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January 1st

HAAAAPPPPPPYYYY NNNEEEEWWWW YEEEAAAARRR!!!

Damn, he could still hear Julia's voice ringing in his ear. Or maybe that was the sound of his stomach. Or perhaps, even the sound of the janitor's vacuum as it sucked up all the glitter. Or, fuck, maybe he was just ticked off.

New Years Day. They had an office party, and now look at him. Huddled away in his cubicle, carrying ones and zeros to get things ready for their financial report come March. He'd be even angrier, had he not unfortunately saw this coming at the beginning of the month. But one supposes that's just the life of Albert Dorian. However...

Thunk...

“Jeeze, Oscar, can't you watch that thing?"

“Hey! Sorry Mr. Dorian. I'll try to keep it away from you."

Such a wily skunk, his snarky tone garnering an annoyed glare from the human's eyes. It's one thing to be trapped here after hours to crunch some numbers, it's something else entirely to have Oscar here as well. It showed on Albert's eyes as he leered at the janitor, who merely laughed off his attempt to be intimidating, no matter how weak it was.

“Stuck here, 1:32 AM on New Years Day... sounds great, don't it?" said Oscar, much to Albert's continued annoyance.

“Why don't you take your vacuum over to Sally's cubicle?" said the brunet man as he shifted his gaze towards his computer screen, “As in, far, far from me."

“Oh c'mon, Mr. Dorian!" the skunk replied, extra-sarcastic emphasis on the 'Mister', “We're all stuck here together! You crunching numbers, me... well... sucking up actual crunchy stuff. What did you have exactly during your New Years party?"

“Nothing you'd like..." Albert muttered with a roll of his eyes, “Hell, nothing I liked either..."

“Isn't that always the case? Ya'know, I worked at a place that threw pizza parties regularly," he looked around as if pizza would start falling from the ceilings, “This place could use a few more of those, don't ya think? Pizza reaallly brings a smile to the face."

“Uggghrhrghgh... what. Do. You. Want?" Albert muttered in a defeated manner, his fingers slowing up on his keyboard.

“I'm just saying you look like crap here," Oscar replied, “I know the boss guy's got you here all late at night; his best most favorite worker, clicking away on that keyboard of yours until your eyes turn red. Which..." he looked at him hard, “Think your eyes have already done that. How long have you been here?"

“Going on... thirteen hours, I think."

“Yup. Anymore of this, and you'll start bleeding out of your eyes," Oscar muttered as he tapped his shoulder, “Look, you're a hard working man, Albert. Every day you're the first person here, and every night you're the last to leave."

“What, are you my stalker or something?"

“I'm just saying, you deserve some time to unwind. Like... what do you do when you go home? Read a book? Watch the game? Get a good cold drink?" he snapped his finger, “I bet you sit there agonizing over the numbers you just got finished with, sweating bullets and hoping all your hard work will get you a promotion or something like that."

“Well... damn... I guess you're not wrong..."

“See? That's the problem?" Oscar stated with a wide spreading grin, “What you need is some down time. Go out, live a little. Get drunk. Eat a good steak. I'm just saying, that always makes me happy, heh heh!"

“Tch... look, even if I wanted to do all those things, I'm not really the most outgoing person," Albert replied, “I don't know many bars and pubs. Those places quite frankly give me a headache."

“What? And you don't have a headache now?"

“Weell..."

“I'm just saying, it's New Years. The time of resolutions and the like," Oscar replied as he gave Albert a light jab to the shoulder, “Try and live life a little different, at least today, right? You'll be back on your daily grind tomorrow! Which... huh... shit, you really do work a lot!"

“I know, I know," Albert said as he waved his hand through the air, “But... aah... fuck... like..." his eyes darted around as if trying to escape this situation, “Where would I even go on a night like this? I don't go to bars for a reason, you know..."

