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“Ma’am?”
Kitty looked up from her accounting. The Sphinx wasn’t a large creature, about the size of a housecat, but the elegant human face emerging from a ruff of white fur had a commanding air. She was the proprietor of the finest cat house at the edge of the fae woods…that just happened to be run by actual cats. Kitty’s was known for its exotic fare, both of the bedroom and culinary variety, and its expensive rooms. Kitty herself was almost as infamous as some of the exploits in those rooms. She blinked painted eyelids at the fellow Sphinx nervously shifting her paws on Kitty’s expensive office carpet.
“Yes?” She tucked the quill back into its ink pot, examining her paws for spots.
“He’s back. And he’s refusing to leave this time. I…the staff…”
Kitty gave an exasperated sigh, flicking her fluffy tail. “I’ll handle it. Tell the girls to leave him alone and the guards not to bother him. You didn’t give him any whiskey did you?” She asked, leaping down from her mahogany desk.
“Give is a rather strong word-“
Kitty rolled her eyes and pushed past the little grey cat, trotting out of her office and down the carpeted stairs and into the marble lobby. Plush couches held clients waiting to check in at the front desk, a rather long line considering the commotion down the hallway in their lounge. Kitty flicked an ear in irritation and smiled to the line of clients. “Someone will be along shortly to check you in, we appreciate your patience.” She said brightly as she trotted past. Out of eyesight, she broke into a run.
How dare he make her do something so unladylike!
The lounge was a huge room flanked by large glass windows overlooking the garden. It let in streams of natural light, splashing the rosewood bar and casting amber refractions off the bottles. The bartender was leaned against the wood, arguing with a skinny, short looking man dressed in simple woolen clothing. Joseph Meier, despite having enough cash to buy the place as a vacation home, was never one for ostentatious clothing. His black suit and vest were simple, patched, and worn.
Kitty pinned her ears back as she saw the empty bottles at his elbow. How much had he drank?
“-give a shit what you think my limit is!” Joseph snarled viciously at the bartender, slender fingers hooked around the neck of a whiskey bottle. “I paid for it, leave it!”
“Lord Meier.” Kitty snapped out sharply, leaping onto a barstool and up to the counter. “I think you’ve had quite enough. If your leg is bothering you, I am quite happy to offer our masseuse-“
“Fuck your masseuse.” Joseph grumbled. He yanked the bottle away from the bartender with a sharp tug and poured a generous helping into the crystal tumbler in front of him. “Just leave it alone, Kitty. It’s my anniversary.”
That explained the mood. Kitty sighed, and reached out to set a paw on his arm. “Drink as much as you need. I’ll have someone carry you up. Do you want the bar to yourself?”
“No need.” Joseph shrugged, and took a sip. “Just…let me stay here tonight.”
“I’ll have your normal room prepared.” Kitty leapt down, and wandered back toward the front of house. She snagged a servant passing by, a little Russian blue with a basket of soap in her teeth. Headed to the baths no doubt. “Have Lord Meier’s room prepared, a bath drawn, and a case of whiskey sent to the room. We’re in for a long evening.”
Kitty looked up from her accounting. The Sphinx wasn’t a large creature, about the size of a housecat, but the elegant human face emerging from a ruff of white fur had a commanding air. She was the proprietor of the finest cat house at the edge of the fae woods…that just happened to be run by actual cats. Kitty’s was known for its exotic fare, both of the bedroom and culinary variety, and its expensive rooms. Kitty herself was almost as infamous as some of the exploits in those rooms. She blinked painted eyelids at the fellow Sphinx nervously shifting her paws on Kitty’s expensive office carpet.
“Yes?” She tucked the quill back into its ink pot, examining her paws for spots.
“He’s back. And he’s refusing to leave this time. I…the staff…”
Kitty gave an exasperated sigh, flicking her fluffy tail. “I’ll handle it. Tell the girls to leave him alone and the guards not to bother him. You didn’t give him any whiskey did you?” She asked, leaping down from her mahogany desk.
“Give is a rather strong word-“
Kitty rolled her eyes and pushed past the little grey cat, trotting out of her office and down the carpeted stairs and into the marble lobby. Plush couches held clients waiting to check in at the front desk, a rather long line considering the commotion down the hallway in their lounge. Kitty flicked an ear in irritation and smiled to the line of clients. “Someone will be along shortly to check you in, we appreciate your patience.” She said brightly as she trotted past. Out of eyesight, she broke into a run.
How dare he make her do something so unladylike!
The lounge was a huge room flanked by large glass windows overlooking the garden. It let in streams of natural light, splashing the rosewood bar and casting amber refractions off the bottles. The bartender was leaned against the wood, arguing with a skinny, short looking man dressed in simple woolen clothing. Joseph Meier, despite having enough cash to buy the place as a vacation home, was never one for ostentatious clothing. His black suit and vest were simple, patched, and worn.
Kitty pinned her ears back as she saw the empty bottles at his elbow. How much had he drank?
“-give a shit what you think my limit is!” Joseph snarled viciously at the bartender, slender fingers hooked around the neck of a whiskey bottle. “I paid for it, leave it!”
“Lord Meier.” Kitty snapped out sharply, leaping onto a barstool and up to the counter. “I think you’ve had quite enough. If your leg is bothering you, I am quite happy to offer our masseuse-“
“Fuck your masseuse.” Joseph grumbled. He yanked the bottle away from the bartender with a sharp tug and poured a generous helping into the crystal tumbler in front of him. “Just leave it alone, Kitty. It’s my anniversary.”
That explained the mood. Kitty sighed, and reached out to set a paw on his arm. “Drink as much as you need. I’ll have someone carry you up. Do you want the bar to yourself?”
“No need.” Joseph shrugged, and took a sip. “Just…let me stay here tonight.”
“I’ll have your normal room prepared.” Kitty leapt down, and wandered back toward the front of house. She snagged a servant passing by, a little Russian blue with a basket of soap in her teeth. Headed to the baths no doubt. “Have Lord Meier’s room prepared, a bath drawn, and a case of whiskey sent to the room. We’re in for a long evening.”