"And is that a sudden chill I feel? Don't worry, because our next star will heat you up, coming in from the cold, it's Jormungandr!"

Cries, hollering, and baying filled the crowded strip-club, as icy blue light played across the stage, smoke machines fired, and a long, sinuous, muscular body, powered along the runway. He swaggered, as he had to, rolling shoulders and hips to reach his mark, firm pecs and chiselled belly on display, bleached white fur oiled and conditioned to a shine. Looking up from the sculpted musculature, with its hard lines, sat a broad face with an ursine's smile, and a pair of deep, soulful eyes. But following the rippling flow of light down his undulating hide, down the acres of abdominal muscles, the shining white fur was split on a thick body band instead of pants, and continued on in a singular, strapping mile of yet more corded flesh.

Jormungandr slithered like a serpent, because he was, at least half of him, and every part of him was ripped and lusty as he took the eye of his audience to get their hearts pumping, and nethers pulsing. Pounding EDM drowned out the whistles and cat calls, as the hybrid writhed for their enjoyment, long waves passing from neck all the way down his metres long body to make his tail slap to the rhythm. The club was awash in heat, and musk and sweat, as furs and scales of all shapes enjoyed themselves, drinking, tipping, laughing, jostling, indulging in their appreciation of hulking masculinity. They were mostly males, “The Pit” was ostensibly a gay bar that just got a little too big for itself, but the odd female found her way there, either for the atmosphere, or the show. So long as the rules weren't broken, too much, no one cared, too much.

So when the supposed Midgard serpent had finished his set, and The Pit's deputy manager told him there was a girl asking for him at the bar, he wasn't too surprised. Working as a stripper wasn't his main profession, hell not even the modelling work was, but being a competition level athlete left a lot of time without a steady income, and sometimes he'd be willing to earn his rent putting his muscles to use in other ways.

"Anyone I know Mac?"

"Probably," the old goat tossed him his towel to wipe the worst of the glitter off, "you'll see. You need to bunk out, you best tell Bess first."

"Always do."

He always did, and after working there on and off over the last three years, he'd hoped his reputation would speak for him. Still, he had a mystery in front of him, one that could take a weight off his broad shoulders, so he didn't press for more. Lathered in fresh deodorant, and with his fur brushed back into line, he went looking for his potential playmate.

"Hey Bess, Mac said there was a lady asking for-"

He stopped speaking, husky voice choking as he saw exactly what Mac had meant.

"Hi York," doing her best to smile, and hide a nervous flick of her eyes, another hybrid slunk her way around the edge of the counter to stand before him.

York, fur bristling as if he'd just been dunked with ice water, swallowed, and found his voice again. "Asper..."

His sister was a good measure for him. Slightly smaller, and without his muscle mass, she'd kept her natural brown coat, and had much of it hidden in clothes that were definitely out of place among the flashing neon and near nakedness of the club. They were both of the same clutch, along with two more sisters, and of the three girls Asper had taken the most after their mother. She was slender, with a wide face, little up top, but had narrow flanks that flowed into boutiful hips to tie to her long coil of a tail.

The athlete, turned model, turned stripper, turned part-time gigolo, suddenly became aware of just how naked he was in front of her, just as she suddenly became aware of how much more awkward their meeting was than anticipated.

"L-lets get a table," Asper hurriedly suggested, getting them both a beer at an extortionate mark-up, before hurrying to somewhere close to private in the crowded environment.

Each snake tailed adult slithered over the crusty old seats of a corner booth, far from the stage, and had a long moment of staring at the tacky tabletop instead of each other. All the siblings knew that York was something of a black sheep in the family, not that their parents shunned him for his life choices, but with the other three being an engineer, a banker, and a special effects artist, it'd become custom to not bring up his occupation, for the peace of the family. Being cornered right in the middle of a show had put the male on edge.

"So," he shot first, "didn't take you for going to clubs like this."

Asper laughed, and took a nervous swig, "no, well, uh, I tried calling the gym you used to go to, but they said you didn't use them anymore, so they said to try here. Sort of, didn't know where else to look."

"Could have called me, or, messaged. Mum's got my number still if you lost it."

She flicked her eyes back and forth a few times, taking another gulp. "I, didn't want to bring anyone else in on this. It's dumb, but, it's um, not something I want mum and dad knowing about."

