Your Last Wish

Chapter 2

  (On the night of the party)             

              "Puss hosted a party at the Governors'!?" you asked. The bartender nodded. "You gotta come, Y/N! The whole towns coming!" he begged. You waved him away. "I gotta stay here. Make sure no one wants a drink. I'll join when I'm sure no one's here." you promised. He sighed as he picked up his rag and tossed it to you. You smiled as he left the tavern. You turned your head to the pile of alcohol stained glasses protruding from the sink. You sighed. This was going to be a long night.

(Time skip brought to you by Perrito eating his tuna fish sandwich!)

            2 glasses left. You heard a creak from the front door. You poked your head out the arch of the kitchen. No one was there. Only the creaking door of the tavern. You shrugged.

            You turned to the cupboard as you started to put the glasses away. "Do you have any wine?" a gruff but sultry voice asked. 

             You jolted up from the cupboard as you accidently dropped one of the glasses, shattering into a million pieces. A squeak escaped your mouth as you turned to the voice, grasping the table behind you. 

              "Oh sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." he said. You didn't know what to expect but it wasn't a wolf. He wore a black hood to conceal his face. His shorts contained two sickles on his belt and he towered over you even when sitting. His blood red eyes bore into your E/C ones. For once in your life you felt something you hadn't felt in a while...fear. 

              His tongue grazed across his nose then back into his mouth while he looked at you for an answer. You nodded your head vigorously as you crouched to pick up the glass pieces. "Ye-yes, we have wine. What kind would you like?" you asked. You sat up to see him pluck a bottle from a wooden box below the table, "Whatever kind best." he answered. He unscrewed the cork and took a strong gulpe from the bottle. Stay calm.

              "What brings you to Del Mar?" you asked, throwing the shards into the trash. "Ah, I'm following someone. You haven't happened to see him, have you?" he smirked, pulling out a piece of paper. 

              Your hip leaned against the table as you looked down to read the paper. On the cover of it was a orange cat with boots, with bold letters Dead or Alive. You concealed your concern as you swallowed the lump in your throat that started to form. "I...uh...." your eyes moved from one place to another, thinking of what to say. "Tick tock, chica." he purred, his nail tapping the word Dead repeatedly.

(465 word count, hope you guys enjoy it!)