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I got this one out a lot sooner than I thought I would! Yay for dealerships and their quiet, distraction-free waiting rooms!

Again, I'd like to thank my amazing mate, Poeticfox, for being there for me, and being my inspiration and desire to keep writing this story.

enjoy,

I drive out of the parking lot of the coffee shop, my mind flooded with a mixture excitement, worry and overwhelming thoughts. Part of me was excited that I'd be seeing the adorable, lovable fox so soon. That I'd be spending the evening out on the town with him. That if I was lucky, I'd get lucky tonight, but I doubt it. He doesn't seem like the kind to put out that easily.

I was worried mainly because of my coworkers. They give me enough trouble with me being gay. I know I'm stable enough to deal with their bull shit, but I don't know about Skylar. He seemed a little more......sensitive. A little more delicate than me. I don't want them saying something to him to make him want to leave me. Want to never see me again because of the people I'm around. What are they gonna say? I....maybe......maybe I could ask for some help. Maybe Joe, or even David. Either one of them could try to talk the others into leaving him alone. Gary's the one I'm mainly worried about. The other two, Gibby and Jean, I'm not worried about them. They usually leave me alone, and are sometimes even nice to me when Gary's not there. Yesterday me and Gibby even talked a little in between tickets. He's a nice guy, when he wants to be.

I felt overwhelmed.....for obvious reasons. I wasn't expecting to be asked out by the shy looking fox. I was going there to ask him out! And, I wasn't expecting to see him again until Friday! Tony is going to absolutely love this! I......I need to call him! I quickly pull my phone out, go to contacts and find his name at the top of the 'recent' list. I hit dial and pull the phone to my head. I hear it ring and-

"Hey man, what's up? How'd it go?" I hear my spotted friend ask me as a greeting.

"Well, hello to you too!"

"*sigh* Hello Cody, how did your lunch go?"

"It went great! Better than expected, even!" I Reply, with more than enough excitement in my voice.

"Really? How so? What happened?"

I quickly went over the main details of what happened at the the coffee shop just a few minutes ago, and he was dead silent for a few minutes afterwords. "Tony? You there?"

"He wants to meet you tonight?" He asks, in a clam voice.

"Yeah he does!" I say, just as excited as before.

"Are you OK with this?" He asks, still calm, but cautious.

"Well, yeah, I am. Why wouldn't I be?" I ask, a little worried now.

"Uhmmm....He's going to the shop. Is Gary going to be there?"

"I'm not sure. And, I've already thought about that. I plan on asking Joe and David for some help with it today."

"Are you sure you wanna do that?"

"He's coming to the shop right after he gets out of his classes! What else am I going to do? Have him wait in the car?"

"Well, no, I don't think that's a very good idea either." He responds, sounding a little defeated.

"No, it doesn't. I'm just going to have to try to keep him away from that side of the shop while I finish up work."

I hear shouting coming from the other side of the phone, and then I hear Tony shouting something along the lines of "Give me a minute! It's an emergency!" but, I can't be sure. "Look Cody, I gotta go, The actress is having a fit about her 'being in the perfect mood to shoot a scene' if you know what I mean." He says the last part, in a tone which I've heard all too much from him.

"Yes, I do, I'm afraid. Alright, I'll see you at home tonight. Maybe." I then hear Allen laughing, and I hang up the phone before he can say anything else.

Oh god....What am I getting myself into?

I pull into the parking lot of the dealership, going as slow as necessary, but far slower than comfort. I drive around to the employee parking area, and I see Gary's car, which makes me audibly curse at my steering wheel. I find a spot fairly close to the door, and park my car. I climb out of the car, and walk in my normal door. Once inside, already feeling the enhanced cold, I walk directly to the break room, where I see Jean sitting, eating his lunch. Jean's a fairly large grizzly bear. He looks up at me, bares his teeth and growls slightly. I hear him say under his breath, "Mornin', tail raiser."

I simply nod in response, not wanting to say anything to set off his extreme temper. Jean is a body-builder. He spends most time at the gym, and is a stereotypical as they come. His biceps are just about the size of a small tire, and is usually seen lifting small cars that people are too lazy to pull into the lift when it's something minor. His brain is.....let's just say nonexistent. He knows less about cars than I do, and the only reason he still has a job here is because his friend Gibby knows enough to keep both of them in a job, and lets Jean do all of the physical work.

