A Day in the Life of Fausk, Part 4

9:57 PM

The faux fox slowly steps through into the bar, and immediately was grabbed from behind. A gruff voice growled out to her, "Hey, miss, you're far too young to be in here!"

Fausk grunted at the sudden grasp at her, reaching up to grasp at the hands around her, "Get your hands off me, I know the owner here!" Almost instantly, the hands released her and she turned around and her already frustrated and disappointed face became even more cross, ears flattening even more as her scowl narrowed and she glared at the figure behind her, "Tesla!"

The wild dog/wild cat hybrid just tilted his head upward and laughed a bit as he pushed past her towards the bar, "Cat's got claws." All that got was her stiff, evil eye glare to follow him. Tesla walked over to the fox sitting at the bar and sat to his left, giving him a half hug, with one arm, before putting both arms on the bar counter.

Roth shook his head some and rolled his eyes, taking another shot of alcohol before he turns to look at Fausk and waves her over, "Come on, kiddo. Gotta celebrate tonight, no grumpy guys allowed." He turned back to the bar and put both of his arms over the top of it, leaning heavily against it.

Tesla just smirked and glanced back over his shoulder, just smirking a bit as the faux fox slowly moved up and sat down to Roth's right. "Well, since we're all here now, I guess I'll start the celebrations off right." The cocky creature stood up and held his glass high, "What better place to celebrate a bouncer's birthday, than at the bar where he works, with free drinks for him and his friends!" Tesla laughed again and just downed his most recent drink and sat back down, setting the glass back down.

Fausk, seeming not to be in the best mood for celebrating, simply pulled her sweatshirt tighter around her, keeping her arms folded over her chest, but she seemed less pissed off now, and more depressed. Roth, downing another shot, glanced over at her and just put an arm around her now, leaning in close, "Hey, y'know, I was only kidding this morning, I'm not gonna kick you out or anything, you've got nothing to worry about." Fausk nodded quietly and just looked down at her feet.

She finally spoke up, "Mr. Bristow showed up again today." Roth nodded quietly and just ordered another couple shots making sure that Fausk got one as well. She grabbed the shot and downed it almost before the bartender set it down. Underage drinking wasn't anything different in the slums down here, so no one paid any mind. Not that they wanted to answer to Roth either, not that he was the owner, just the bouncer no one wanted to mess with.

"He's a customer, Fausk, those lingering feelings of recognition are nothing, it's just that deja vu feeling you get. Probably because he comes around every week." Roth, trying his best to console her.

Tesla leaned over towards the conversation, already seeming rather drunk, "Yeah, he's a stalker, he's coming to get you Fausk!"

Roth grumbled and turned back to Tesla and punched him square in the jaw, causing more laughter from Tesla who just shook his head and downed a couple more shots, too drunk to notice the pain at the moment. The charcoal fox sighed and just looked back at Fausk and ruffled her hair, "Celebration, no sad faces, we can talk about it more tomorrow." He smirks and takes another shot of his own.

Fausk nodded a bit, as the next shot came over, clinking the glass against Roth's shot glass gently, holding it close to her mouth, "Happy birthday, Roth."