It was York's turn to laugh, the nervous energy between the pair having all his senses wired. "Did you come to sneak a peak of me or something? I better not find clips on ClipClop later."

"No, gods, no way!" She covered her snort with a tissue, dabbing off spilled beer from her hurried refutation, "Seriously York? Besides, you're probably all over Onlypaws already, don't make this gross."

"That's true," York mused, thinking about his small following on social media, "still, doesn't explain why you're looking for me, and here too. Could have tried to leave a message or something."

She rolled her large brown eyes. "Yes, and I tried, but turns out no one here knows a York, and they get lots of people asking about talent, and all sorts of guff about confidentiality. Also, Jormungandr? I always knew you were a nerd."

"I'm allowed to like muscles and myths. Besides, not a lot of great names when you look like this, it's better than Dick Python or Anaconda Johnson."

"Don't even joke," Asper snorted, finally relaxing against the definitely not leather upholstery. "But, talking about liking two things at once... Is um, this your sort of place? You know, I'd not be one to judge you if it was, just, you never said you were anything else growing up."

"Never did, 'cause I'm not, but yeah, only so many places want big guys on stage instead of on the door, and sometimes," he let his words trail, the point self-explanatory, they could both see the other kinds of business going on around them. "Look as much as it's nice getting to talk, I do need to work tonight, so, is this gonna be a quick chat, or..."

Hurriedly, her hand struck across the table to grab his wrist. "Wait, look. Kate and I, we're going to start a family!"

York blinked a second, "Uh, okay, congrats then. You've been together for, what, three years right?"

"And a half, but it's... complicated. Look, York, this is awkward, and hard, but, Kate's... she can't carry it. We've been, trying, but we're out of options except adopting, or, me. But, that's where this gets hard." Asper let go his wrist, eyes low, a look of shame on her face. "You know what they say, hybrids are full of problems. Well... I'm, we're, not very compatible, with others. We've been to specialists, looked for help online, but, it seems you, me, Flora and Hekati, we might as well be sterile."

The little bubble they were in suddenly felt a lot closer, and heavier. York forgot about his regime for a moment, and took a deep pull of the beer for something to do, before taking his sister's hand.

"Sorry, that sounds... really rough," he rubbed his thumb across her knuckles, "it's, not your fault Asp. And, hey, it sounds like it's not one hundred percent impossible. Maybe, there's a good match out there somewhere. Some other snake-bear's got to be out there looking for love, right?"

She shivered with a repressed sob, but raised her face for a bitter smile. "Yes... there's a man out there who knows just how hard it is, and that's why he wants twenty grand a try."

"Twenty?! For a single shot? Fuck that guy! Or, well, don't fuck him. Arsehole, his kids would probably be stuck up pricks like him anyway!"

"Ha, maybe," Asper laughed through her tears, patting her cheek dry, "but... then I thought, I do know, another guy. And I know, he's a good man, and, maybe... York..."

All the colour that the bleached white male didn't have, drained from his features as he caught the implication, his mouth agape. "Oh, no, Asp. No, I, that's, that's... no way! I get your desperate but I'm your brother!"

"I know!" She snapped back, voice cracking, "I know, I fucking hate myself for even asking, but you're our only chance York!" She stared him straight in the eyes, and just like their reptilian mother, she didn't blink. "No one needs to know. I told Kate that, I found another donor, she thinks I'm here to negotiate. I'm... it's the right time, we can just do this and never think about it again. Please, Yorkie..."

The male flinched, looking away from those begging, accusing eyes, trying to keep up a little decency in his otherwise indecent life. "I... we can't-"

"I'll pay you." Asper had no qualms throwing away decency, anything to make her and her girlfriend's dream happen. "You're always hard-up. Five thousand, you don't need to be there, just give me a syringe and I'll do the rest."

She drained the last of her drink, unable to look at him anymore after that, instead sliding him a business card. "I'm staying in the Sprig Hotel, with Kate, call me if you change your mind."

In a flash, the smaller hybrid was gone, making her way past the bouncer, leaving her brother frozen in place, with his jaw hanging, half disbelieving that any of that occurred. But he still slipped the business card into his belly band. The promise of enough money to cover his rent, and dig himself out of a few holes, was going to war with his sensibilities as a brother.

"Damn, bear," Bess came to collect the empty glasses, the flamboyant bullock all nails and nose rings, "what were you two talking about that was so serious? Someone run off?"

