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The Night, Part Two
A sequel to The Eve
© 2021 by Walter Reimer
“Where are we going? For dinner, I mean?” Electra asked.
Dan took his eyes off the traffic for a second to smile at her. “I didn’t think you’d mind having dinner somewhere other than the best places in Highpoint – “
“Ugh,” she said, giving her head a disgruntled toss. Her sandy-blonde headfur was still loose, and she shoved it back into order with a paw. “I think I can recite Chez Rinker’s menu by heart. Anywhere you take me will be fine.”
“Thank you,” the buck said, “but I also had one thing in mind.”
“Oh?”
He nodded as he turned left. “You’ve spent most of your college years abroad, so there’s a place you might not know about. It’s in the university district.” He paused as he skillfully slowed, bringing the car close to the curb as a police car sped past, its lights on and siren blaring. “It’s not Chez Rinker, but it’s not a burger place either.”
Electra grinned. “I like the sound of this already. Um . . . “
“Yes, Electra?”
“You don’t mind that I’m seeing other mels, do you?”
The car was moving down a side street. “Are you changing your mind?”
Her eyes widened. “No!”
“Then I don’t mind.” He took a paw off the gear shift lever and rested it on her left paw where it sat on her thigh. He gave the paw a reassuring squeeze. “Although, I am a buck.”
“What’s that mean?”
Daniel chuckled. “I don’t mind hearing about the competition. Keeps me on my hoof-tips.”
She laughed. “I see,” she said in mock-serious tones. “Well,” she said as he pulled into a parking lot, “you might want to avoid Duke Robert’s son for a while.”
Daniel’s ears swiveled. “Steven? What did he do?”
“Tried to slip something into my drink – “ A loud whistling snort cause her to start in surprise. “Now, Daniel. I said ‘tried;’ one of the guards spotted him and told Helen.”
Shifting the car into park and switching off the engine Daniel said, “What happened to him?”
Electra grinned. “Helen sat down beside me, and just stared at him all through the dinner. Every course.” Her smile grew nasty. “For over an hour.”
“Just stared at him?”
She nodded as she took off her seat belt. “Like a feral wolf looks at prey. Turned him into a complete nervous wreck. All the way back to the Palace in the limousine he just kept mumbling, ‘Those eyes.’” Both deer chuckled. “Helen reported him to Father – “
“Not the police?”
The doe raised a finger in a ‘wait a moment’ gesture. “Stephen is not welcome at court, and the matter’s gone to the police. So don’t be surprised if he shows up in the papers before the week’s out.”
“Good. Acting like that – give the nobility a bad name.” Daniel got out of the car and circled around it, only to pause as Electra climbed out of the passenger side. “Oh.”
“I can get used to riding around without a chauffeur,” she chuckled.
“And here I was, wanting to open the door for you,” Daniel said. “I was taught manners.”
She took his arm after he locked the car. “I can tell,” she said, “and you were a perfect gentleman – in bed.” They laughed and she looked at the sign over the restaurant. “Iskovitz’s Salt Lick? Sounds speciesist.”
“It might have been, when Iskovitz founded it,” Daniel said, “in 1899. It’s very popular with the college set, and with people wanting good food at a good price.” He leaned in. “And Iskovitz was a deer.”
“Oh.” She nibbled on her lower lip. “Sorry.”
“It’s no problem.”
The restaurant’s décor wasn’t fancy, but showed that care was being taken to maintain the wood paneling and furnishings. Daniel and Electra were shown to a booth at the back, and the feline server gave them menus. “Start you two off with drinks?”
“A glass of soda, please,” Electra said, and Daniel held up two fingers. The server smiled and walked off, and the whitetail doe started reading her menu. “Wide selection of dishes.”
Daniel nodded. “Highpoint’s got a lot of furs in it. If you’ll excuse me, it’s why I wanted to go to law school here, rather than elsewhere.” She gave him a questioning glance and he replied, “I thought it was vital that I learn how other people think and interpret the law.”
“Very sensible. Father thinks the same way.”
The server came around again. “Can I take your orders?”
Electra looked up at the tabby. “I’ll have the spaghetti and sausage, with garlic bread.” She said, reading from the herbivore side of the menu. The doe gave the server her menu, and the feline glanced at her. “Hm? What?”
“Nothing,” the server said with a headshake. “You just looked familiar, that’s all.” Daniel saw a diner two tables away perk his ears and turn to stare before casually raising his arm and rubbing his nose against his shirt cuff. He turned his gaze back to the server as she asked him for his order.
“I’ll have the Salisbury steak, with steamed vegetables and fries, please,” the buck said, giving the server his menu after she’d taken down the order. When she had left, Daniel raised his glass of soda. “A toast.”
