The day was peaceful, and the tavern was running slow even though a crowd was starting to gather. The bartender gave off a smile to another customer as he poured a drink. Soft music escaped from the jukebox in the corner of the room. Laughter and booze filled the tavern as people continued to have a great time without a care in the world. It wasn't long before a sign came crashing in through the window, sprinkling shards of glass all over the place.
A tall, thin girl walked into the bar, followed by a small one eyed fox. The girl looked to be no more than 17, and seemed to be floating halfway off of the ground, surrounded by a blue aura of flames. She gave off a slight growl as she continued to make her way over to the bar. After a little struggling, she managed to float onto a barstool and finally atop the counter. As her feet touched the counter, she signaled for the bartender, pointing angrily at the sign that 'someone' had thrown into the bar. Her rather harsh voice broke out behind gritting teeth.
"I want to speak to a manager!"
The sign, now behind the counter read: No Pets Allowed.
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The Random book of Stories
Random((The cover has NOTHING to do with it. I just thought Canada looked SO KAWAII in this picture! ^3^)) Just...read the title.