Oscar chuckled, finding Albert's attempt to weasel out of this situation as being rather pathetic. However, the mere fact that he was even entertaining the idea was proof enough that he was at the very least interested. Perhaps he really was just trying to get the skunk out of his hair, or maybe spending hours in front of a computer monitor was starting to wear on his mental state. Hey, no one said Albert had to go and do anything; the choice was still in his hands. But Oscar was starting to think otherwise.

“Hey, look, listen, Albert," said the wily skunk as he sauntered over towards the man's side, “There's this great place, I think you'll get a kick out of it! It's got great music, great beer, great girls, and above all, great steak!"

“Yeaaaaah... wait, aren't skunks herbi--"

“Omnivores, I'll have you know," he replied, “Besides, if you have a steak good enough, it'll make you question everything!" he patted his shoulder, “But enough about that. Are you interested in at least hearing this skunk out?"

“Haaaah... urrggh..."

Naturally being as stringent a person as he was, Albert remained on the fence. He even looked back at his computer monitor, questioning to himself if he really wanted to entertain the thought of heading out to a bar, or pub, or whatever. Then again...

A quick look out the window, and he saw here – in his home of Document City – that the streets were still alight with New Years parties. Honestly, for someone like Oscar, cleaning all of this up would make for quite the paycheck, wouldn't it? But uh... he needed to focus on himself, didn't he? And while he wasn't the most sociable of people, he could at the very least try to have fun.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained, as they always say.

“Ugh... fine..." he muttered whilst looking at the skunk beside him, “What do you have in mind?"

Oscar smiled.

…

On the streets at this time a night, he no doubt looked incredibly out of place. A human man, probably around the age of... ooh... 26 to 29? Yeah, let's say that. A human man in his late twenties, dressed in business formal attire, roaming along the sidewalk with one hand in his pocket and the other hand scratching at the nape of his neck. He looked both tired and annoyed in his blue eyes, his hair brunet and wavy, with some shaved stubble on his chin. Honestly? He was aggressively forgettable; just another body on this busy street as people indulged in another year lived.

Yeah... another year lived; they all just seem to blend together after a while, don't you agree?

Albert looked around, mentally scolding himself for even being in this area of the city. Document was known for having an equal amount of human and beastkin; 50-50 says the latest consensus. And though he had been living here for the past three years, he had yet to experience a time where the number was squarely in beastkin territory. Yeah, all around him were furs of all kinds: canids, felines, cervines, reptiles, birds, marines, you name it. Seriously, name some of them; he wasn't sure who was what after a while.

This side of the city – Stanley Avenue – was on the opposite end of where he lived. And though he could hire a taxi or ride a bus or something to get back home, he feared that he may get in too deep for his own head. Not made any better by his growing frustrations with himself. Like, why was he even here? Had he seriously taken Oscar's words so deep that it brought him to this section of Document City? Dammit, Albert, you stupid fool! You should be in bed by now!

But, hey, the skunk's words weighed heavily on his mind. Oscar was right, you know; he was just gonna go home and continue crunching numbers in his head until he finally passed out, only to wake up the next day and do the same again.

However, instead of doing that, he was scouring the side of the street in search of this place Oscar called... Hill Top Hops. The hell kind of name is that for a...

Oh? Oh! Oooooohhh...

“Dammit Oscar!" Albert shouted as he kicked at the sidewalk.

He thought Hill Top Hops was a pub, ya'know? A nice, quiet place where he could get a drink before heading off home. Instead, Albert found himself coming face to face with a massive and sprawling nightclub which was currently buzzing with New Years festivities. That fucking skunk; didn't he know Albert was the quiet type!?

But, damn, joke or not, Albert was here. He had walked all this way – by foot mind you! - to this damn place. At the very least, he could go inside and have himself a drink. And, hey, maybe a steak too, since Oscar praised it so damn much. But come the next time he saw the skunk, he was going to give him a piece of his damn mind!

