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The hiss of the pneumatic bus doors opening was sharp enough to make my ears flicker with the sudden noise. The strange mobile box expelled furs onto the curb, including a Rory, and then zoomed off down the street as soon as a few stragglers had managed to haul themselves onboard. Well, I gotta say that it exactly wasn't a stretched limo that had taken me to my dream date, but still, watching the red break lights flash when the bus stopped for the traffic lights, I decided that a banged down bus was as good as it would get. Besides, the fare was cheap and every saved penny meant more fun to be had with a certain Dobie.

I flicked out my phone from my coat pocket and made sure that I was on time. 18:50...yes...that was definitely on time, I decided with a smile, and sway to my tail, while I started down the sidewalk, intent on reaching my destination as soon as possible. I joined the mingle of furs walking down the curb, lit by shop windows, neon signs and those big ads attached to lamp posts that offered Revlon fur care products, snowboarding holidays, dental insurances and car washing, all for super prices, of course. My own shadows stretched and intertwined with those cast by the other nameless furs going on their way. With a swing to my tail, I decided that some of them were probably going to meet their boyfriends or girlfriends, or their wives, or maybe business partners, or college students meeting buddies in some nice bar, or perhaps someone wanted to do some late Friday shopping for the weekend. Everyone was going somewhere, and I was happy that I, too, had a place to go, and I suspected that if I remembered Victor's instructions exactly right, as confirmed by my Google Maps search, I should be pretty much there in a moment.

My instincts weren't too wrong, since a quick round of the street corner and a few more steps brought me to stand in front of a two-windowed restaurant called Hoskins', the ultimate destination of our dinner date, as suggested by Victor while we had been ruminating the choices of a good reasonably priced place to go out to eat. I had confessed to only knowing places that probably were more suited to college kids or for drinking pink drinks rather than having a hearty meal, but thankfully, the Dobie was nothing but resourceful when it came to...well, I wasn't sure what this restaurant was good at, but that I would find out very soon.

I rubbed my chin and checked my phone and gave a few quick glimpse off to my sides to see whether any tall Dobies were walking down the curb with the intention of having a lion date...with a lion....I mean...that's...that's me! The air wasn't too bad, though, and didn't even make my furs bristle when a little draft passed me. More like, it brought warmth to my cheeks that were already blazing with determination for having a nice, good, civilized time with Victor.

My eyes wandered along the sign on the front of the shop and then the letters and numbers painted on the window for the hours the place was open, and there was some odd golden decorative patterns following the edge of the window, its intricate shape pretty much the only fancy detail in the otherwise simple restaurant front. The window didn't have any curtains and opened directly into the hall of the restaurant, and I could see tables inside, with furs sitting on them, and there was a table very near to the window, and there was a Doberman wearing a grey shirt sitting on a chair and looking outside....

Hooooo shit....

There, beyond the window, looking as...Victor as he ever did, was Victor Holden, seated in a table and obviously waiting for me to show up, and I had been standing out there like a fool and waiting for HIM to show up...and now he saw me, and I saw him, and my tail did a quick whip-like motion behind me at the very surprise of seeing a certain Victor in person again.

And he was smiling, and obviously saw me, and then he lifted a paw and gave me a quick "come on!" wave, and I smiled back, and probably stood there looking even more like a fool for a few more seconds, before I was going for the door to the restaurant, almost stumbling on my footpaws.

It was warm on the inside, and the air smelled of many furs, and pizza, and wine, and cooking meat, and cheese, and all sorts of resturantsy smells that I associated with restaurants. The place wasn't packed, maybe a dozen furs, including Victor, who spotted me as soon as I was inside, and stood up, still smiling. Wow, I didn't even remember that he was this tall...or this big in general, I realized when I skittishly closed in the last few remaining feet between us.

"Hey!" Victor rumbled, and before I got my muzzle open to say something in reply, heavy paws slammed onto my shoulders and as a result, all that escaped my maw was a little "uhh" when air was forced out of my lungs by the force of impact.

Those big, warm paws rubbed up and down my arms a couple of times, and Victor's ears flicked, and he smiled, and he smelled of toothpaste, and Dobie, and he wore a very nice grey shirt and black pants and he was smiling and probably holding onto me already longer than was strictly straight to do, but who cared, anyway.

"Hi...," my stellar wit displayed itself proudly while I put up a nice little smile, and Victor smiled, too, and his paws finally left my person, and dropped to his own sides, just over those beefy, thick hips that were such an integral part of his big Dobie butt. It was currently hidden by those pants, but my memory of it was clear enough to imagine how it looked like in all of its naked buff glory.

