{"sf1_id":199014,"sf2_id":"pnGJZxVm","title":"Draft","author":"Kyra42","words":461,"posted_at":"2010-11-30T20:40:00.000Z","tags":[],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/199014-draft","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/pnGJZxVm","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=199014\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"The floor was a deep marbled black that shone with a metallic glint under the soft blue lights that danced across the bodies of furs from all ages, species, and backgrounds,\u0026nbsp;mostly in groups of twos or threes.\u0026nbsp;On the left side was a bar table lined with drinks, most of them alcoholic and\u0026nbsp;each with their\u0026nbsp;own colorful label,\u0026nbsp;and the odd assorted nut dish. In the far back were\u0026nbsp;the restrooms and four velvet-lined booths\u0026nbsp;that stood back to back, just in case\u0026nbsp;the\u0026nbsp;younger couples got a little too\u0026nbsp;\"wild\".\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Right across from the entrance a skinny\u0026nbsp;teenage cheetah\u0026nbsp;sat boredly behind a turn table and\u0026nbsp;a row\u0026nbsp;of synth boards, stereos,\u0026nbsp;and computers. He was most likely bored stiff, poor thing. To wrap it all up a\u0026nbsp;raised platform stood to the left.\u0026nbsp;That, my friend, was the dancefloor, woefully empty-looking as it was only 9:00 PM. Still, the night was young, and it would\u0026nbsp;house many eventful happenings once the hours progressed.\n\nThe muscular, formidable-looking\u0026nbsp;Rottweiler in\u0026nbsp;black uniform\u0026nbsp;moved aside with an indifferent grunt. \"Enjoy\u0026nbsp;Club Moonshine, lass.\" \u0026nbsp;A nod, a smile. The door opened, and in stepped her. The 20-year-old feline was dressed in a black minidress that\u0026nbsp;complimented in her conveniently-placed curves. It fell just above her knees and was cut in a low v-shape. At least, interesting enough to catch someone's eye. Her fur was a pure snow-white, complimented by dark black hair that fell in waves around her pointed ears. Her sinuous\u0026nbsp;tail swished in sensual time with her hips as she sauntered forward with nary a care in the world. It was a Saturday night, her boyfriend was away, and in her current\u0026nbsp;sex-starved state she was determined to have fun.\n\nIn more ways than one.\n\n\"What's your name, darlin'? Can I getcha somethin'?\" the bartender drawled in a heavy Texan accent. He was\u0026nbsp;a\u0026nbsp;short, stocky\u0026nbsp;fellow wearing a kindly smile\u0026nbsp;and a casual green polo. He raised an eyebrow, trying not to inhale her provocative scent too much; what was a young\u0026nbsp;girl in heat doing in a club full of\u0026nbsp;horny male\u0026nbsp;furries?\n\n\"Evie Jones. And a\u0026nbsp;cold beer would be nice, actually,\" she replied, flashing a crooked smile.\u0026nbsp;Her eyes were\u0026nbsp;a bright ochre color,\u0026nbsp;lined with long, mascara-laden lashes\u0026nbsp;and darted about the scene before\u0026nbsp;settling on\u0026nbsp;the bull's face. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Comin' right up.\" He served the beer with a unique degree of finesse before winking and turning to address the next customer.\u0026nbsp;\n\nEvie\u0026nbsp;clambered on to\u0026nbsp;the stool closest to her and whirled in a circle until she faced the rest of the place. Her tail twitched with excitement as she surveyed the\u0026nbsp;dancefloor with an experienced\u0026nbsp;eye and an almost empty can.\u0026nbsp;Bodies\u0026nbsp;covered in everything from fur to scales to feathers gyrated on each other in time to the pulsating\u0026nbsp;techno beat. Another beer followed, courtesy of the still-grinning\u0026nbsp;bartender, and another and another until she was\u0026nbsp;quite thoroughly... drunk. (A/N: Please excuse the hasty paragraph\u0026nbsp;TT\\_TT)\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n(Will add more tomorrow.)\n\n  \n  \n\n"}