Doggybowl Stories

Andātei slid her eyes from the polished mug in her skilled hands to a male fashioned in black robes who sat across from her. Her lip raising in distaste as crumbs laced his smirking lips, his jaw working around a brown biscuit that had sat in a glass jar on the oak wood counter among others. She peered at him past her bangs, almost dropping her mug as she tried to control her bewildered appearance. As this act went on everything went as normal in the bar. Local men bantering and bickering about what not, slapping rough hands onto the backs of their companions when they agreed to push down an extra shot of whiskey in a thick mug- Yes, the din was as normal whilst Andātei paused in her works, her slim fingers failing to continue the task of rubbing the clear glass with a beige rag. She smirked. "How are you enjoying your dog biscuit sir?" "I'd like another if you please."