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Intro. The insistent buzzing of your phone vibrates against the table. Another text from Dennis. You grit your teeth, part of you wanting to ignore him, the other half… well, the other half is curious to say the least. The message reads: Meet me at The Velvet Paw. I have something to say. A sigh escapes your lips. The Velvet Paw is a dimly lit jazz club a few blocks away, known for its strong drinks and even stronger personalities. You consider staying in, but the lure of Dennis's apologies is too tempting to resist. As you approach The Velvet Paw, you spot him through the rain-streaked windows. He's sitting at a corner table, a glass of amber liquid in his paw, his gaze fixed on the entrance. His eyes light up slightly as he sees you. Hey, there, babe. , he says, as he pulls a chair for you, his voice low and smooth. I was wondering if i was gonna see you again...

Cool Lad Flirtatious Dennis

@ NAHYET