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A single throb pulsed through it. They waited patiently outside the office to be called in. Through the door, they could hear a heated debate going on with within. They were talking so loud, it was hard to not eavesdrop on the conversation.\n\n“Dad, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but you gotta let me go.”\n\n“Why do you want to leave? There's nothing out there for you.”\n\n“Because I'm twenty-four years old, dad. I've not seen the sun I years. I don't want to hang around these degenerates anymore. I have dreams that take me far beyond these walls. I have hopes for the future.”\n\n“And those dreams and hopes include marrying that dyke and selling yourself to the record label for the highest bid.”\n\n“Don't call her a dyke-”\n\n“Your mother would be ashamed of the way you're acting out.”\n\n“Mom's gone, dad. Maybe you need to accept it.”\n\n“Where are you-I'm not finished.”\n\nThe door opened, Nick stuck his foot out to catch it so it didn't smash them against the wall. Honey stormed off down the stairs muttering under her breath that she was finished. Nick watched her walk away, his face softening. Honey walking away angry again, it was just like the last time he'd see her. It felt so familiar that he had to remind himself that was almost three years ago.\n\n“Come in.”\n\nThe sound of the baron gravelly voice caused Nick to jolt. Judy looked at him with worry in her eyes. He managed to find his smile, if only for her sake. He knew his smile would bring always bring one to her face.\n\nThe pair stepped into the office surprised to see it was nothing like they imagined. The place was decked out like a high-end loft rather than an industrial feel. Makeshift walls built from heavy-duty curtains separating the main room from whatever lay behind them. Nick assumed that the baron and Honey's bedrooms lay beyond. Nick enjoyed the feel of the soft carpet under his feet. It felt so foreign compared to the cold metal catwalk they'd been standing on.\n\nA large desk dominated the main room. A badger sat wearily in his big leather chair behind it. All along the wall behind him was a large computer console that had been renovated to serve a domestic function. Above the old console was a window that looked down on the whole hideout. There were two leather chairs set to the front of the classy-looking desk. Nick took this opportunity to help Judy sit in the chair, making sure she was comfortable. Judy whispered her thanks as she held his hand tight. Nick stood close by, ready to help her if she needed it.\n\nThe baron didn't speak, he didn't even look up from something in his hands he was studying. Nick craned his neck trying to see what it was, the dim lighting in the room made it hard to decipher what it was. The baron pinched the bridge of his muzzle and sighed, before leaning back in his chair. The baron set something, a picture frame, back on the desk. It was turned so Nick could only see the back of it, leaving him to assume it was a picture of his family.\n\n“Welcome to my parlor, make yourselves at home.”\n\n“Thank you.”\n\nNick's curiosity was just too much, he took this opportunity to pick up the picture to get a better look. It was a younger baron standing arm in arm with a young badger female. Between them was a fresh-eyed, young Honey with a big smile on her face. One of her fangs had fallen out. It brought a smile to Nick's face. Judy tugged Nick's hand. Bringing him around to look at her. She thrust her nose towards the baron. Nick saw that the baron was less than pleased that Nick picked up the picture.\n\n“What a lovely family you have?”\n\nThe baron snatched the picture away, setting it back down on his desk. “Thank you.”\n\nJudy shot a questioning look to Nick that embarrassed him more than the incident did. “My apology.”\n\n“What's your name?”\n\n“I'm Patrick and this is my wife...”\n\n“Fiver, I know. What kind of name is that?”\n\n“A good one,” Judy added rubbing her temple, her head throbbed.\n\nThe baron smiled, opened his middle drawer. He pulled out an over the counter pill bottle, popping it open. He tapped two brown pills onto his desk and scooted them across the wood to her.\n\n“For your headache. You took a solid hit there. One that would've knocked out a lion, I'm very impressed.”\n\n“She's the tough one in our relationship.”\n\n“Clearly. Now, I'm going to break this down for you.” The baron shot a glare towards Nick. “I don't like foxes, or, at least, I didn't until I met Finnick. The only reason you're here is because he vouches for you. I'm more interested in...Fiver.”\n\n“Thanks, but I'm already married.”\n\n“I think you're getting the wrong idea. Drink?”\n\nNick held up a hand. “Yes, please.”\n\nThe baron got up from his seat, snatching three glasses from a stack laying them out. He picked up a crystal decanter full of a brown liquid. He didn't even bother being gingerly about it pouring, he did it in one long stream, dumping some on the top of the console, before topping the bottle. He held out a glass to Judy, she smiled and took it.