I walk over to the rack and pick out my uniform, and walk into the bathroom, closing the door. I quickly strip off my clothes, and replace them with the uniform. After I change my clothes I walk back into the break room, where I notice Jean has left, and left the wrappers from his lunch behind. 'Typical. too lazy to even throw his own trash away.'

I ignore the mess on the table, and walk into the shop, where I see something that makes my jaw drop and my eyes go wide. I see, over in Gary's bay, the same red mustang I saw earlier today. I stand there in shock as I see the same beautiful car, with the over spoiled kid, in Gary's bay. Wait.....the driver was a coyote. And, Gary is......Oh fuck. This is going to be bad.

I walk over to Joe's bay, and see him doing some paperwork on his toolbox. I walk up to him and ask "Who's car is in Gary's bay?"

He looks up to me and I can instantly tell he's not happy about something. "Apparently, Gary's son over there got in trouble with the police today. He was caught going 80 in a 45, or something like that."

"Oh, fuck." I say under my breath, which causes Joe's ears to perk up.

"Why, you seen that car before?"

Now why'd he have to go and ask that? "Uhhh....well.....I...I was there when he got the ticket."

"No joke!?" He says, his whole attention now on me, "Is he guilty?"

"Ohh...He's guilty alright." I say, looking away.

"Why'd you say it like that? Was there anything else about it I haven't said?"

"Well.....The real reason he got that ticket was......well.......me." I say looking down, not wanting to admit it.

"What!? What do you mean?! What happened?" He said, way too loud for my comfort.

"Shhh, shhh, shhh, keep your voice down! If he hasn't told Gary yet, for whatever reason, I don't want him to know I got in a drag race with his son!"

"What!? You got in a drag race with his son!? Why?!"

"Why? Because Gary's as good at being a father as he is at being tolerant of other people!" As soon as I say that, I see the little bastard walk into view behind a car. He doesn't look like he's in a very good mood either.

"Here's your goddamn ticket Joe!" He said, in his normal half high pitched voice. Gary could be summed up in one word: Psychopath. The guy collects, and rebuilds WWII weapons, which he keeps in his bay at the shop! He keeps them pretty well hidden when management is around, but when they're not, he's got his guns out, cleaning them, rebuilding them, or just all around looking at them. He pulls off the 'crippled old man' look pretty well when he needs to. That's so that when the management looks up how many hours he's clocked in a week, they know to be pretty damn lenient on him. What gives him the ability to do that, is that he has guaranteed pay! For those of you who don't know, that means he's guaranteed to get so many hours, each week, no matter how many hours he really clocks in! He's the only one in the shop that has guaranteed, and the one least deserving of it! He's divorced, for obvious reasons, and has two children that I know of. I've only ever met one, and didn't like him from the start! The thing that worries me the most about him having his gun collection in the shop, is that he never lets anyone near his tool box to get any tools. So, no one has any idea what he has in there, which could include ammo for any one of his weapons. He has anything from a Tommy gun, to a Springfield rifle, to a freaking 357. revolver! Seriously, the coyote scares the shit out of me! I've heard some of the things he talks about with Gibby and Jean, and he is one sick mother fucker. I heard him talking about how he got jumped in downtown one night a few years ago. He claimed he left two guys lying there with several stab wounds, and the other one took off running, but was shot in the back by the 45. colt he usually carries with him. Or, so I've heard. There's no way you can tell for sure if he was telling the truth or not. Hes about 5'7 ft. tall, has brown fur all over his body, and is a pretty small, frail guy, but has a little muscle tone to him.

"Thank you Gary." Joe says, not looking at him.

"Got any more work for me?" he asks, looking up at Joe in the eye.

"No, I don't, Gary." Joe says, in a monotone, steady, calm voice.

"Good, I gotta go teach my goddamn son a lesson about drivin!" He says angrily, not even acknowledging me the entire time, to my relief.

"Doesn't seem too happy." Joe says, looking up to me.

"Or seem to know I basically caused his sons ticket." I say, with a little relief.

"Yeah well, you should probly get to work. Need to make some hours, huh?"

"Yeah, I should, You know if David has anything for me?" I ask, hopefully, not wanting to be standing around all day.

"He should. Detail's been pretty busy today." He tells me, looking at a piece of paper on his clip board.

