Shorts: The Furry Years by John Van Stry

Author:John Van Stry [Stry, John Van]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Science Fiction, Fiction, furry
Published: 2013-02-19T05:00:00+00:00

New Beginnings

by John Van Stry

I slicked my fur down, stepping from the shower and heading over to the dryer. The hot air was soothing as it blew over me, my mind wandering to the tasks of the day ahead. I took a few more minutes taking care of the usual morning tasks, then grabbed my shorts and gear and headed off to the bar.

I nodded to the waitress as I came in the front and slipped behind the bar, then nodded to Sam.

“Afternoon Jack,” he said to me, “ready to take on the night shift?”

“As always,” I chuckled, “had a rough day of dealing with the dregs of society?”

He laughed at that. The Legacy was about as quiet a place as it came, especially during the day. With a location in the heart of the business district, it was mostly white collar beer drinkers during the day. At night it picked up a little, office workers like to have fun too, but a yelling match was about the worst I’d ever seen in my 3 months here.

“Oh I tell you, I’ve suffered the trials of the dammed I have!” he went on in mock theatrics. “The trials of the dammed! Oh the fights, the arguments, the very risk to life and limb!”

“That bad huh?” I snickered.

“Worse,” he sighed, “I think the big excitement came when someone spilled their beer today. Isn’t that right Doris?” he raised his voice at the last to attract the attention of the waitress, a rather nice springer spaniel, who was working her way through college on the tips.

“Oh give it a rest you,” she shook her head coming over to talk with us. “Quiet is good. The tips are great, the customers are decent. Even the night crowd is well behaved. Go work a fight bar if you want some excitement.”

“Hell no! I’m not that crazy...” he said and dropped his apron behind the register. “Well it’s all yours Jack.”

I nodded and put on my own apron and checked out the patrons at the bar and in the dozen booths, all regulars. “Have a good one Sam, see you round.”

Doris turned to me as he left, “I don’t hear you complaining about it being quiet in here.”

“Course not, I like it this way. Relaxing.” I smiled.

“Well I don’t know if I’d call it relaxing during the dinner rush.” She smiled back and returned to waiting her tables.

For the next several hours it was a fairly typical night, after the dinner rush the cook closed down the kitchen and headed home. Doris stayed till nine, it was a Wednesday so the crowd wasn’t that big. By ten it was pretty much the usual crowd, about fifteen people, all of whom I knew by name. I was cleaning glasses and popping the odd item in the microwave for whoever wanted a snack while listening to the present topic of conversation. They were talking firearms tonight, discussing the merits of different handguns mainly.

“I like the Glocks” said Harvey, a slightly hyper skunk.

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