<blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>She grinned. It was a very wolfish grin. The kind of wolfish grin that they showed in the books to educate fairytale wolves. "I certainly do. Low and scruffy is my specialty! Follow me." She walked off, at a surprising speed for someone of her "stature". A few blocks down the road and you could already hear the shouting and smell the smoke. </div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Hmm... a de-militarized zone. Classy!" grinned Ptricia.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>Soon, they arrived at a bar with a largely busted neon sign that at some point used to say "The Stuffed Dragon", with a picture of a dragon flicking humans into his mouth using his tail, one paw resting on his belly. "The bar staff know me in here, the drink's cheap and plentiful, it's all good. Oh, and watch out for the gropers." She snickered wryly, before opening the door and carefully navigating her way up to the bar, giving a couple of smacks when they were deserved on the way, and hopping up onto a bar stool, where a grizzled alligator nodded, mouth turning up into a grin which displayed his charming Chelsea Smile. "Rayn. Pleasure to see you. The usual, I suppose? And your friend here's having...?"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>As Rayn warned her about wandering fingers, Ptricia's cheetah tail appeared, a hole appearing in the back of her jeans to accomodate it. Combined with a minor sensory awareness spell, it meant any guy foolish enough to make a grasp for the sphinx's buns ended up having their hand intercepted by a stinging tail swipe, ande a "Naughty naughty!" from Ptricia.<br/><br/>At the bar, Ptricia mused briefly. "Catnip mouse if you can make it, whatever Rayn's having, otherwise."<br/><br/>She turned to the wolfess. "So, what _are_ you having? Apart from a second course?" She glanced down at Rayn's bulge.