That probably wasn't such an appropriate thing to think about 30 seconds into a date, but what the Dobie didn't know didn't hurt, right? Besides, it's not like Victor probably minded me thinking about his big rump, anyway, so I shouldn't feel guilty for being a big lion like I was, in my own way, and that sometimes included thinking about man-ass.

"You're right on time," Victor smiled and waved a paw on the table that was set nicely with a dark red tablecloth and wine glasses and more utensils than the two of us could probably go through in one night.

There was also one glass half-filled with mineral water, and a small plate of salad in front of the Dobie, next to a folded napkin.

"Heh, I'm glad I didn't get lost or anything," I smiled, my paws tugging on the buttons of my jacket.

"Well you certainly didn't, so just sit down, "Victor gestured at the table again, "I got some starters for myself, hope you don't mind."

I flicked my ears and smiled quickly.

"No, not at all! Uh...did you come here early?" I asked while I settled down to the indicated chair and got off my paws, finally.

"About fifteen minutes ago," Victor fit himself down to the chair opposite to me and rested himself comfortably, "I got ready early and decided that I could as well come over and relax a little before you arrive...get into the mood 'n stuff eh?"

He smiled again, and I smiled back, and fidgeted with my buttons some more, while Victor just sat there and watched me, his head tilted a little in curiosity. I felt a little bit watched, sure, but it was Victor, not a stalker, so...well, after all stalkering I did to find the Dobie, I suppose he could as well give me a good ogle, anyway.

"You're not wearing your glasses, "I observed my sudden realization that he wasn't wearing the specs that had become familiar to me through his grainy Facebook profile photo.

Victor chuckled and winked.

"They make me look older," the Dobie smirked.

I chuckled.

"I don't think they look too bad on you," I smiled.

Victor picked up his glass of water and took a quick sip before he answered, smacking his lips a little after drinking.

"I really only need them when I'm using the computer at work," Victor said, "otherwise the numbers become even worse a jumble!"

He chuckled deep in his throat and I laughed, too, quickly, and finally managed to wrestle myself out of my jacket which I then hung over the back of my chair. I sat there, hoping that Victor liked my own nice shirt, that was pale blue, and didn't clash too badly with my own golden tones and my slightly darker mane. Victor observed me over the rim of his glass, briefly, before he put it down and picked up his salad fork, seemingly intent on carrying on with his eating while we talked.

"Well, I still think they fit your muzzle," I tried my best small talk.

"Thanks," Victor smiled and scooped up a forkful of lettuce into his muzzle.

A coyote waitress appeared to my side, holding a couple of menus in her paws, and smiling broadly through her lipstick-stained teeth.

"Good evening, welcome to Hoskins'," she greeted me, and I smiled in greeting, too.

"Good evening," I spoke.

"Our today's special is a shrimp cocktail, and the mutton is especially juicy today, the chef tells me," the waitress spoke to me eagerly while I accepted a menu from her with a nod and placed it on my lap.

"I'll see what catches my fancy, and I'll keep that in mind," I smiled.

"Would you like to order, sir?" the coyote continued, now turning her attention to Victor.

"I'll wait for my dinner companion to have his starters before I order," he replied with a courteous smile to the coyote whom nodded in reply.

"I'll have a salad and a small chicken soup, and crackers, "I detailed my order upon Victor's declaration, feeling nice on the inside that he wanted to wait for me and not just hog down whatever food was brought in front of him, as fast as possible.

"Yes, sir," the coyote had her notepad open and was already scribbling down my order.

"I'll have the chicken with a dash of cinnamon, please, and I'd like to have a non-carbonated mineral water, please."

"Anything else for you, sir? Would you need something else, mister?" the coyote's eyes flicked over to Victor, too, who shook his head.

"I'm quite fine, thank you, ma'am," he smiled.

The coyote waitress finished her scribblings and flashed us a quick smile before she disappeared towards what I presumed was the kitchen door, her tail swaying as she walked. I turned to look at Victor again, whom simply smiled.

"Seems that you're hungry," he said.

I flicked my ears and snuffled.

"I eat out pretty rarely," I conceded, "decided that I could do it properly now that I'm here for once."

"Heheh," Victor chuckled, his fork playing with his salad.

"You happy just with your salad I see," I observed the pile of greens on the small plate that seemed tiny in comparison to Victor's paw.

Victor's ears flicked quickly.

"I'm kind of...dieting...," the Dobie snuffled and seemed almost cute for the bashful way he said it.

"Oh?" my ears perked and I suppose I did give him another once-over, from his ears down to all I could see of him, ending in somewhere about his waist before he was cut off by the edge of the table.

Well...he was big, but not...not Biggest Loser big, I think. More hunky than...bloated, I supposed.

