Months pass by rather quickly and it the seasons seem to change as if over night. The sweltering summer heat practically bakes Angel as he sits on the bed waiting for Brandy one morning. "Mrow!" Brandy pulls her hair back into a ponytail.
"I need to get you a trim; don't I big guy?" she says turning around. "I need a trim or a haircut, too." As she bends over to pick up Angel a drop of sweat falls from her forehead to his fur."Oops! I guess it's a lot hotter than I thought." Angel shakes his head. "Maybe I can convince Sid to let me wear a bit shorter skirt."
Angel purrs softly as Brandy picks him up to make their way to the kitchen. "Let's see what kind of cool, refreshing breakfast we can have this morning." Brandy places Angel on the kitchen floor upon their arrival. Angel surveys the kitchen for a shady spot as Brandy makes her way to the pantry.
"Well, let's see here. I have apples, canned tuna, some pre-packed cat food..." Brandy's voice trails off as she notices that Angel has now made his way in front of her. He brushes up against her legs."Okay, let's just pick out some cat food and I'll make myself some sort of fruit salad." Angel hums.
As Brandy and Angel eat their breakfasts, Brandy looks out the window and hears a long whistle of an incoming ship. "Wonder who this ship is bringing in," Brandy says.
"Meow," Angel replies.
"You're right; probably another lonely sailor who hasn't seen his home in months." Angel returns to his food as if unimpressed. "I suppose I'll be hearing from another sailor who doesn't want to return home, too. They're mostly the same, Angel. They come to our town from various places and don't want to return home or they come in just looking to get drunk and forget about their troubles before returning to the sea. Each one, either 'cause they're drunk or just flirting, will tell me I'd make a wonderful wife or am some sort of siren pulling them away from the ocean." Angel jumps up on the table near Brandy and sits down as if listening intently. "Just once I'd love to hear someone who has an interesting story to tell and is actually pleasant to look at. Maybe he'd even stay longer than a couple days." She turns and looks at Angel. "Whom I kidding? That'd never happen."
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A Fine Girl
General Fiction(Inspired by the song: Brandy by Looking Glass) A barmaid is comfortable with her lifestyle, but a sailor from the north of Spain challenges that.
