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Wick's cane taps the street as he strolls toward the little daisey, a gloom hanging over his head after a falling out with mitzi. A proper apology and a bit of honest conversation would set things right, now he just had to find her...
Wick is snapped out of his thoughts by a ruckus coming from nearby, a disheveled cat was being forced into a police car.
Wait... Zib?
Just as wick recognizes the other cat, he's being driven away. The little daisey wasn't too far from here, but Wick didn't feel good about leaving his friend to rot in a cell over night either.
"Oh dear... I suppose redemption will just have to wait."
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Zib stood hazily in his cell. To get booked for drinking... Well, he wouldn't have been drunk if not for a few cruel words from Mitzi.
"Trips down memory lane only lead me in tragic circles..." Zib grumbles to himself.
"Zibowski. You've made bail."
The cats ears twitched. Only one feline would bail him out at a time like this.
The cat turned, "Mitzi-"
"I'm afraid not."
Zib blinked a few times as he tried to process the sight in front of him- Wick, standing in all his gentlemanly charm, had bailed him out of jail in the middle of the night.
"Wick?"
"At your service!"
Zib was simply lost for words.
"...Why??"
"I saw you in a bind and thought I'd help out. Hop to it, then. We best be off."
"Uh..." zib awkwardly stepped out of the cell and followed the aristocrat to his car.
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The car ride was awkward.
"Where are you staying these days?" Wick asks, and zib really wishes he hadn't. It only reminds him that he missed the rent and was forced to leave his rented room.
"I'm kinda... between places right now..."
"I see... you'll stay with me tonight."
"Huh?"
"Surely you don't expect me to leave you on the sidewalk?"
"Uh, no, but-"
"I have a number of spare rooms. It won't inconvenience me one bit."
"Alright then..." zib mumbles.
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The musician feels truly out of place stepping on polished tile or luxurious rugs, eyeing paintings that definitely came from a fancy art show or museum.
"Make yourself at home. I'll have someone prepare a room straight away."
"It's fine..." zib grumbles, "I'm not tired anyway."
"Ah..." wick had to pause, he could feel a somber vibe coming from the other cat that was far too similar to his own, it felt like they were each sinking in their own pit of misery.
"...well then, how about joining me for a drink?"
Zib smiled, a wonderful sight, "can't say no to free booze."
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Wick pours them both a glass of fine scotch, and they began drinking, silently. It was clear that something weighed on both of them.
"So? Trouble with the law?" Wick asks before downing his scotch.
"Yeah... caught me with my flask out..." zib replies, downing his own scotch.
"Ah..." wick says with a small laugh, refilling their glasses, "You were having a fun night then?"
Zibs jaw tightens, "No. I, uh... think I upset mitzi."
Wick stopped mid-pour.
"... you don't say..."
"Yeah..."
They were both silent for a minute. Wick drinks his scotch and says, "...me too."
Zibs head swiveled as the aristocrat poured himself more scotch, "What'd you two fight about??"
Wick stared into his glass of amber liquid and sighed, "She asked me for a favor and I... well, I declined. I wanted to help her, but... there are livelihoods that depend on me. I can't... won't endanger them."
More silence. Both cats drink down their scotch.
"What about you, then?" Wick asks.
Zib huffs and pours himself another drink.
"...I asked mitzi if she'd leave town with me."
Wick's ears twitched, and then flattened on his head.
"...what?"
"I said we could go anywhere... she said we'd never leave town. I was a fool to think she'd leave with me."
Zib drinks down his scotch, while Wick seems momentarily lost for words.
"If she had, I'd have lost my only friends in the world... in the same night."
"Oh... I didn't even think-"
"I know. It's fine."
But it very clearly wasn't fine. Wick drank his scotch and was already pouring more when Zib spoke up, "You could make new friends, right?"
Wick looked a bit dejected, "There are no 'new friends' in politics. Once people know you, and what you can do for them, you find they tell you everything you want to hear... and nothing else..."
Zib rubbed absent-mindedly at the back of his neck and quickly downed his scotch.
"That's rough... sorry wick, I wasn't thinking. I wasn't trying to leave you alone, I just..."