"Ok, good." I say, as I start to walk away. "Oh! Hey Joe, I've got a favor to ask you." I say, turning around, as my predicament comes to mind.

"Is this a big deal?"

"Well, kinda to me it is."

"Ok, what is it?"

"Well, see, I met this fox yesterday at a new coffee shop, he was really adorable and shy, and I went back there today to, you know, ask him out Friday night." By now, I've got Joe's full attention for the second time today. "But, he said he was busy Friday, and he asked me if I wanted to do anything today, and I said yes. But, the thing is, and here's where I need your help, He plans on coming here at the end of my shift, right after he gets off of school, and-"

And, you're worried that Gary is going to be his normal, rude self and run off your date. Am I right?" He cuts me off, then finishes for me.

"Well, yeah. Is there anything you can do to help?"

"Well, I can remind him that there is a strict no sexual harassment rule in affect around all employee personal. But, other than that, there's not really much I can do but try to help you out if he tries to get violent. Which, you know I got your back on anytime."

"Yeah, I know, thanks Joe." I say a little disappointed, but happy at the happy at the same time.

He smiles at me, and places a paw on my shoulder, rubbing it gently. "Don't worry about him. I know he looks crazy, but he's all talk. I promise you, he'll never do anything to physically harm you, or anyone else."

"I sure hope your right Joe. For the both of us." I say, walking over to where David is sure to be. The detail bay. Which is on the other side of Gary's bay.

I walk to the middle of the shop, hoping to avoid "What the FUCK!?!?" damn.... I don't want to deal with this idiot! "You!! What the fuck are YOU doing here?!"

I look over, and I see the owner of the car that I raced earlier, staring at me, with an angry look on his face. His father, standing next to him with a very confused and unhappy look on his face. I just sigh to myself and try to walk away.

"Hey! You're the son of a bitch that made me get this ticket!" I look over and see him walking toward me, his face beat red with anger, and his paws balled up into fists. I know these signs all too well, and I don't like them at all. Those are the signs that let you know one thing: there's going to be a fight. I took my stance.

He walks up to me, and gets inches from my face. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT KIND OF TROUBLE YOU GOT ME IN!?!?" He's shouting in my face, a wild few specks of saliva flying from his maw and landing on my face. Normally, when someone is yelling in my face, I'd yell right back, and let my temper flare. But, right now, I'm in the workplace, and I need to keep my cool if I plan on keeping my job.

I take a step back, trying to keep space in between me and him, just like I was taught. He took another step towards me, and I took another back. That's two. "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HERE?!?! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT BEING HERE!!! YOU NEED TO LEAVE RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!!!!" He takes another step towards me, and I take another step back. That's three. One more, and I'll need to take action. "I TOLD MYSELF THAT IF I EVER FOUND YOU AGAIN I'D KICK YOUR ASS!! AND I PLAN TO KEEP THAT PROMISE!!!" He takes another step toward me. That's four. I take another step back, reach across his body with my left paw, and grab his right wrist. I take a step forward with my left foot-paw, placing it right behind both of his feet-paws. I combine speed with strength,and pull up and back with my left paw, my forearm going into his neck, making him fall backwards and landing on his back with an audible smack. I take a few more steps back, making sure to leave enough space between me and him for when he gets up.

The one good thing my father ever did for me in my childhood was put me in a self defense course, which I excelled at. I was the number one pupil in that class. I was able to take down anyone I needed to. Anyone who I was put up against didn't stand a chance. My sensei put me in his advanced class, with some pupils who were five years older than me. There I was a little more challenged, but it helped me more than I even know. There, my sensei decided I was advanced enough to put in tournaments. Tournaments which I normally took either 1st, 2nd, or 3rd place. To this day, I'm not afraid to defend myself when needed. The only thing I'm not happy about with my training, is that I only know how to defend. If I want to fight somebody, I'm on my own.

I watch him lay there on his back, staring at the ceiling. Gary, staring at me, then back at him, as if he didn't know what he just saw. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the wall of bear come running over, and stop next to Gary. He looks down at the young coyote, and is attempting to figure out what happened. The weasel, known as Gibby, looks out from behind a car in his bay, from hearing the smack and comes quickly walking over. I hear three different foot steps come walking up behind me, which I know are the two tigers, and the big wolf walk up behind me. I stand there, still in my self defense stance, waiting for the action to start. I see him start to move, starting to stand up. Once he's back on his feet, he looks madder than ever.

