Charlie, Part Two
The sun filtered in through the blinds, casting its light directly on the sleeping tiger's face. A few groans were heard, made in sleepy protest. Charlie's eyes slowly opened, and with a stretch and yawn he was awake. Resting his hand on his forehead,...
Charlie, Part One
His eyes were locked on the young tiger sitting alone at the bar. His mouth was open in a toothy grin, parting on occasion to allow his tongue to run across his lips. A low growl escaped his throat as the young man nursed his drink, his thin striped...