Hunter (bewarethehunter) wrote in thedcverse, @ 2023-04-09 07:11:00 |
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"Jenson Small Animal Clinic," Hunter proudly said aloud. "Don't you love the sound?" Hunt asked her technician, Harry. "I'm still not sure Gotham is the right place for me, taking over the practice was the right price, it was too good to be true," she gave Harry a half-smile already regretting the move. "If you don't mind, would you put up the 'No Snakes' sign? If we don't get up before we open, just my luck someone will bring in a big one. Once you do that, you can go, just be here tomorrow for the grand opening." Hunter made her way through empty boxes stacked in columns creating a narrow path to her office. "Hey, I need the guys to get rid of all this cardboard tonight." Hunter worked on the few loose ends that needed completion before opening. Stretching, she left her desk chair, turned off the lights, and walked out of her office shutting the door. Smiling, she was proud of her staff, all the boxes were gone. The place looked great, they'd all accomplished a lot in three days. Walking through the atrium, she stopped at the door to her residence, pressing her thumb on the lock so it clicked. Bailey began his own form of a happy howl. Walking inside, her familiar ran through her feet, almost making her trip. "Bad fox," she laughed waggling her index finger at him. "Okay, okay," she laughed, "it's coming right now!" When she said the word "now," she placed his food dish on the floor. Scarfing his food, it wasn't long until Bailey joined his witch in her bedroom, hopping up on the bed, the red fox twirled three times before settling down. "How do I look?" Hunter asked her pet. Bailey lay curled up sleeping with his tail next to his head. It took Hunter ten minutes to head back into the clinic, turning off lights as she went. Stepping out into the Spring air, it was a warm night. Walking in the moonlight, she thought how perfect it would be to dance with someone. The wind through the tree would serve as the music and the stars the lighting. Unfortunately, Hunt didn't know a soul but her staff. They were all happily married men. She learned a long time ago she hated working with women. It wasn't far from the local bar. The heavy wooden door creaked as she opened it. Taking a bar stool next to the end, she felt too many sets of eyes boring into her back. 'Great,' she thought. When the bartender came to take her order, she ordered a Vodka Collins. While waiting for her drink, the bartender put out a big bowl of pretzels. Hunter picked up a few pieces and began eating one. Behind her, the bell on the door jingled alerting the staff to another new customer entering the bar. © tessisamess |