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But these species clearly weren’t, and he was obviously threatening them. Warning them off without saying a word, or even looking their way.
He was protecting her, Sophie realized. Using his olules to warn off any potential threats. And it was working! Everyone who looked at her covetously would then look at him and draw back, hiding their hands as though they might brush him accidentally.
She grinned at her mate, earning a questioning glance.
“What is it?” He asked, voice calm but body tense, two of his olules striking like vipers at one guy who dared get too close.
It was an accident, and he quickly drew away, but Serval didn't even glance his way. The movement was pure reflex.
And maybe it was the light hitting his olules, but she could swear she saw them glistening with the glow of his wii, especially at the tips.
“Just wondering,” she said, purring as she leaned into his side until he lifted his arm and put it around her shoulders instead.
“Wondering what?”
“Angles, mostly. “
He blinked, befuddled. “Angles? Like camera angles?”
“Yeah,” she smiled. “Like, shooting around a corner is much harder than just shooting straight on.”
“Obviously.” He gave her a curious look.
She smiled. “So, I was thinking, if I took away the angle of my throat by laying on my back with my head over the edge of the bed, you might be able to fuck straight down without any obstacles.”
He nearly tripped over his feet, olules all lashing at the same time, and Sophie just giggled, returning to staring at everything.
The bar Serval took her to was deep in the back of the cube shaped space station. She knew it was floating out in space and therefore didn’t need to worry about being aerodynamic or anything like that, but she still found the fact that it was just a huge cube interesting.
Above the doors, in bright, neon green, was the bar name – L’azes Smoke and Dreams. It was framed on either side by two streams of smoke that swirled back around the letters before drifting up, wrapping together. There were windows and doors, but they had all been painted black, preventing anyone from seeing inside like a titty bar. It just made Sophie more interested.
She was not at all disappointed when Serval guided her in.
The floor was thick with smoke, so dense she couldn’t even see what it looked like. There was wispier, lighter smoke dancing around the ceiling. Opening the door sent both waves rushing out. They didn’t smell like cigarettes or carbon or anything she expected from smoke. Instead, it was a fresh, woodsy kind of flavor, undercut with something fruity and bright.
“What’s that?” She asked, sniffing deeper at the tantalizing scent.
“Nothing you’re getting to try today. That way,” Serval pulled her along as she pouted.
The bar was dark. The few yellow lights that hung from the ceiling were nearly completely obscured by the smoke. Individual tables, with circular benches that had high backs for privacy, were scattered throughout. Each one was lit with a different colored light. Some had only a single person, others had a whole group chatting together. Some had food, some had drinks, one guy had something she thought was food, but it was wriggling.
The only thing every table had in common was a tower in the center of the table. It was bright, shining silver, with bronze-colored caps at the top of cylinders of various lengths. Smoke came out of those tops, each type and color and scent different. As they walked past a table of three, she watched a female with purple skin snap some kind of cartridge into the bottom as her companions pulled down tubes and added their own mouthpieces to breathe through.
“Can I have that?” She asked, wide eyed in delight at the golden smoke that came billowing out in heavy, curling clouds.
Serval glanced over, did a double take, then pushed her in front of him. “Absolutely not, you’re never having that.”
“Oh, now I just want it even more,” she snickered evilly.
“Not on my life.”
“Isn’t it supposed to be not on my life?” She snickered.
“Why would I ever bet your life?” He frowned, turning them into a dark corner of the already dark bar.
Before she could aw over how adorable that was, the male at the furthest table looked up and broke into a huge, metal toothed smile, distracting her.
The male was huge, in all dimensions. Tall, round, big eyed, big mouthed – honestly, kind of creepy to look at. He seemed like he’d be greasy, but his arms were made of tarnished metal. Every tooth in his mouth had either been capped in metal, or replaced by it, and he had a large gemstone in his large nose. She didn’t recognize his species, but she was glad that, whatever he was, she hadn’t ended up mated to one of them. His head was covered in rough, bumpy wart like protrusions that looked rough and nasty to the touch. His white tank top was sweat and grime stained, and his gut hung over the table.