"I understand... I've loved Mitzi before." Wick says, refreshing their drinks.
"I know what she does to a man. Just makes you want to-"
"-leave everything behind?" Zib finishes the other cats sentence and Wick nods.
More silence as the cats drink down their scotch. By now the effect of the liquor was clear, Wick was swaying slightly and even Zib was having trouble keeping his thoughts in order.
"I won't leave you behind, Wick. I promise."
"Oh, come on..." wick says as he pours more scotch, "You don't need to say that on my account."
"Hey... C'mon Wick, look at me!"
The other cat reluctantly meets zibs gaze.
"Y'know I care about you, right?"
"...you're just saying that. You'd leave if that's what Mitzi wanted."
Zib moves closer, "No, I'm not. I promise you I won't leave you like that."
Wick had to look away.
"Why stay for me?"
Zib touched the other cats chin and turned wick's face toward his own.
"Don't make me repeat myself, Wick. I care about you. I don't want you to be lonely."
Wick was suddenly breathless, lost in his friends eyes- which were full of compassion for wick- and then dropping his gaze to the other cats lips.
Wick jolted once he realized he was staring, and blushed as he pulled away to stare into his drink.
"I-Im sorry, I don't know what came over me..."
Zib chuckled, "I think I know..."
Wick felt zibs paw on his face again, and this time he surrendered completely to the other cats touch. They looked at each other for just a moment before zib kissed wick.
It was gentle, slow, and then passionate and heavy. Zibs paws moved to hold wick's waist, and wick had placed his paws squarely on the other cats firm shoulders. By the time they pulled away, they were both panting and out of breath, zib wearing a huge grin.
"I liked that..."
Wick chuckled, and that chuckle became a lasting smile. Zib enjoyed seeing his friend like this, he felt up the other cats waist and asked, "...Wanna head to the bedroom?"
Wick glanced away, his paws feeling up zibs shoulders, "...Would that be moving too fast?"
Zib gave his friend a look of desire, and then another kiss, Wick could feel zibs tongue invading his mouth, conquering it. Zib gave Wicks ass a rough squeeze, before moving his paws under the other cats legs and lifting him up, wick wrapping his legs around Zib for support.
"A-Ah! Zib--" Wick was silenced by another hungry kiss, and he felt like he was being swept away by an epic hero... until something was whispered in his ear: "Fuck going slow."
As zib marched up a flight of stairs in search of wicks bedroom, the aristocrat couldn't help but wonder if he was being carried away by a villain...
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Wick slept soundly through the morning, his face pressed into a plush blanket that smelled of... cigarettes?
Wick nuzzles his face into the soft fur, humming a soft "mmm" as he cuddles up to the warm body next to him...
...Warm body?
Wick's entire form went stiff. What had he done? Who was he with? The splitting headache suggested he'd been drinking, but what else was new? The last thing Wick remembered was heading towards the little daisey to see...
Mitzi.
Oh dear... only wick could turn an apology into an invitation to get frisky. This was just typical, Wick was always sweeping the ladies off their feet- even when he didnt mean to- and now he was nuzzled into Mitzi's strong chest, with one muscled arm holding him-
Wait... Wick never found Mitzi... he found...
Zib!
The aristocrat jumped out of bed and silently raced out of the room. Wick could hardly process his own thoughts! His head was spinning! What if word got out?
What would his shareholders say?
What would mitzi say?
What would Wick's MOTHER say??
Wick took a deep breath, the world wasn't ending, he could make it through this. He just had to breathe.
Wick went back to his room to find a sight that took his breath away- zib sitting up in bed. The aristocrat turned to stone the instant their eyes met, his mind racing for something to say.
"Morning, beautiful..." zib grumbles, stretching himself out on the aristocrats bed.
B-Beautiful??
Wick had never been called beautiful before. It was... interesting, the same kind of interesting that swept him off his feet last night.
Zib finished stretching and opened his eyes to see wick sort of... staring at him. The other cat suddenly jolted and began to stammer.
"Y-Yes, well, erm... how about breakfast? I'll have some made up straight away! Only the best!"
Wick bolted out of the room, he just needed some food. That would get his head right. Hopefully...