And I really shouldn't be thinking about reality TV while on a date...really. I had to think, though, a Rory-themed reality show would probably be the most boring thing ever...I mean...who on Earth would want to follow MY life, of all things? I didn't even do enough outrageous gay things to provide any obscene entertainment for the masses hungry for anything out of ordinary. I was hardly HBO material.

Victor shrugged.

"I try to keep in shape, and let's just say that I've been having a few too many snacks while watching television during the winter, and...well, I know some are into big muscle guts but I'd rather just have muscles and not a big, blabby slab covering all those ice abs," the Dobie patted his belly quickly, and I had to agree with him on the nice factor associated with such pieces of male anatomy, and my tail agreed, too, making a quick loop behind me while I observed the Dobie.

"Well that's great to hear," I smiled.

"It's not too bad...just watching what I'm eating and making sure to keep that gym time as it has to be," he smiled back. "And of course going to play a couple of games every week with the guys from the office."

I got the enduring mental image of Victor shooting down the icy field like a Sherman tank, mowing down hapless players with his massive bulk while taking the puck to the goal with an awesome maneuver from his big stick. I also wondered why my mind made everything sound sufficiently dirty in my head, but hell...bulky furs zooming down a field all padded up and ready for a brawl...it did have its own appeal, in its own Victor-shaped way, too.

"Can't stop being the hockey hunk," I harkened back to my old joke, back from the Ramrod night, when I teased him about his masculine hobby.

"Nope," the Dobie flicked his ears and grinned, and I saw that he had a couple of bean sprouts stuck between his canines.

My tailtip flicked against my ankle while I sat back and relaxed a little bit more, and gave the restaurant a quick look, just to get to know the territory, so to speak, old instincts immemorial working in me as much as in any lion, I suppose. I learned that there were doors out to the street and to the kitchen, and a marked doorway led into what must've been the restrooms, and there were two windows, and fourteen furs sitting on the tables. Thankfully, the only fur in attendance that could be classified as a cub was some teen bear who didn't seem to be too happy to be spending the Friday night out eating pasta with his parents, but he certainly couldn't be rated as a high-class threat to dining peace. Everyone else seemed to be in better spirits, though, with some energetic chattering going on, except for a moose who sat in a corner table with a wine bottle in front of him. My romantic minded wanted to conjure up images of a date coming up, or maybe he had been stood up, or he was sitting there trying to reconnect with the feelings of long past loves, or maybe he just was a sad lonely fuck who didn't have anyone to go out to eat with.

All this I took in within fifteen seconds or so, before my eyes returned to the Dobie, who was looking at me, and I looked, and smiled a little, and stretched my paws that rested on the tabletop, almost showing my claws. When Victor smiled, I noticed that the green bits in his teeth were gone, for now.

"Did you have a busy day?" Victor asked me, his ears flicking curiously.

"Nothing insanely busy like yesterday with the book signing," I nodded, "It was pretty hectic."

"Sounded like it when you told me about it," Victor mimicked my nod. "Must've been a great day, though."

"It was," I agreed with a smile. "It was funny seeing everyone so excited. Don't often get that kind of customers there, except when they publish some really big book."

"Like, say...Harry Potter kind of a thing?" Victor suggested.

"Yeah, pretty much, that kind of thing gets furs queuing on the street and the like," I flicked an amused ear, "I haven't seen that kind of a thing happen, though, not yet, at least."

I scratched the back of my ear, quickly.

"Sounds like your co-workers were pretty excited by it too," Victor grinned.

"Yeah, talk about it," I smirked back. "Mason probably wanted to kidnap that Mistwillow guy or something."

Victor chuckled deeply and throatily and flicked his ears, almost dropping salad from his fork while he shook briefly with his mirth. He looked good when he laughed, I had to admit that, all flicky-eared and rumbling, and generally sounding like he was having a good time.

"How about your day?" I decided to be curious for now and take my turn in poking him for his daily activities.

Victor scooped up some more salad into his muzzle and chewed thoroughly before giving me his answer.

"Well, lots of number-cracking...then some number-cracking...then some arguing on the phone...did I tell you that I argue a lot on the phone?" he was still smiling, and giving me a look.

"I don't think so...," I mused.

"Well, yeah, now you know that I argued on the phone a lot, and then I drank too much coffee, and argued some more on the phone, and then cracked some numbers, and....well, that's it from eight to four, I think," he shook his head quickly, "then I went home and cleaned a little to pass the time, and ironed my shirt..."

He waved a paw over his shirt, as if to make sure I noticed that it was really nice and pristine.

"Then I washed and wondered how you were doing and then it was pretty much time to get going, and here I am," Victor finished with a broad smile.

"Glad we both made it," I smiled right back, and flicked my tail.

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