York managed a laugh, shaking the stiffness from his shoulders. "Nah, family stuff. Just, you know how it is when they surprises you at work."

"Uh huh, sure do hun, someone come to try rescue you from our little fun hole did they?" Bess took a quick pinch of Yorks tail tip, before dropping a stuffed envelope on the table, "You seem like you need some me time. Here's your cut, and something to cheer you up. Looks like one of our usuals just got in, and she's wearing something real nice and tight for you tonight."

York sighed, a familiar itch rising up to replace his confused and uneasy feelings. He counted out his take for the night, and tucking it next to the hard card rectangle. "Anyone I know, Bess?"

***

Half an hour later, and the question was redundant. York had the little deer doe coiled in tight, her slinky red dress already lost on the floor, and her lacy black underwear sure to follow. Colleen had had him twice before, once when her friends hired him for her eighteenth, and the second when she was rebounding from some stag that hadn't seen her potential.

Tonight she just wanted to fuck, and that suited him fine.

"Oh, Jorgy," she fluttered her big long lashes up at him, slim body limp in his arms and tail, full breasts squeezing to his chest, her lips leaving crimson smears as they mashed into his neck, "I missed you."

York, now Jormungandr again, gave a dramatic roll of his eyes to go with his smirk, hoisting the spindly twig of a woman up till she was over his shoulder. "Missed this more likely, didn't have anyone to play with on safari, Collie?"

"Ugh, that trip was such a waste of money!" The doe cried, giggling as her rear was playfully mauled by his powerful paws, his fingers finding the thin thong and rolling it down her slender legs in a practised sweep. "Like, none of the local boys wanted to come near us, and the resort was full of crusty old guys trying to pick up little girls, yuck."

She gasped as she was dropped onto the bed, the soft mattress cushioning the short distance, letting her bounce with a bubbly laugh. Instantly, she splayed out like a soft-core actress, showing off her natural curves, and the big details she'd spent a small fortune on getting just how she wanted them. But he wouldn't comment, or complain, bringing both palms up from her hooves, to her rounded thighs, to clutch her wasp thin waist. Rosy fur rucked, as he got a good hold, and hoisted her bottom back down towards his waiting jaw. His large, dark, nose bumping into the artfully shaved teardrop between her thighs.

"You should have hired me." His whispered tauntingly, breath hot across the wet, blushing, slit, already starting to pout with her arousal, "could have had me all day, every day."

"Yeah, but," the girl huffed, dainty hands resting on the top his head, trying futilely to speed him along, "that'd be, so expensive. And, like maybe I'd get bored, come on Jorgy, hurry~." She bleated away, cotton tail flapping against the sheets in encouragement.

The larger man chuckled, the vibrations sending the doe's spine arching in anticipation. But a few slow, deep huffs of breaths over the tender flesh were the extent of his playing, soon pressing his long tongue to the seam, and running it firmly up its length. Her squealing was replaced with moaning, fingers going from fighting his muscles, to cupping his large round ears and rolling with them, while that slippery, prehensile, organ lathered her up.

Gifted with a long and sensitive tongue, from both sides of the family, York could curl and drive it right into her honeypot, lapping solely on the oh so sensitive patch along the roof of her sex, undulating over it while Colleen wriggled, gasped and squirmed her way to her warm-up orgasm. Given how wet she was, he could have launched right in, but it never hurt to take the time and make a customer happy.

"Oh, fuck! You're eating me up! Oh, that tongue, that fucking, amazing tongue! Unfff!"

The doe came quickly, bucking hard against his unflinching jaw, soaking whiskers and chin in nectar as she shivered her way through what she'd paid for. The snake-bear had to grin against her soft fur, smugness swelling in him at the loud and uncaring ecstasy the spoiled fawn let loose. And when she was finally done, he flopped her back to the sheets, leaving her sprawled and gasping, while he pulled down his belly hand to reveal his own eagerness to get to the main event.

"Do more than just eat you," York chuckled, reaching into the hidden little pockets stitched inside his one piece of clothing, withdrawing a condom. His bear shaft was already half out, had been for much of the oral, a sore red mark showing where it had been squashed by the elastic. The whole pike of a prick emerged from a genital slit, much like a snake, almost invisible when he wasn't eager to put it to use. He gave it a few pumps while he rolled the latex down, giving a good show to the grinning deer with her spread legs.

