Pinning For and Gaining Monster Curves
“Why the long face sir?” Asked the bartender, busy wiping down another cup.
“Its because of *HIC* those damn bitches again,” slurred the werewolf, pounding his fist against the reinforced bar, “Theys don’t know what theys missin’ out on with mes!”
“I can only imagine,” the bartender replied, a thick layer of snark underneath it going unnoticed by the drunk beast.
It was a late night at a large, fancy hotel for monsters and beasts. In the bar area, the bartender, a minotaur, was busy serving one of the latest customers that stumbled in. This one was a large, thick werewolf who already seemed to be quite loaded. However, the boss wouldn’t want to turn him away, so the large bartender said nothing as the canine sat down.
“Dis compete-lee sucks *HIC*! Deys should bes happy with me and knot sum stupid d