Getting into the club was easy. Guess with it being New Years, there were no bouncers to keep people outside. Or maybe it's because it was New Years that the bouncers were inside, trying to keep the peace with the no doubt plethora of drunk people within. Not that Albert particularly cared; he just walked straight up to the bar counter, sat his ass down, groaned, then said--

“Give me scotch. Whatever the best you got. I can pay for it."

The bar keep – a rather gruff looking hawk – eyed Albert up and down. A human guy out here at this time of night? In those kinds of clothes? Yeah, he most certainly could pay for it. So the hawk nodded and silently went about to find the best scotch he could. As for Albert, he looked at his surroundings, getting a general feel for this 'Hill Top Hops'.

The thumping of the music was loud, the beat flowing through his body as it played whatever was today's most popular tunes. It urged people to dance, and that's what they did here; dance and dance and dance until their bodies were melding together in a frenetic mess. It was dark, but the lights from the stage and overhead was enough to illuminate the area, especially here at the bar counter. When it did – when those lovely colors illuminated the space around him – he could see her.

She was... tiny. Very tiny. Like... she would barely come up to his hip, just a bit taller than that, he'd say. Because of that, it made him wonder if she was actually younger than she should be for an adult club like this. But uh... one look down at her chest would say otherwise.

To say she was stacked would be an understatement. Like, damn, easily the largest chest he's ever seen, especially on a girl of her diminutive height. Look, he's no lecherous ogler or anything like that, but damn, her bust size was probably the first thing you'd notice about her!

The next thing you'd notice? Her species. She had mocha brown fur that covered her from head to toe, hair that was golden blonde though with black streaks running through it. So... wait, was it blonde with black streaks? Or black with blonde streaks? It came fluttering over the front of her head like the drapes of a curtain, and fell in wavy manner along her back as well. She had rounded cheeks and wide eyes, not to mention these buck front teeth that extended cutely out of her mouth. What species was she? Albert wasn't sure... he'd say a squirrel or a chipmunk, but he's no biologist.

Seemingly a typical party goer, the sciuridae wore a button-up blue shirt that exposed a fair amount of cleavage, not to mention the edges of her lacy bra. Her short black miniskirt showed off her plump legs, while her cute midsection glowed. She also had a black vest dangling on her shoulders, giving her a somewhat badgirl vibe. Couple that with the black lipstick on her lips and the purple eye shadow, and this feeling was only exacerbated.

If only it didn't clash with her... everything else.

When Albert looked at her, he did not see a taunting seductress or an elegant woman, but a cute young girl. Her eyes were green and wide, clear and soft, and her cute, rounded features clashed with her overall aesthetic. She looked less like a cool girl, and instead like a demure one who was merely trying to look cool.

That's a lot to take in for what only went by for a few seconds... guess Albert's mathematical mind was working overtime. Alas, it was no more than a passing glance... or so he thought. It wasn't until a few more seconds passed that he realized she was staring back at him. In fact, she had been staring back for as long as he'd been staring at her.

A blush formed on his cheeks as realization struck him, just when a few big bodies passed by. And once they did... she was gone.

“Your scotch, sir," said the hawk behind the counter.

“Oh... hrrgh... right," muttered Albert as he looked at the cup of scotch before him, a smile spreading out on his lips.

Hey, this is the gentleman's alcohol... or at least that's what his dad typically said. Bringing it up to his lips, Albert took a few swigs, trying to push out the thoughts of the girl he just saw. Instead, that only caused said thoughts to balloon. Who was she? Where did she come from? Was she just enjoying her time here? Oh, why bother with this anyway? She was just a random nobody at a club; he'd forget her soon enough.

Well, usually...

“Hey!" a cute, feminine voice echoed from his side.

Albert looked over, his blue eyes growing wide. There she was; the girl he was just looking at seconds ago. Those clear green eyes stared at him, the cute rounded cheeks, this expression that was young and docile. Having it look at him was like staring into the face of curious child. Well... save for her chest of course. Speaking of which...

“Hey, Mister. Buy something for me!" said the young woman as she suddenly clung to Albert's arm.

