Post by Valentina on Aug 13, 2005 11:33:37 GMT -5
Valentina padded silently down the sidewalk, slipping in and out of shadows made darker by the streetlights. The streets and sidewalks were mostly empty, but there were quite a few people out staggering around together, laughing or fighting or sobbing uncontrollably. One guy appeared to have passed out outside a bar. To these people she may have been nothing more than the illusion of a wolf passing right through their hallucinations.
She came to a bar on a corner, with doors and large windows wide open in the heat of the summer night. The sign above it read in neon letter "Ralphie's" then in smaller letters below that, "Bar &Grill." She jumped up with her paws on the edge of a windowsill and looked in. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes and heat and people assaulted her nose, but there was the delicious scent of food mixed in there as well. Chairs scuffed the hard wooden floors and people laughed and glasses clinked. The bar was set to face inward toward the karaoke bar where a few people attempted "Hey Good Lookin', Wucha Got Cookin'?" arms wrapped around each other. The rest of the space was covered with tables, most with dishes from meals, either covered in leftovers or food. She judged that most of them were pretty smashed. "Perfect," she said to herself. "Looks like Ralphie's is the place tonight."
She smiled to herself and leapt up onto the large windowsill easily, and with no attempt to conceal herself, looked around. Everyone was facing the other direction, laughing at the wanna-be singers, and so Valentina went unnoticed. She sat, perched on the windowsill, and flicked her ears back with mock sadness at the lack of attention of a wolf dog jumping in the window, and said to herself, "Come now, let's make this fun!" and leapt onto the nearest table gracefully from the windowsill. A dish crashed to the floor and shattered, as well as a few plastic cups that hit the ground hollowly and loudly.
The people's reaction was as she had calculated. They screamed with surprise but most laughed at the same time. One fellow seated at the table she was on went over back-wards. She kicked a few more things off the table, then leapt to the next table to arouse more screams. The singers were still going, oblivious of what had happened, but the bar had gotten five times louder in ten seconds. Valentina ate a few of the french fries off this table and a hamburger, leaving the bread and shoving the plate into a woman's lap afterward. Valentina smiled at her and flicked her ears, then jumped to the next table thinking, She d**n near inhaled her cigarette!
She jumped easily from table to table, grinning and laughing devilishly all the while, eating whatever she pleased here and there, dodging bottles being thrown at her with terrible aim. A few people came after her, but she leapt easily away from them, throwing stuff and wreaking havoc as she went. Then she found herself on the windowsill again, the music stopped and all eyes on her. Her pursuers had also stopped now, clearly hoping she would just jump out the window. Valentina jumped on the table again, but made no move to go anywhere else so it remained quiet.
"A-heh-HEM!" she said, knowing the humans wouldn't understand her but getting her fun out of this anyway. "And that is why drinking is very, very bad!" She thought for a minute, then added as an afterthought, "Fake ID or no! And those cigarettes are seven minutes off your life each! Eat peanut butter instead!" she proclaimed, glared at the woman who sat staring at her with wide eyes, cigarette burning away between her fingers, and swiftly turned and jumped back onto the window. She bowed once, and then was gone from these people's lives forever, who would undoubtedly remember this night through the foggy haze of their buzz-ons, and tell all their friends what happened at Ralphie's and oh my god this crazy dog jumped in the window.
She padded back down the street, in and out of the harsh glows of the street lamps, still grinning. She was full of chicken and steak and fries, not that those people were going to miss their food. The sky was black above her, and her pelt smelled of the bar, but she was in high spirits now. She laughed out loud again and sat down on the sidewalk, wondering where all the other dogs of the night were tonight, and how much fun they'd been having. It's a good life, she thought as she watched the stop lights change colors for cars that were not there.
She came to a bar on a corner, with doors and large windows wide open in the heat of the summer night. The sign above it read in neon letter "Ralphie's" then in smaller letters below that, "Bar &Grill." She jumped up with her paws on the edge of a windowsill and looked in. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes and heat and people assaulted her nose, but there was the delicious scent of food mixed in there as well. Chairs scuffed the hard wooden floors and people laughed and glasses clinked. The bar was set to face inward toward the karaoke bar where a few people attempted "Hey Good Lookin', Wucha Got Cookin'?" arms wrapped around each other. The rest of the space was covered with tables, most with dishes from meals, either covered in leftovers or food. She judged that most of them were pretty smashed. "Perfect," she said to herself. "Looks like Ralphie's is the place tonight."
She smiled to herself and leapt up onto the large windowsill easily, and with no attempt to conceal herself, looked around. Everyone was facing the other direction, laughing at the wanna-be singers, and so Valentina went unnoticed. She sat, perched on the windowsill, and flicked her ears back with mock sadness at the lack of attention of a wolf dog jumping in the window, and said to herself, "Come now, let's make this fun!" and leapt onto the nearest table gracefully from the windowsill. A dish crashed to the floor and shattered, as well as a few plastic cups that hit the ground hollowly and loudly.
The people's reaction was as she had calculated. They screamed with surprise but most laughed at the same time. One fellow seated at the table she was on went over back-wards. She kicked a few more things off the table, then leapt to the next table to arouse more screams. The singers were still going, oblivious of what had happened, but the bar had gotten five times louder in ten seconds. Valentina ate a few of the french fries off this table and a hamburger, leaving the bread and shoving the plate into a woman's lap afterward. Valentina smiled at her and flicked her ears, then jumped to the next table thinking, She d**n near inhaled her cigarette!
She jumped easily from table to table, grinning and laughing devilishly all the while, eating whatever she pleased here and there, dodging bottles being thrown at her with terrible aim. A few people came after her, but she leapt easily away from them, throwing stuff and wreaking havoc as she went. Then she found herself on the windowsill again, the music stopped and all eyes on her. Her pursuers had also stopped now, clearly hoping she would just jump out the window. Valentina jumped on the table again, but made no move to go anywhere else so it remained quiet.
"A-heh-HEM!" she said, knowing the humans wouldn't understand her but getting her fun out of this anyway. "And that is why drinking is very, very bad!" She thought for a minute, then added as an afterthought, "Fake ID or no! And those cigarettes are seven minutes off your life each! Eat peanut butter instead!" she proclaimed, glared at the woman who sat staring at her with wide eyes, cigarette burning away between her fingers, and swiftly turned and jumped back onto the window. She bowed once, and then was gone from these people's lives forever, who would undoubtedly remember this night through the foggy haze of their buzz-ons, and tell all their friends what happened at Ralphie's and oh my god this crazy dog jumped in the window.
She padded back down the street, in and out of the harsh glows of the street lamps, still grinning. She was full of chicken and steak and fries, not that those people were going to miss their food. The sky was black above her, and her pelt smelled of the bar, but she was in high spirits now. She laughed out loud again and sat down on the sidewalk, wondering where all the other dogs of the night were tonight, and how much fun they'd been having. It's a good life, she thought as she watched the stop lights change colors for cars that were not there.
