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Terri leaned forward over the coffee table, tray in hand, trembling.
The girl was doing her absolute her best as she made her offering, struggling mightily to hide her almost overwhelming anxiety behind a too-forced smile. Of course, she was still wearing the rest of her nightclub attire. Miniskirt, tube top, fishnets - It made for an awkward mixture, such a bold outfit to go with her utter terror and her polite, false, retail-level happiness.
The tray clattered as the rabbit girl shivered. Terri visibly struggled to maintain her composure. The assortment of items on the tray were somewhat eclectic: Several bandages of different sizes, gauze, forceps, fast-drying liquid stitches, handfuls of various painkillers, an assortment of hard candies, and a tall bottle of vodka. It was the usual array of necessities she'd bring to her compatriots when they'd return from a unfortunately difficult, violent encounter. This was the first time she'd presented them in such a manner, though. As if she were a cocktail waitress.
From the other side of the tray, where she sat upon the black leather couch, the otherworldly mink regarded Terri's offering with cool disinterest. Teff sat with one leg over the other, her cigarette holder hanging loose in her fingers, somehow seeming too large for the room to actually contain her, despite her relatively diminutive stature. Teff's gaze regarded the items only briefly, before drawing her eyes upward to focus on the terrified bunny. For her part, Teff gave as genuine a smile in reply as she was able. She imagined it must've come off as condescending, or disingenuous. But she tried.
"Thank you, dear," Teff softly noted, "But I promise you I'm fine."
"B-B-B-But," Terri stammered, "The b-b-b-bottle."
"Really. Don't worry about it. But thank you."
( Story Continues... )
The girl was doing her absolute her best as she made her offering, struggling mightily to hide her almost overwhelming anxiety behind a too-forced smile. Of course, she was still wearing the rest of her nightclub attire. Miniskirt, tube top, fishnets - It made for an awkward mixture, such a bold outfit to go with her utter terror and her polite, false, retail-level happiness.
The tray clattered as the rabbit girl shivered. Terri visibly struggled to maintain her composure. The assortment of items on the tray were somewhat eclectic: Several bandages of different sizes, gauze, forceps, fast-drying liquid stitches, handfuls of various painkillers, an assortment of hard candies, and a tall bottle of vodka. It was the usual array of necessities she'd bring to her compatriots when they'd return from a unfortunately difficult, violent encounter. This was the first time she'd presented them in such a manner, though. As if she were a cocktail waitress.
From the other side of the tray, where she sat upon the black leather couch, the otherworldly mink regarded Terri's offering with cool disinterest. Teff sat with one leg over the other, her cigarette holder hanging loose in her fingers, somehow seeming too large for the room to actually contain her, despite her relatively diminutive stature. Teff's gaze regarded the items only briefly, before drawing her eyes upward to focus on the terrified bunny. For her part, Teff gave as genuine a smile in reply as she was able. She imagined it must've come off as condescending, or disingenuous. But she tried.
"Thank you, dear," Teff softly noted, "But I promise you I'm fine."
"B-B-B-But," Terri stammered, "The b-b-b-bottle."
"Really. Don't worry about it. But thank you."
( Story Continues... )