The kind of self defense I know is all about reading your opponents moves. If you watch their eyes, it'll show you where they're thinking of attacking. If someone's angry, their moves are much more difficult to read. They're more unstable, and more likely to do something without thinking about it. That's why I never saw the punch coming. As soon as he stood up, he threw a punch, which landed right on the side of my muzzle. I should have saw it coming. I should have saw that he'd be furious with my attempt to neutralize him. I should have known he would fight back. I let my guard down for a split second as I feel my phone vibrate with a new message.

When he lands the punch, I feel the pain shoot through my muzzle, then my entire face. I stumble backwards, but catch myself in time before I fall to the ground, and just enough time to dodge the next punch, which was aimed for my chin. He goes for an upper-cut, which I dodge by quickly jerking my upper body back, and moving my head up. He stumbles back, and contains his balance. Now it was a fight, we're both ready, and fully aware it was a fight. With the entire shop watching, but nobody stepping in.

I need to keep my job. I can't fight back. I can't throw a punch back. But, I will defend myself from taking another blow like the last one. He stands there, with his fists up like a thug. I stand there, with my hind-paws positioned strategically so my weight is centered. My left paw in front of my chest, and my right paw in front of my waist.

I'm watching his eyes, and he looks around my body, and I see his eyes stop on my face, and he attempts to punch me again, on the right side of my muzzle. I see it coming, and quickly move my right paw up and hit his wrist, causing it to into the air, leaving his body and face open. Normally I'd go for the hit, but I can't risk losing my job, so I only deflect the hit, and take a couple more steps back. He seems a little agitated that he missed, and goes for another hit, this time for my left kidney, which I deflect again, and take a few more steps back.

By now, I'm ready for the fight to end. I'm wishing somebody would step in and stop the mad coyote, and I hear the shop manager, Joe's boss, Come running out of his office, screaming for us to stop. Jason, the shop manager, is a fairly tall Lion. He has a thick, golden mane. A fairly big individual, and not in a good way. He's a southerner, so he has that really classic southern drawl that is normally really annoying. "Codey!? What in sams hell are ya doin?! Break that lil' chicken in half, an end this faight!!"

"Jason? I....can't.....he's a minor!!"

"Weill fuuck.....Garey! Get that youngin o' yours outta here, an don't botha comin back in today!! You ain't clockin in any hours anyway!"

Gary then grabs his son by the arms, and angrily drags him away, and out of the shop. He looks back at me, with the angriest look on his face that I have ever seen. On the outside, I don't blink. On the inside, it scares me to death! "Codey! In mah ouffice, naow!"

I look back at Joe with a worried look, and he just gives me a sympathetic smile, letting me know everything is going to be OK. I walk with Jason to his office. He looks mad the entire time we walk to there, but once we close the door and were in privacy, he smiles at me and slaps me on the back with his paw, hard. "Codey! Boy, I gotta say, that was some o' tha best self defense fightin I've seen in a good long while! Where on this earth did ya learn ta do that!? It was like it didn't even bother ya that he punched ya tha way he did!" It was then I remembered I had been punched during the fight. I start to feel the soreness in my muzzle, and start to feel a small droplet of some kind of liquid drip out of my upper lip, and onto my lower, outer lip. I reach up and feel the liquid, my paw comes back bloody. Not much, but still blood regardless. "Oh! Here ya go!" He says again, handing me a box of tissues. I take a tissue out and wipe up the blood that's already dripped out. I throw that tissue away, and pull out another one, and shove it under my upper lip, flinching slightly from the small amount of pain that comes with it.

"Soo.....You're not mad at me? Not gonna fire me?"

"What? Fire ya!? Ahh hells no! Tha lil' punk deserved it. I sawed the way he was hollerin in ya face, and believe you me, I wouldn't a had near as much control as ya did! Why, I looked out ma winda here," He says, gesturing to the window that leads to the shop, where you can perfectly see the scene of the fight. "An I seen him in ya face all screamin an hollerin, I was surpraised that ya didn't give 'im a good punch right in his kissa thaen! Why, that's what I woulda done aright!"

"Wait, wait wait, if you saw the fight start, why didn't you break it up in when it started?"

"Waell, I sure wasn't gonna miss an opportunity to watch some free entertainmeint!"