On one hand, her bosom felt incredibly soft against his arm. On the other hand...

“What? No, fuck off!" snapped Albert in a snarling manner, causing the girl to pull back.

But she didn't pull back fully, no, just pulling away far enough to stare him in the face. She didn't appear angered or put off by his response, instead giving him that same wide look. That is until her eyes slid into sassy glares, her teeth curling into an equally as saucy grin that spread out upon her cheeks.

“Are you suuuuurree!?" she asked, taking Albert aback, “Don't you wanna buy a cute girl like me something to drink? I promise, it'll be fun!"

What did he peg her as being before? Demure or something like that? Clearly he was wrong; she was far more peppy than that!

“You looked so alone there, I thought I'd give you some company~!" said the squirrel... err... chimpunk... ugh... sciuridae as she snuggled up close to him once again, “Aren't you happy a cute girl like me decided to brighten the night of a grumpy grump like you? So you should thank me by buying something for me!"

Great, not only was she peppy, but she was overbearing as well! Dammit, Oscar! It's his fault he's in this mess!

“Won't you go away?" Albert groaned, which only brought forth a cute churring noise from the girl's lips.

“Is that anyway to talk to someone who wants to hang out with you?" she replied, as if he asked her to join her, “I take time out of my New Year to sit here with you. So I think you should buy me something. Something like... like... hmmm..." she gazed ahead to all the drinks in front of them, “Oh! That one! The pretty blue one!" she looked back at him, “Like your eyes!"

“Like... my... eyes?" he replied.

Perhaps he was reading too deep into that comment, something he himself realized as he blushed then groaned. Albert's frustrations was already starting to spike, but when he looked back at the girl beside him, her wide eyes and beaming smile caused him to relax. He was still annoyed with her however, but at the very least he was willing to entertain this for a little while longer.

“Will buying you that drink get you away from me?" Albert asked, to which the girl shrugged her shoulders.

“I don't know... maybe! Chchchchch! Maybe not!"

Either he was a fool, or he hopelessly believed she would go away if he got her the drink. So, pointing forward, Albert nodded and called out to the bartender.

“Hey... barkeep. Get the girl her drink. The uh... pretty blue one."

“Pretty like his eyes!" she added on, which only made his blushing face grow even more heated.

Her giggles filled the air, while the bird bartender made a mocking kissy face in their direction. Nevertheless, he turned around and grabbed the blue colored drink, which must have been some high-class wine or something. Already Albert was shivering from the mere thought of his paycheck, even though he only bought two drinks!

Still, he didn't stop the bartender, watching as he poured a glass for the girl at his side. She was quick to grab it, though she continued clinging to Albert's arm, her big tail bouncing. Bringing the drink up to her lips, she showed no etiquette in the art of wine tasting, quickly taking sip after sip of the drink before it was all gone. Albert was left mystified by this spunky girl, who seemed no worse for wear after downing the entire glass in an instant.

“Oof... not half bad... kinda berry tasting... like uh..." she shrugged her shoulders, “Heh... guess blue berries. Kinda on the nose, ain't it?" she looked back at Albert, suddenly tugging on his arm again, “Hey, Mister, come on! Dance with me!"

“What? I haven't even finished my scotch yet!" Albert replied, drawing her eyes to his glass.

And to continue proving how bold she was, the young sciuridae grabbed his cup, bringing it over to her lips where she downed it just as fast as she did her own wine. Once more Albert's eyes doubled in size from how brazen she was being, and once again, she didn't look too bothered by it. Did she have an iron gut or something; scotch isn't an easy drink to just down like that!

“There! Now you have no more drink!" she said with a teasing grin on her lips, “Hey, hey, Mister! Pay for the drinks and let's dance! Igor won't like it if you try to skip out on your tab!"

“I-Igor?" replied Albert.

“That would be me," said the big hawk of a bartender, “And she's right."

“Uhhh... ooookaaay..." Albert muttered.