“Hm? Oh!” She picked up her glass. “What shall we toast to?”
“Your pretty eyes.”
Her ears dipped in a blush as he clinked his glass against hers. He leaned in close and murmured, “I think we’re being watched.”
“Oh?”
“Marten guy, sitting alone. I think he’s Royal Guard.” She resisted looking in that direction and Daniel added, “Captain Bach knows our entire itinerary for the night, so it’s certain that maybe half the furs here are hers.”
Electra suddenly grinned. “What do you think would happen if you yelled ‘Attention’ really loudly?”
Daniel gave a soft laugh. “Let’s not try, okay? I don’t want to ruin dinner with you, which, by the way, is the first dinner I’ve had with you that I’ll be able to get through without passing out.”
Her ears dipped. “I apologized for that – “
“And I accepted your apologies. Forgiven doesn’t necessarily mean forgotten.” He reached across the table and took her paw. “And I’m grateful to you for choosing me.”
She smiled, giving his paw a squeeze.
They were still holding paws and gazing at each other when the server arrived with their plates, and they started to eat. The sausage was mainly beans and peas, but redolent of fennel and garlic; the ‘steak’ was similarly vegetable-based. “This is so good,” Electra said, twirling up a serving of the pasta on her fork. “How’s your steak?”
“Delicious,” Daniel said. “Never had it here before. Iskovitz knows his stuff.”
“I thought you said that he founded the place in 1899.”
“This is his, hm, great-grandfawn. I think. College students started coming here with their dates, and he’s had a secure business here ever since.” She nodded, her mouth full, and he started to cut another bite of his steak when he felt her hoof gently rub against his ankle. He caught her eye and she winked at him as she wiped her muzzle with her napkin.
The tablecloth was blocking the view of the two of them playing hoofsies as dinner progressed, and when his plate was clean Daniel slipped his phone from his jacket pocket and checked the time. “What time is it?” Electra asked.
“Almost seven,” the buck replied. “We have plenty of time.”
“For what?”
He grinned at her. “I bought tickets for a performance of Tinker’s Dam at the Free Theater.”
The doe gaped. “Isn’t – wasn’t that banned?”
Daniel shook his head. “The Royal Advocate couldn’t get his injunction approved when the theater showed that no one under twenty-one was being allowed in.” He grinned. “Do you think you stand the scandal?” Her grin was all the response he needed.
With her meal half-eaten, Electra excused herself, and as she made her way to the restroom Daniel saw a young canine get to her feet and follow her. Her bearing almost screamed Soldier, so he judged that if the doe hadn’t come back in ten minutes, he would brave the portal of that feminine fastness known as the Ladies’ Room to make sure she was all right.
He was down to four minutes remaining when she came back, exchanging a smile with the canine femme before parting company with her and sitting back down. Electra caught the look on his face. “What?”
“Let me guess: She was in the Guard?”
Electra nodded. “I didn’t recognize her at first without her clothes on.” He must have blinked incredulously at her because she giggled and said, “I meant her uniform, silly!”
The pair started laughing before Daniel said, “Honest mistake.”
She smiled. “Yes, I suppose so.”
“How is Sandy, by the way?” Lady Alexandra was close to Electra’s age and had attended university with her. The two were also lovers, based on what Daniel had seen.
“Oh, she’s very well,” and the doe winked, causing him to smile.
“I’m glad to hear it.” His ears perked as the server walked up to their table. “May we have the check, please?”
“Sure thing,” the server said, and she suddenly looked nervous. “Um,” and she hesitated, looking at Electra.
“Yes?”
“You’re her. Princess Electra, I mean.”
Electra blinked, and her ears went down.
Daniel suddenly laughed, diverting both femmes’ attention to him. “Hah! I told you, Tracy!”
“Huh?” the doe said.
“Tracy,” and he wagged a finger, “I keep telling you that you look like the Princess, and you don’t believe me.”
Much to her credit, Electra managed to get what he was saying. “Yeah, but you know I look nothing like her.”
“I keep telling her,” Daniel said to the server.
“Sure you do,” the feline server said, and went off to get their receipt.
“She looks more like the Princess than you do,” Daniel muttered.
Electra kicked him in the ankle.
<NEXT>
<PREVIOUS>
A sequel to The Eve
© 2021 by Walter Reimer
“Where are we going? For dinner, I mean?” Electra asked.
Dan took his eyes off the traffic for a second to smile at her. “I didn’t think you’d mind having dinner somewhere other than the best places in Highpoint – “
“Ugh,” she said, giving her head a disgruntled toss. Her sandy-blonde headfur was still loose, and she shoved it back into order with a paw. “I think I can recite Chez Rinker’s menu by heart. Anywhere you take me will be fine.”
“Thank you,” the buck said, “but I also had one thing in mind.”