"Go on then," she flicked her hooves at him in a 'come hither' way, "fuck me up, you monster."

He didn't need any more instruction, slithering up onto the bed and tossing her over with an easy couple of swats from his paws, Colleen liked it rough. One meaty limb tucked her in close, beneath his muscular body, the other grabbed a heaving breast, feeling her heart race as he bathed her in shadow. Balanced on the length of his tail, tip curled about a bed post, his personal anaconda slipped through the doe's silky belly fur, before his hips drew back, and the blunt, rounded head, struck.

Colleen bucked, but there was nowhere to go, teeth grit behind a giddy smile, eyes shut in enjoyment of her callous handling. She was soaked from his treatment, his every centimetre seemed to wiggle like a snake as it dove home, her folds surrendering instantly.

With an incoherent babble, the deer clutched his forearms, riding the initial thrust until his groin clapped into her, and she collapsed, panting. She was built for big, something York could provide, but he had ways of making it work even better. His hips swivelled, taking full advantage of their serpentine heritage to get the angle just right, letting him strike from a novel angle each time.

Bottoming out in a hot, snug deer cunt, York started a driving rhythm, keeping his pace slow, the kind of long drawn, forceful motions that sent the doe to a place above the stars. She clung and kicked, thrashing her black stubby horns into his chest, but that was part of the excitement, and he wasn't about to relent. Not now that he was buried, locked in, and feeling that blissful throb begin, that tingle in the root, building up in his core and racing down his flexing abs.

A sudden, hard buck sent the woman over the edge again, York's paw coming down to muffle her cries as he drove her down into the creaking mattress, his hips picking up, grinding into her as she tightened. Colleen was still shivering out the remnants of her euphoria as his hips began jackhammering into her, hard enough to raise great, wet sounding slaps that filled the room. Feral, growling pants echoed, York's hips rolling powerfully into the smaller female as the last barrier fell, and he chased his release.

She went to cry out again, but he had an arm about her neck, pulling her up while she gasped her next crashing climax, her eyes bulging, and his long rod spat heat against her cervix. Pinned in her favourite position, choking out in his iron clutches, her eyes went unfocussed, and the doe passed into pure ecstatic, animal joy, tongue lolling, and drooling on the hotel sheets.

York gave deep, guttural grunts, feeling each twitch of his load exiting into the condom, the moment frozen in time as he kept the doe just where he needed, until every drop was out, before he let her fall back to the bed. He afforded himself a moment to relax too, rolling onto his back beside her, and pulling the long length of spent latex up, and off, to a disgusting sound.

He was about to tie it off, and toss it in the bin. But holding the rubber sock, with its end stuffed full of white, York felt a pinch in his gut, remembering the look in Aspers's eyes. Right in his paw, he held something that could make his sister's dream come true, and he was about to just throw it away. He was still glassy eyed when a small moan reminded him he wasn't alone, having shamefully forgotten the woman he'd just brought to nirvana, so he'd tied it off, dropped it beside the bucket, and was back between her thighs. She'd paid for the night, after all.

***

"So... good to see you dressed up this time," Asper tried to make a joke of it, perched on a bench in the shady little park, looking up at the stormy face of her sibling.

York hadn't slept, and not just because of who he had been with. He'd spent the night eating his own tail, and it had taken all his pluck to pull out his phone that morning and give his sister a wake-up call.

"Yeah, well, body glitter and underwear don't look as good in daylight," he slithered up beside her, a good half metre gap between them both, before he dropped a plain plastic carrier bag to fill it. "Here."

Asper blinked, and opened the bag, peering in to see the three tightly knotted condoms. In almost any other moment, she would have been disgusted, offended, and likely smacked the man that did that to her. But right then, all she could do was gasp, and stare.

"S-sorry it's, you know... didn't have any syringes for you..." The big man turned away, unable to look at her face, his ears flat and his tail twitching.

"No, no," she gulped, blinking furiously, "this, this is perfect, thank you York. Really, thank you." She couldn't stop her lip from wobbling, or her voice from trembling as she fought the rush of relief that welled up in her. Her hands went for her purse, fumbling in her excitement. "H-here, I, I can't believe, thank you-"

"Keep it," his creaking voice interrupted her, a firm hand gripping her wrist and pushing back her cash. "I can't, not for this. You just, just be happy, okay Asp? T-this, uh, didn't happen, alright?"