With the girl giggling at his side, he whipped out his wallet, dropping down a one hundred dollar bill. That was enough to make the girl stop giggling... but only for a few seconds before it started up again.

“Ugh... go ahead and keep the change," Albert said as the bartender grabbed the bill.

“'Kay, 'kay! Great! Let's go, let's go!" said the girl as she began pulling on his arm.

“I'm coming, I'm coming!" he groaned back.

Somehow in someway, Albert found himself being tugged to the center of the nightclub, his face so clearly annoyed. This spunky little girl was tugging him around like an over sized doll, and he was just letting her do it. Why? Was he secretly having fun? Well... he wasn't sure about that. But she did have this magnetizing aura to her, even if he himself didn't want to admit to it.

Didn't matter, because now here they were, standing on the dance floor with a lot of other people all around them. Albert wasn't really paying attention to them, his eyes naturally attracted to the sciuridae who turned around to face him. Smiling still as the music began to pick up in tempo, she began shaking her hips left and right quickly, her arms pumping up and down while her big tail bounced. Meanwhile Albert stood there, erect like a statue, his annoyance blatant on his face as he looked down upon her. Which, seriously, did that only entertain her? Because her smile continued growing even as he looked utterly irritate with the situation.

“Are you having fun?" Albert even asked through gritted teeth, which made the girl giggle.

“Chchchchc! Uh-huh! I'm having a blast!" she replied with her hips still rocking, “What about you, Mister? Are you having fun?"

“Do I look like I'm having fun, you little minx?"

“Chchchchch! I'm no mink! I'm a squirrel! A tree squirrel, to be exact!" she replied whilst shooting him a wide smile, “And if you loosened up a little bit, I bet you'd start having a blast! C'mon! Start dancing!"

Albert groaned from such a request, but then she grabbed him by his jacket. Her fingers pressed into his formal clothing, stroking down it, before sliding over towards the tie he wore. Without saying a word, she undid it, freeing it from his neck and releasing a sigh he didn't know he was holding. The sound of it tickled her sensitive ears, her once wide smile receding into something more restrained.

“Chchchch... I knew you could unwind," she stated, “I like older men like you. You're all so big and grumpy, but enough prodding and you calm down. It's fun, isn't it?"

“Tch... I'm not that old.. I can't be older than you by like... five years, I guess..."

“Ew, that's super old, by the way," the squirrel replied with a flirtatious wink.

She kept dancing, swaying her hips left and right while Albert remained rigid and still. But that didn't seem to bother the squirrel, whose smile remained strong as she continued dancing with him. As things went on however, the music started to slow in tempo, moving away from the frenetic speed and into something more slow and subdued. Which naturally meant...

“Nnmmm...?"

The girl leaned in to him, pressing her chest up to his body as her arms wrapped around his body. It was like a hug yes, but she kept moving to the beat of the music. Guess with their size difference, this hug was the best she could manage.

Still – and much to Albert's own surprise – he started clinging back to her. She stared up into his blue eyes, not saying a word as she continued smiling up at him. Albert's own expression began drifting away from his annoyed scowl, though he looked to be at odds with himself. It was like he was trying to hold back from enjoying this, something that was not lost on her.

But she didn't say a word, instead swaying her hips around and around until turning fully. Her back to his chest, her tail sprung up, and her buttocks pressing against his pelvis, the girl continued her sensual dance, much to Albert's growing discomfort. Or... was it discomfort? Look, he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it, but he didn't know why he didn't like it. It's like... he just didn't want to like it, if that makes any sense.

Didn't stop the squirrel, who continued grinding her buttocks to his pelvis, her tail coming up to brush along his chin, all as a blissful smile adorned her cute lips. She really could move... he just wished he could appreciate it more.

“It's okay to have fun, Mister," she suddenly said, her voice though low, somehow echoing over the music and the people around them, “You can dance. You can drink. You can fuck even. It's alright to have fun."

“Have too much of it though and... hnn... bad things happen," Albert muttered.