“Oh?”
He nodded as he turned left. “You’ve spent most of your college years abroad, so there’s a place you might not know about. It’s in the university district.” He paused as he skillfully slowed, bringing the car close to the curb as a police car sped past, its lights on and siren blaring. “It’s not Chez Rinker, but it’s not a burger place either.”
Electra grinned. “I like the sound of this already. Um . . . “
“Yes, Electra?”
“You don’t mind that I’m seeing other mels, do you?”
The car was moving down a side street. “Are you changing your mind?”
Her eyes widened. “No!”
“Then I don’t mind.” He took a paw off the gear shift lever and rested it on her left paw where it sat on her thigh. He gave the paw a reassuring squeeze. “Although, I am a buck.”
“What’s that mean?”
Daniel chuckled. “I don’t mind hearing about the competition. Keeps me on my hoof-tips.”
She laughed. “I see,” she said in mock-serious tones. “Well,” she said as he pulled into a parking lot, “you might want to avoid Duke Robert’s son for a while.”
Daniel’s ears swiveled. “Steven? What did he do?”
“Tried to slip something into my drink – “ A loud whistling snort cause her to start in surprise. “Now, Daniel. I said ‘tried;’ one of the guards spotted him and told Helen.”
Shifting the car into park and switching off the engine Daniel said, “What happened to him?”
Electra grinned. “Helen sat down beside me, and just stared at him all through the dinner. Every course.” Her smile grew nasty. “For over an hour.”
“Just stared at him?”
She nodded as she took off her seat belt. “Like a feral wolf looks at prey. Turned him into a complete nervous wreck. All the way back to the Palace in the limousine he just kept mumbling, ‘Those eyes.’” Both deer chuckled. “Helen reported him to Father – “
“Not the police?”
The doe raised a finger in a ‘wait a moment’ gesture. “Stephen is not welcome at court, and the matter’s gone to the police. So don’t be surprised if he shows up in the papers before the week’s out.”
“Good. Acting like that – give the nobility a bad name.” Daniel got out of the car and circled around it, only to pause as Electra climbed out of the passenger side. “Oh.”
“I can get used to riding around without a chauffeur,” she chuckled.
“And here I was, wanting to open the door for you,” Daniel said. “I was taught manners.”
She took his arm after he locked the car. “I can tell,” she said, “and you were a perfect gentleman – in bed.” They laughed and she looked at the sign over the restaurant. “Iskovitz’s Salt Lick? Sounds speciesist.”
“It might have been, when Iskovitz founded it,” Daniel said, “in 1899. It’s very popular with the college set, and with people wanting good food at a good price.” He leaned in. “And Iskovitz was a deer.”
“Oh.” She nibbled on her lower lip. “Sorry.”
“It’s no problem.”
The restaurant’s décor wasn’t fancy, but showed that care was being taken to maintain the wood paneling and furnishings. Daniel and Electra were shown to a booth at the back, and the feline server gave them menus. “Start you two off with drinks?”
“A glass of soda, please,” Electra said, and Daniel held up two fingers. The server smiled and walked off, and the whitetail doe started reading her menu. “Wide selection of dishes.”
Daniel nodded. “Highpoint’s got a lot of furs in it. If you’ll excuse me, it’s why I wanted to go to law school here, rather than elsewhere.” She gave him a questioning glance and he replied, “I thought it was vital that I learn how other people think and interpret the law.”
“Very sensible. Father thinks the same way.”
The server came around again. “Can I take your orders?”
Electra looked up at the tabby. “I’ll have the spaghetti and sausage, with garlic bread.” She said, reading from the herbivore side of the menu. The doe gave the server her menu, and the feline glanced at her. “Hm? What?”
“Nothing,” the server said with a headshake. “You just looked familiar, that’s all.” Daniel saw a diner two tables away perk his ears and turn to stare before casually raising his arm and rubbing his nose against his shirt cuff. He turned his gaze back to the server as she asked him for his order.
“I’ll have the Salisbury steak, with steamed vegetables and fries, please,” the buck said, giving the server his menu after she’d taken down the order. When she had left, Daniel raised his glass of soda. “A toast.”
“Hm? Oh!” She picked up her glass. “What shall we toast to?”
“Your pretty eyes.”
Her ears dipped in a blush as he clinked his glass against hers. He leaned in close and murmured, “I think we’re being watched.”
“Oh?”
“Marten guy, sitting alone. I think he’s Royal Guard.” She resisted looking in that direction and Daniel added, “Captain Bach knows our entire itinerary for the night, so it’s certain that maybe half the furs here are hers.”
Electra suddenly grinned. “What do you think would happen if you yelled ‘Attention’ really loudly?”