She blinked, tears running, nodding, and trying not to sob.

"O-okay, Yorkie. But, listen, this means, um, you might, you might be an uncle soon. And, Kate and I, we won't forget this, and..."

He shook his head, not wanting to hear anymore. But before he could leave, the smaller hybrid leapt over the gap, and wrapped her arms around his trunk, sobbing her gratitude into his shirt. For a second, he hesitated, before wrapping his massive arms about her, and just rocking her, trying not to think.

"Guess that'll, uh, shut dad up, you know he's been wanting grand-kids," He gave a nervous laugh, and soon Asper joined in.

"Yes, yes he has, and he's gonna love being a grandpa. Thank you, Yorkie."

"It's no problem, you're family." He squeezed her a bit tighter, and they just stayed there, embracing. They kept that up for a full minute, silent and uncertain, but unquestioningly happy, before they finally parted.

"I'd better go, I promised Kate I wouldn't be long."

"Don't let me keep you, you two have a blast, you deserve it." York sniffed, rubbing his watery eyes, and trying to keep his cool. He was a big bear, and there were people about. "See you at New years."

"Yes, and maybe, we'll have some news for everyone."

***

Asper hurried her way into the lift, clutching the pathetic plastic bag as if it was both made of gold, and of the finest glass. She felt as if she was late for an urgent appointment, barely stopping on the way back to buy some roses, and a bottle of wine, only sending her partner of nearly four years one text, saying simply; "See you upstairs, get ready."

The metal box crawled up, interminably slow, as her tail trashed up and down the sides, scaring the only other occupant more than a little. Heart pounding, breath catching, she writhed her way down the corridor fast as a snake could be, fumbling with the bottle, crushing the roses, and almost dropping the precious bag, before finally getting the key card out, and in the lock.

"Kate!" She gasped out, slithering through the entrance, and almost headbutting the door in the effort to get in, "are you here? You won't believe..."

Her words died, and her eyes went wide as she saw the delectable rodent waiting for her. Sitting right at the end of the bed, one hand trailing absently between her knees, the other clasping a champagne flute.

"Oh hello sexy," the white rat chittered, trying to be an icon of sex appeal in little more than a babydoll and lip-gloss. It wasn't her natural look, but she wore it for her lover all the same.

"Oh, sweetie, oh gods," Asper slinked in like a woman hypnotised, ruined roses scattering petals as she came, until she was directly in front of her beloved. "You look..."

She looked how Asper dreamed of her, her more rugged aspects only making the more feminine ones pop. Quintessential Butch, Kate's firm jaw, deep pink eyes, and her taut stomach, were accentuated by the way the sheer fabric rolled over firm breasts, and around a tapered waist. It was a mismatch that might have made her lover giggle, instead she just swallowed.

"Well..." The tension hung until the she-rat could take it no more, "don't leave me feeling all self-conscious, did it go well?"

Asper blinked, falling back to reality with a vigorous nod of her shaggy head. "So well. He... he said yes, and... oh gods I can't believe this is going to happen! It's just, right here, a bit messy, but more than enough, hopefully."

She was positively dancing as she took the little bag and set it reverently on the table, before her fingers took the drink from her partner's paw, draining it greedily, and they both devolved into a curl of kissing and petting, the tension bursting in amorous need. They gasped and panted, the snake-bear's clothes flying in a hurried display, no desire for teasing, just the drive to grind fur to fur, breast to breast, as her tail coiled around her lover's legs, and dragged them both together.

"I- I love you so, so much, you know that, right?" Asper whined, feeling the warm body against her, the sleek tightness of it, the confidence.

"Of course, I love you too," Kate whispered, letting herself be swept away by the passion, knowing soon they would take their next step as a couple, something they could never take back. "Let's make a little something, shall we? Just the two of us. A little family of our own."

She trailed kisses along the slope of the larger woman's brown fur, pecking down her neck, her breast, before moving lower still. Each creeping kiss made Asper shudder, her body aching in anticipation, ready to burn away both a physical, and psychology itch. Kate's deft paws, with their long fingers, circled her serpentine girlfriend's hips, thumbs working inward, till they touched the quivering genital slit between them. She knew just how to use those digits, stroking, then opening the firm outer barrier, to reveal the rich pink and red of the reptilian cloaca within.