“Chchchchch... everything has to be in moderation. That includes work you know," she replied, taking him off guard, “What's the point of life if you work yourself to death? I don't think that's worth living either."

“Haah... what are you...?"

His voice trailed off and she turned around again, the music so slow and so melodious, he almost didn't hear it. The squirrel's eyes met his eyes; blue on green as all of life seemed to no longer matter. She looked at him with that smile resting on her cheeks, and he looked back as if he was questioning all of reality.

Just who is this girl who suddenly barged her way into his life? He could no longer write her off as nothing more than a random party goer, not after this. Albert struggled to speak as she stared at him, while her hands reached up. The soft and smooth pads of her hands gently stroked along his cheeks, bringing him in close.

Her nose met his nose. And she asked...

“Won't you relax a little bit more, Mister...?"

It took him a few moments to realize what she was asking.

“Albert... Albert Dorian..."

“Chchchch... yeah... relax a little bit, Mister... 'kay?"

He must have been hooked, because he simply replied with--

“'Kay..."

Chu...

It was soft, it was brief, and it was chaste. Hell, it happened so quick, he almost didn't realize it occurred at all. This girl – whoever she was – kissed him; her lips to his lips. His eyes closed shut, and all of time seemed to have stopped for the briefest of moments. But then – when he reopened his eyes – he found her arms pulling off.

There she was going; the mysterious young squirrel with the beaming face that could light up a room. She moved away from Albert, with him remaining immobile, watching as she walked back, step... after step... after step...

Bodies moved in the way, and with her being so small... she practically vanished. The words of the music played into his ears.

If you wanna make the world a better place, Take a look at yourself and make the change!

…

Ya'know, he thought that the streets would be... relatively clean of grime and trash by now. Guess he misjudged how crazy New Years celebrations can be.

With one hand in his pocket and the other hand casually flipping through videos on his smartphone, Albert walked down the sidewalk on a glowing sunny day. It was the fifth of January in this glittering new year, and his first day off at that. A day to do whatever he wanted.

So gone was his business formal, instead wearing jeans, a white shirt and his favorite puffy orange jacket. However, there was this different air about Albert today, brought on by his run in with that mysterious girl the other night. He could still hear her spunky voice, could feel her body against his, and yes, could very much imagine that bust of hers.

However, it was her words that stuck out the most to him. The desire to see him relax a little, as if his well-being mattered to her. Albert didn't know what to make of it, though it did cause him to reflect on his life and how diligently he worked at almost all hours of the day. Numbers this, numbers that, finances, finances, finances.

He was starting to dream about numbers now.

But... maybe he should have taken her words more seriously. No one said he had change to everything immediately. A step here, a step there, relax and unwind. Take days off, do something new; that stuff. So... that's what he was doing. He was going somewhere he'd never gone to before, but thought of often.

Victorian Cafe.

It was kind of a high-class experience this side of Document City, known for its antiquated architecture, its amazing drinks... and something else. For when you walk inside, the first thing you hear is--

“Good morning, Master!"

Yeah, it was a maid cafe, meaning that all the waitresses here were dressed like French maids, young and old. Most of the men here (which were typically older men for... obvious reasons) were dressed formally themselves, making Albert the odd one out. Honestly, gazing at it all made him reel a bit and second guess himself. But, no, he was here now! Best to at least enjoy it.

He was given a booth this early in the morning, a window side seat. The head waitress told him he would be joined by a maid soon who would take his order, giving him time to just sit there. So leering out the window as cars passed by, Albert's mind drifted elsewhere.

Could he really do it? Could he really take her words to heart? Relax? Unwind? Change his life so that he didn't work himself into an early grave? It would be difficult, but he was already starting to do so, right? Sitting here in this cafe he'd always wanted to try, Albert let a smile spread out on his face. Yeah, he could do it.

“Gotta make that change," he whispered to himself as his maid finally arrived.

“Mister Dorian~! Chchchchch!"