just as quickly turned back - "And he'd better move that freakin' piano off the stage for the night before he leaves. You tell him that if he forgets it one more time he won't be drinking on the house for a month!" With that, the doberman turned and left once and for all.

Toby breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes drifted downward until he saw Vinny smirking up at him. "Are you insane? We almost got caught." The throws of his orgasm still lingered, lacing his words with pants for breath.

"Oh, it's 'we' now, is it?" Vinny asked, sitting back up and licking his lips. "Not that I'd mind. You were one pent up of a pup, if I've ever met one. Or tasted, for that matter." After taking a final swig of his drink he laid his arm across Toby's back and leaned in. "Because if it was 'we', I may or may not have an itch to scratch of my own. You don't have to, of course. Just know the offer's on the table."

Whether it was the alcohol or his own judgement, Toby took only a few moments of thought before giving Vinny a peck on the cheek. "I got The Ice Cap, didn't I? I may as well get my money's worth. After all" - his paw trailed down to the sizable bulge in Vinny's pants - "how can I not return the favor, hun?"