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Fangtasia II, Night
Eric paid the driver as he climbed out of the taxi. He held the leash as Mouse bounded out after him. He smiled as the yellow car rocked with the disembarking dog. He closed the door and crossed the empty parking lot.
Mouse pulled at his leather tether until his nose could sniff the asphalt. He smelled around the outer circle of Midnight’s ward for a good minute before Eric crossed over the threshold to tug him along. As he mounted the steps, he could hear Pam through the open, front doors.
“No.”
“Good evening, Pam.”
“No.” She walked away from the newly hired staff standing in a circle around one of the tables. Each human in their jeans, tee shirts and pierces all shuffled and casted eyes downward when Eric entered. He didn’t acknowledge their act of servitude or their existence. He smiled at Pam when she announced, “You’re not bringing that thing in here. We open in less than a week.”
“How are things?”
“God damn it, Eric. What are you? His fucking dog sitter now?”
The only response to her tirade was a quiet snort. Eric stepped around Pam and walked into the back without looking back. Once in his office, he dropped the leash to let Mouse have a look around while he went over the pile of paperwork left on his desk. He signed what needed to be signed and sorted what needed to be sorted. He made notes on the opening’s invitation list to make sure Harry received an invite.
He made a few phone calls. Sookie chewed his ear off, but he reassured her that he was all right. She commented that he sounded different, but Eric played it off easily enough. The conversation was short and Eric said goodbye. He called to check on the original Fangtasia. A voice mail was left for Stan Davis.
“Okay, Mouse, you ready to go to work?”
The dog cocked his head at Eric. He opened the door and followed Mouse out. With his “off the leash”, more than a few new employees looked rather worried. One young woman with the least amount of piercing and tattoos grabbed the arm of the man standing next to her.
Mouse sniffed around. He lolled his tongue with what seemed to be a smile at Pam after smelling her shoes. With one look at the dog, she eyed Eric while continuing on with her presentation. Eric walked over to the clean bar and swatted down.
“Come here, boy. I need to you help me find someone. Can you find the gun? Find the person who was holding the gun.”
With his head dropped and his tail down, the dog stared up at Eric. “Three people where here. I need to find the one who shot the gun. Can you find him?”
After another pass through the bar, Mouse barked once. Eric grabbed his leash and let the dog pull him out of the bar. He passed Midnight and John on the way in.
Mouse pulled at his leather tether until his nose could sniff the asphalt. He smelled around the outer circle of Midnight’s ward for a good minute before Eric crossed over the threshold to tug him along. As he mounted the steps, he could hear Pam through the open, front doors.
“No.”
“Good evening, Pam.”
“No.” She walked away from the newly hired staff standing in a circle around one of the tables. Each human in their jeans, tee shirts and pierces all shuffled and casted eyes downward when Eric entered. He didn’t acknowledge their act of servitude or their existence. He smiled at Pam when she announced, “You’re not bringing that thing in here. We open in less than a week.”
“How are things?”
“God damn it, Eric. What are you? His fucking dog sitter now?”
The only response to her tirade was a quiet snort. Eric stepped around Pam and walked into the back without looking back. Once in his office, he dropped the leash to let Mouse have a look around while he went over the pile of paperwork left on his desk. He signed what needed to be signed and sorted what needed to be sorted. He made notes on the opening’s invitation list to make sure Harry received an invite.
He made a few phone calls. Sookie chewed his ear off, but he reassured her that he was all right. She commented that he sounded different, but Eric played it off easily enough. The conversation was short and Eric said goodbye. He called to check on the original Fangtasia. A voice mail was left for Stan Davis.
“Okay, Mouse, you ready to go to work?”
The dog cocked his head at Eric. He opened the door and followed Mouse out. With his “off the leash”, more than a few new employees looked rather worried. One young woman with the least amount of piercing and tattoos grabbed the arm of the man standing next to her.
Mouse sniffed around. He lolled his tongue with what seemed to be a smile at Pam after smelling her shoes. With one look at the dog, she eyed Eric while continuing on with her presentation. Eric walked over to the clean bar and swatted down.
“Come here, boy. I need to you help me find someone. Can you find the gun? Find the person who was holding the gun.”
With his head dropped and his tail down, the dog stared up at Eric. “Three people where here. I need to find the one who shot the gun. Can you find him?”
After another pass through the bar, Mouse barked once. Eric grabbed his leash and let the dog pull him out of the bar. He passed Midnight and John on the way in.