Loaf's Cafe: The Revamped Version

Epilogue

Welcome to Varmit State, a country more diverse than the others, home to all types of animals and more recently, other kinds! Aliens and the such. There's nothing better than living here.

Is what I'd say if i were an upperclassman. Ever since the "HEADMASTERS" took over all the rights to the land and started to rank animals because of stereotypes and power, our once wonderful state became divided, the upperclassmen living in the better...richer...more friendly and powerfully protected section now known as the "Capital", and the rest of us have the rest of the land, which would sound nice if we still had most of our rights.

You see, most "underdog" Varmit citizens have to fight their way to the top, in terms of jobs, housing and building, weaponry and so much more. Without a certified ID card from the "Capital", you're basically on your own. So many of us including myself had our hopes and dreams of starting a business or working freelance ripped away from us 10 years ago. Unfortunately, that just means those who are now young adults or want to start have to travel all the way to the "Capital" and risk their lives to get it. My twin Meercow was lucky enough to be able to study abroad the North without getting killed, she probably has a better chance at making a difference than me. Dropped out of high school 4 years after the segregation, lost my best friend in the midst of it and worked in a gang ring for the rest of my teenage years because I had no other chance at surviving. 

I'm now 22 years old, wanting to start my own cafe in the very middle of Downtown Beasts. Ive done everything i needed, bought a building from the heists i did on the side, revamped it from the outside in and everything is pretty much done. Business started out great, until i realised how unsafe my environment was. I was delusional, from the ripe age of 16 i wanted to be a part of the "head gang of the north", hence why I worked at the gang rings. It worked for a while, i got training and weaponry and most of all respect. But at 17, a raid done by the "Captial's guards" took everything away from me, its the same day i lost my chosen family, my best friend and the day my twin officially changed cities. I wanted my vendetta against the "capital"  for years so I continued to join gangs and earn enough respect, but they all died one way or another.

I sigh as i closed and locked my cafe, turning to look around the state of my hometown. I still wanted my vendetta...but it was too soon, i had to wait. One thing about me you might not know, I'm a raging gamble addict, and dang am I good at it. Every time I won I'd take a shot and cheers to the other winners. id always feel safe when I'm in the gambling ring, I knew almost everyone there and they always protected me when trouble arrived. If I'm not getting into fights with raiders in the middle of a game, im drinking my life away or making out with old friends. Tonight though, the gambling ring was hit...and it was horrible.

A lot of my friends were killed, some badly injured. The owner and his wife complained and cried about how 'Downtown Beasts" was too dangerous without a "head gang" to save them when they needed backup. Looking at my friend's body bags laid beside me fueled me up with more rage than before. I knew who did it and why they did it. My urge to finally start my vendetta launched me forward, turning to the family and promising them that this would never be a problem again. I got on my bike and road off into the well-lit area of the city, also known as the HOTSPOT. The home to all entertainment areas and restaurants. Clubs, rings, bars you name it, but i was going for one club in particular, the most popular hangout spot of the WHOLE of Varmit State, and owned by a good friend of mine.

I parked and jumped inside the huge 2 story building with purple and blue lights scattered around. I welcome you all to "LIGHTS", my home away from home. With 2 big stages with dancers, bands and individuals entertaining the screaming crowd surrounds them. VIP areas right above the stages, 4 bars, food areas and lounge areas. Saturday nights in here are every introvert's worst nightmare, socialising everywhere you go, loud music and insane dancers. Though i always go straight to the dance floor, i went all the way to the back area and sat by the bar. I smiled eagerly as i watched the bartender flip, spin and mix my usual drink, he spun towards me and slid the cup into my paws, bowing as he threw the lime slice into the cup. I laughed out my frustration as he cleaned the bottle and smiled at me.