Daniel gave a soft laugh. “Let’s not try, okay? I don’t want to ruin dinner with you, which, by the way, is the first dinner I’ve had with you that I’ll be able to get through without passing out.”
Her ears dipped. “I apologized for that – “
“And I accepted your apologies. Forgiven doesn’t necessarily mean forgotten.” He reached across the table and took her paw. “And I’m grateful to you for choosing me.”
She smiled, giving his paw a squeeze.
They were still holding paws and gazing at each other when the server arrived with their plates, and they started to eat. The sausage was mainly beans and peas, but redolent of fennel and garlic; the ‘steak’ was similarly vegetable-based. “This is so good,” Electra said, twirling up a serving of the pasta on her fork. “How’s your steak?”
“Delicious,” Daniel said. “Never had it here before. Iskovitz knows his stuff.”
“I thought you said that he founded the place in 1899.”
“This is his, hm, great-grandfawn. I think. College students started coming here with their dates, and he’s had a secure business here ever since.” She nodded, her mouth full, and he started to cut another bite of his steak when he felt her hoof gently rub against his ankle. He caught her eye and she winked at him as she wiped her muzzle with her napkin.
The tablecloth was blocking the view of the two of them playing hoofsies as dinner progressed, and when his plate was clean Daniel slipped his phone from his jacket pocket and checked the time. “What time is it?” Electra asked.
“Almost seven,” the buck replied. “We have plenty of time.”
“For what?”
He grinned at her. “I bought tickets for a performance of Tinker’s Dam at the Free Theater.”
The doe gaped. “Isn’t – wasn’t that banned?”
Daniel shook his head. “The Royal Advocate couldn’t get his injunction approved when the theater showed that no one under twenty-one was being allowed in.” He grinned. “Do you think you stand the scandal?” Her grin was all the response he needed.
With her meal half-eaten, Electra excused herself, and as she made her way to the restroom Daniel saw a young canine get to her feet and follow her. Her bearing almost screamed Soldier, so he judged that if the doe hadn’t come back in ten minutes, he would brave the portal of that feminine fastness known as the Ladies’ Room to make sure she was all right.
He was down to four minutes remaining when she came back, exchanging a smile with the canine femme before parting company with her and sitting back down. Electra caught the look on his face. “What?”
“Let me guess: She was in the Guard?”
Electra nodded. “I didn’t recognize her at first without her clothes on.” He must have blinked incredulously at her because she giggled and said, “I meant her uniform, silly!”
The pair started laughing before Daniel said, “Honest mistake.”
She smiled. “Yes, I suppose so.”
“How is Sandy, by the way?” Lady Alexandra was close to Electra’s age and had attended university with her. The two were also lovers, based on what Daniel had seen.
“Oh, she’s very well,” and the doe winked, causing him to smile.
“I’m glad to hear it.” His ears perked as the server walked up to their table. “May we have the check, please?”
“Sure thing,” the server said, and she suddenly looked nervous. “Um,” and she hesitated, looking at Electra.
“Yes?”
“You’re her. Princess Electra, I mean.”
Electra blinked, and her ears went down.
Daniel suddenly laughed, diverting both femmes’ attention to him. “Hah! I told you, Tracy!”
“Huh?” the doe said.
“Tracy,” and he wagged a finger, “I keep telling you that you look like the Princess, and you don’t believe me.”
Much to her credit, Electra managed to get what he was saying. “Yeah, but you know I look nothing like her.”
“I keep telling her,” Daniel said to the server.
“Sure you do,” the feline server said, and went off to get their receipt.
“She looks more like the Princess than you do,” Daniel muttered.
Electra kicked him in the ankle.
<NEXT>
<PREVIOUS>
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Deer
Gender Multiple characters
Size 120 x 80px
File Size 60.8 kB
Listed in Folders
"Daniel.....otters....like to frolic...too damned much..."
Also, yeah, the young lord's giving nobles a bad name. Hopefully that scandal'd teach him a lesson (it won't).
Also, yeah, the young lord's giving nobles a bad name. Hopefully that scandal'd teach him a lesson (it won't).
Well, this being a fantasy story, you can rest assured that the young noble will see the wrong side of the bars at the local penitentiary.
Well, that's only happening because Electra is the crown princess, if it were anyfur else Stephen's dad's rank (A Duke) would've been enough to save his (Stephen's) whitefur.
Yeah....you did preface your comment with noting this is a fantasy story.
Yeah....you did preface your comment with noting this is a fantasy story.
I like the boy. He thinks on his feet, too.
As for fantasies - boy tried to play fast and loose with someone higher in the political food chain than he is. Getting punished for it isn't fantasy material.
As for fantasies - boy tried to play fast and loose with someone higher in the political food chain than he is. Getting punished for it isn't fantasy material.
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