"Hehe, free entertainment? I wouldn't call that free entertainment."

"Well nah, nah I reckon ya wouldn't. Not with yew the one getting yer muzzle rocked it was."

'good lord I hate his accent.' I think to myself.

"yeup, I seen y'all technicians gatherin round and seen yew and that coyote startin a faight! I reckon it was some fun entertainment, but I dont wanna see it again. Yew undastand meh boy?"

"Yes sir, I promise you it won't happen again."

"Now listen to meh boy. I know bout yer sexualitey, an I ain't one ta judge, an I don't care what yew do in ya bedroom, but I recognize a bully when I see one. An Garey, he's a bully if I ever saw one! Now, with bullies, ya either gotta do one o' two thangs. One, ignore em an it seems to me that yew've already been puttin up with him for a while. Or two, yew've gotta stand up to em. If he makes yew, don't be afraid ta stand up to em. Ya hear?"

Did my boss just give me permission to fight my coworker? "Yes sir!"

"Good, now get back ta work!"

"Yes sir, and thank you Jason." I say with a smile.

"Yer welcome codey." He says. Then waves me off.

I walk out of his office and let out a sigh. 'I sure am glad I don't know anyone else with his accent.' I turn, and head to the bathroom, to look in the mirror. I get to the mirror, and lift up my lip, letting the tissue fall to the ground. I examine my lip and notice a small cut on the inside. 'Damn, it looks like it got cut on my tooth!' I let my lip fall into place, not really knowing what to do, and walk back into the break room. In the break room, I'm greeted with the ugly mugs known as Gibby and Jean. Gibby is a weasel, and the exact opposite of Jean. He's small, looks like he could barely lift a pickle jar with his toothpicks he calls arms. He skinny. Really skinny. And really, really smart. Him and Jean work together to get the hours that they do get. First they'll work on Gibby's ticket, then Jeans, and bring both tickets to Joe at once. Gibby knows cars like the back of his hand, but lacks the means to physically work on them. He uses his mind, and lets Jean do all the physical stuff. "What the fuck happened back there, tail raiser?!" Gibby yells at me, in his unusually high pitched and nasally voice.

"I protected myself." I say simply, trying to avoid causing too much conflict with the two goons, but still answer their question.

"You protected yourself?! It looked more like you assaulted Jimmy!"

"Assaulted him? He attacked me!" I yell in response, which probably isn't a good idea, and results with me getting growled at from the two simultaneously. Gibby's growl high pitched, and sounds similar to a Chihuahua's with a cold. Jean's low pitched, and sounding like a Motorcycle starting up.

"That's not what I saw." The bigger one of the duo pitches in. "I saw you flip him on the ground for no reason! That doesn't sound like protecting yourself to me!"

"Did you not hear him yelling at me?!"

"I heard you yelling at the poor defenseless pup. Again, for no reason!"

Ok, earlier I know I gave Jean's mental capacity the benefit of the doubt, but now, I don't think it even deserves that! As I'm thinking that, I feel my pocket vibrate again, and I instantly remember what caused me to take a punch to the muzzle in the first place. "OK, well, I gotta get back to work, so if you'll excuse me....." I say, trying to slip past the two, only to be shoved back in place by the giant bear in my way.

"We don't think so. See, you caused Gary and his boy some real embarrassment today, and we're not gonna let you get away with it."

Just as he says that, the door behind them opens up, and Joe steps into the room. My hero. I know for a fact that I could take Gibby on, but Jean, heh, I'd have a better chance at trying to stop an oncoming truck. "What are you two doing? Get back to work, NOW!"

They jump slightly, look at him, and quickly push past him and into the shop, closing the door behind them. "Thanks Joe. Those two assholes are going to be trouble."

"Nahh, don't worry about them. They're just like Gary. All talk."

"Yeah I guess so." I say, pulling out my phone, seeing I have two texts, both from Skylar.

Cant wait for tonight! Really looking forward to seeing you again!

To which, I respond:

Me neither! Its all I can think about

The next message reads:

you there? Busy day? We can do it another time if you want :(

No! I can't let that happen!

Yea I'm here! No, just some drama. We're still on tonight if you want!

A few minutes go by, and I get another text from him,

Great! I'll be over as soon as I can!

I look up to Joe and smile. "Well, it looks like I've got a date tonight!"

Well what'd you think? Let me know PLEASE!!