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FurBar Chpt. 001 - The Intoxicated Mussel

A five-foot-three, lone sleek, albino black panther stood behind the bar dressed in a white dress shirt and matching pants. His three-foot long tail twitched and flinched behind him carelessly and his white ears were laying flat against his head. Across his right bicep was an obvious burn and his violet eyes looked around the empty bar that he had put so much money in to own and operate himself. At nearly twenty-one, Kuma L'Ourshad already acquired his liquor license and had the place up and running. He huffed gently as he stood behind the bar, waxing it for the umpteenth time. It was a slow night, a _VERY_slow night. Not one fur had entered the bar and he had thought of closing up early today...but that would go against his personal policy. No way was he going to close early even if no one showed up. He tilted his albino head up and looked at the tiled ceiling.

As L'Ours was paying no mind to his surroundings, the door opened and his entire body perked up all at once, including his fur, making him appear slightly bigger. In came a nine and a half foot tall polar bear with very thick, purple fur. His silvery-blue eyes seemed depressed and his fur was completely disheveled. He had strong arms and a good sized belly protruding from his torso wrapped in a long-sleeved dress shirt. He was wearing a pair of black dress pants and matching dress shoes. Around his neck was an undone tie and a briefcase was in his left hand. He could have easily weighed three hundred pounds of combined muscle and fat alone.

"Just scotch," was all he said in a gruff voice. L'Ours examined him quickly and shrugged, grabbing a glass and pouring scotch in it. The bear drained it immediately and put a twenty on the counter. "Let me know when I need to give you more."

"Rough day at the office," L'Ours asked with his slightly nasally voice. The bear looked at him and huffed, undoing the top button of his shirt.

"I work as a Sex Ed. Teacher at the local high school," the bear replied. "Bjørn Ng Vintre. Teenagers are a horny lot." The bear looked L'Ours over. "You don't look old enough to be serving alcohol. What's your name, kid?"

"My name is Kuma L'Ours," L'Ours replied. "I am twenty one, thank you very much." L'Ours poured Bjørn another glass.

"Well, Kuma-"

"L'Ours," came the quick correction. "My family is mostly Hungarian. We use our family name and then our given name. My name is L'Ours."

"You don't seem Hungarian," Bjørn stated. "You seem kinda petite."

"Just because I'm Hungarian doesn't mean I'm always hungry," L'Ours growled. Bjørn chuckled.

"Hey, don't get your fur all riled up," Bjørn stated. "I was just joking with ya. Seems like someone needs some catnip." L'Ours' eyes narrowed but before he could speak, another customer strolled in. L'Ours and Bjørn both looked at him. It was a pure gray husky and was slightly taller than L'Ours by about two inches and was sporting a small belly. Other than that, he seemed to be in great shape. He was dressed in a black tee shirt with some band name on it and was wearing a pair of trip-jeans. He had wild, obviously dyed, purple hair and a pair of glow-sticks hung from around his neck. On his feet were flip-flops, around his wrists were glow-bracelets and he was covered in almost glowing temporary-dye that made unique designs all over his fur.

"Absinthe," was all the husky asked for and laid his head on the bar.

"I'm going to need some ID," L'Ours stated and the husky dropped his wallet on the bar. L'Ours opened it and examined the ID inside. He was just over twenty three and his name was Dominic Holmes.

"Take a twenty," Dominic uttered.

"Looks like someone's had a rough night," Bjørn stated, chuckling as he drained his scotch. L'Ours filled him back up as he took out an unopened bottle of absinthe which Dominic grabbed. He opened it and drank right from the bottle and didn't stop until it was half empty. When he pulled away from it, he hiccuped and put the bottle on the bar with a clank. Both Bjørn and L'Ours stared at him in amazement. "Something tells me you've done that before."

"Yeah," Dominic replied, nodding and he looked the bear over, grinning. "You're cute."

"Yup, he's drunk," Bjørn stated and watched as Dominic drained the rest of the absinthe. "How many bottles does that get him?"

"Two," L'Ours replied. "Nearly ten a bottle."

"...And since we're like, the only two here, I'm thinking we should have some dirty fun," Dominic continued on as if he was never interrupted. "I'm sure I can fit a bear like you in me. How big are you anyways?" Dominic expertly moved from his stool and onto the polar bear's lap. "What kind of bear is purple?"

"You're intoxicated," Bjørn stated. "You aren't thinking clearly."

"Buddy, this is as clear as my head's gonna be tonight," Dominic said, undoing two of the buttons on the bear's shirt. "The way you've been pounding that scotch tells me you'd like to release some of your own tension too." The husky's fluffy gray tail wagged slightly and L'Ours smirked, shaking his head. "I'm sure you want to say yes." Dominic undid more of the buttons and leaned towards his lips, kissing Bjørn.

"I'm going to regret this in the morning," Bjørn stated and looked at L'Ours. "I'll take the bottle with me and his second bottle of absinthe."

"Uh, okay," L'Ours said, shrugging. "Completely paid for anyways." L'Ours handed the two bottles to Bjørn who lifted the husky with one arm and left the bar.

L'Ours was alone again for a brief four minutes when in came a very tall, very heavy male. He looked like a mix between a giant panda and a timber wolf. What was usually black on a panda was dark gray on him and where it should have been white was light gray. Atop his head were panda ears usually were was a pair of wolf ears and his tail was also that of a timber wolf. His fur was thick and long but looked to be soft. He had a protruding belly and was dressed in a black, long sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans with thick work boots tied tightly to his feet.

"I'll take a gin on the rocks," he stated and sat down at the bar.

L'Ours grinned at him. "Sure thing, big guy," he responded. "What's your name?"

"Polidori," came the instant reply.

"What do you do for a living?"

"Truck driver," he replied instantly. "Settling down for the night. This was the closest bar to the truck stop."

"You're the first truck driver I've gotten in two weeks," L'Ours stated. "How are the roads?"

"Been better," he replied. "There's construction happening on the toll rode so detours are kinda required for the next two weeks."

"Truck drivers and motorcyclists are my main source of income," L'Ours lamented. "Great."

"You need to do more advertising than what you've got then," Polidori stated. "Having that poster at the Truck Stop is good, but you need more advertising."

"I want to remain a small business," L'Ours commented. "I don't want to have to hire people that could end up stealing money from me. I do my own taxes and everything. I'm good enough a company already."

"I heard that another bar in town is picking up speed," Polidori stated. "Pretty sure you'll be going out of business if that bar kicks up any more."

L'Ours' face paled. "What?"

"Pretty soon you'll be out of a job if the construction is delayed," Polidori stated. "Bad for business." Polidori finished off his drink and stood. "See you later if the Intoxicated Mussel doesn't do you in."

"Yeah..." L'Ours nodded and waved at the man. He looked down sadly at the counter of the bar. "...I won't be able to make it..." He then growled and looked at the door. "I won't let the Intoxicated Mussel beat me. I'll make my bar the number one in town!" He then yawned. "After I get some sleep... It's Saturday so I've got that rave to plan."