"Ready?"

"Sooo ready," the hybrid croaked, unable to say anything more coherent, rolling her pelvis up, her inner walls already throbbing with a steady drumbeat, her tail tapping in time, grinding along the straddling woman’s privates.

The she-rat's small paw was willingly engulfed inside the large lips, moist slickness easing her approach, all the way to the middle hole, and Asper’s buried clit. With a swirl, and a pinch, she had the writhing, sobbing creature on the edge of orgasm, four fingers deep to rub the roots, while her thumb did a dance on her button.

"Let's see what we have in here," Kate leant over, dragging herself up Asper's body to peak at their potential future. She laughed, still working her lover to a premature finish, "You weren't kidding when you said it was messy. He didn't have a jar or something?"

"Ngh, don't, don't go ruining this, we can make it work," her body quivered, insides constricting as a spasm rocked up and down her spine, a warm wet squish demonstrating the bliss she was in. "Just, put it in me. Make me, make me..."

"Make you... pregnant?"

The teasing had the desired result, a sudden gasp, and a tight clench, as the grinning rat fished the first of the three large condoms from the bag. It was cold to the touch, and a far from erotic experience as she dragged it down the long, brown, belly, that might soon be rather fatter. But still, Asper shuddered, watching her every move with hunger.

"Put it in, put it in, just, please Kate..."

The she-rat knew how her partner wanted it, taking her with the gentlest care, slowly pressing the squishy, weighty, sack of the condom into the welcoming clutch of her passage. Warm wet walls writhed and pulsed, recoiling from the cool latex, before snatching desperately at the woman's fingers. She worked it deep, her whole hand slipping through the narrow, but forgiving hole, up, up, and further up, till half her forearm was lodged, and the package was nestled safely in the deep recess.

"Ready Aspy? Ready for me to knock you up with my baby?" Already she could feel the latex start to give way to her nails, "Ready to be a big, beautiful mother for us?" The slippery ooze inside was getting warm, squeezing back and forth between her pads. "Ready to make a family with me? My sexy cuddle monster?"

The reply she got, was a large paw bringing her down into a long, deep, kiss, lips locking as muzzles turned side on, tongues trading places, before they parted breathlessly. "Do it, I love you."

With a little more pressure, the bubble popped, and a warm, wet, mess, seeped into a welcoming new home. Kate wrung it out a few more times, making sure she left every pearly drop inside her lover, before withdrawing, fingers coated in a thin film of hybrid juices.

"Think that will do the trick?" She asked, wiping the remainder off around the serpent's sex.

Blinking in a daze, her tail entwining with the pink and furless rat's, Asper smiled. "Well, we have two to go, and, I don't think he'd mind if I asked for more."

***

"Happy new year!" Cried the voices around him, glasses chinked, and the bubbly taste of champagne passed his lips.

York sipped slowly, he was allowed to cheat on new-years, especially when surrounded by the whole family for the first time in a year. His father, the old bear now very much grey about the head and shoulders, had pulled out all the stops for his family, and all four of the siblings were always glad to see him and their mother, a slim grass-snake in the prime of her maturity, together again for the holidays.

But for once, it wasn't the cosy family atmosphere, the remembrances of winters long passed, or even just catching up on another year gone by that had everyone's attention.

Of course people changed over a year, small things normally that you wouldn't notice if you hadn't spent so long apart. But no one could mistake the transformation Asper had undertaken.

Stood beside her wife, the newly married woman was practically glowing, her dress doing little to hide her new figure. Big and round, with the slightest suggestion of movement, the promise of a pair of healthy twins. Everyone was quick to congratulate her, and fast to tease when York failed to show as much enthusiasm as the others, but then, they didn't know how those two little lives had been made.

Or at least, so he thought.

"So Yorky," Hekati, her head fur a shocking pink that year, and a fresh stud in one ear, slinked up to her brother. "Me and Asp had a great chat the other day."

"Uh huh," Already he could feel the most slippery and cunning of his siblings about to pull one over on him.

"Yeah, you know she tells me, everything," Hekati flashed him a toothy grin, wicked eyes flashing in the candlelight.

"Uh huh."

She leaned in closer, breath heavy with alcohol, making his whiskers twitch.

"Just saying, I might be up for, the same deal, if you're interested."

He downed the rest of his drink, and eyed the bottle for another.