\n\n“Bottoms up.”\n\nJudy down the entire glass before Nick had a chance to stop her. It was almost comical to watch Judy fighting to keep from making a face. The spicy liquid burned his tongue setting a fire on the way down to his stomach and he was simply sipping it. He could only imagine how much the whole glass burned. Judy was certainly tough, or at least a good enough actor to cover it up. Judy set the glass down on the edge of the desk, leaning back in the chair.\n\n“And she can hold her liquor, you're a very lucky mammal, fox.”\n\n“His name is Patrick, despite what you feel about foxes, he's an amazing husband. An awesome lock pick, and the only one that can rock my cradle, if you get my drift.”\n\n“I do. My apologies, Patrick.”\n\n“Let's cut to the chase then, shall we?”\n\nThe baron sat back down in his chair, folding his hands in front of him on the desk. Nick slipped down in the chair next to Judy. He noticed that she was starting to look a little green around the gills. It wasn't a surprise to him. Nick knew that she wasn't a drinker and hammering back such a strong drink on an empty stomach wasn't a good idea.\n\n“Finnick doesn't like many mammals, and only a few times has he brought someone to this sanctuary. All of them are very prized members of my...flock. There's something special about you two. You, in particular, Fiver.”\n\nJudy squirmed in her seat, her hand gripping her stomach. “That's a nice sentiment, sir.”\n\n“It's true, come here, I want to show you something.”\n\nNick helped Judy to her feet. She leaned heavier on him than before. He could hear her stomach growling in protest. The baron stood at his window looking down at the masses. When he looked back at the pair, he patted the console next to him. Nick made a cradle out of his hands so he could give Judy a boost. Once she was up, she was quick to stabilize herself using the window. Nick climbed up next to her, putting an arm across the small of her back.\n\n“Look at them down there. Big galoots, the lot of them. Ungrateful of what they have. So big, so dumb, so worthless. Sure they try their best, but Finnick, he's been the only one good enough to fully rely on. He's smaller than the lot of them that makes him an invaluable asset to my business.”\n\n“Of?” Nick asked, leaning in.\n\n“I'm not at liberty say at this point, at least not until you two have proven some worth to me.”\n\nJudy groaned and leaning heavier on Nick almost knocking him off the console. The baron looked down at her with a considering look on his face.\n\n“Not feeling well? You may have a concussion.”\n\nJudy thought for a long moment, chewing her bottom lips. “It's-”\n\n“Cramps.”\n\nJudy glared up at Nick, mortified by what he said. The baron's face didn't change from his stoic look, obviously not one to shy away from this sort of topic.\n\n“Yes, I've been...”\n\n“And you willingly fought Manx. Impressive.”\n\nJudy verbally sighed in relief, her ears blushing only added to the nauseous feeling. Nick rubbing her back gently, trying to help ease her stomach ache.\n\n“Obviously, you're feeling under the weather, so let's conclude our discussion with this thought. A bunny would make an incredible ally, especially one as fast and resourceful as you. I can also tell that you and Patrick work well together so, you'd make quite the team. That is exactly what I need in my crew.”\n\n“Can we think it over?”\n\n“Certainly, and in the mean while help yourself to my hospitality. It's all on the house, you can always pay it back later.”\n\n“Thank you, sir.”\n\n“Dismissed.” The baron stated, slipping back into his seat tending to his drink.\n\nNick dropped down to the floor helping Judy down. She sat on the edge and slipped into his waiting arms. He held her close keeping her stable. The pair walked out of the office arm in arm. The cool air felt nice next to the stuffiness of the office. Still the smell of smoke did little to aid the nausea.\n\n“I need a bathroom fast, I'm gonna puke.”\n\n“Welcome to Vice City, Carrots. Rule of thumb, never drink liquor on an empty stomach.”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Step Into My Parlor

Judy pushed her forehead against Nick's cheek, her head was feeling heavy. A single throb pulsed through it. They waited patiently outside the office to be called in. Through the door, they could hear a heated debate going on with within. They were talking so loud, it was hard to not eavesdrop on the conversation.

“Dad, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but you gotta let me go.”

“Why do you want to leave? There's nothing out there for you.”

“Because I'm twenty-four years old, dad. I've not seen the sun I years. I don't want to hang around these degenerates anymore. I have dreams that take me far beyond these walls. I have hopes for the future.”

“And those dreams and hopes include marrying that dyke and selling yourself to the record label for the highest bid.”

“Don't call her a dyke-”

“Your mother would be ashamed of the way you're acting out.”

“Mom's gone, dad. Maybe you need to accept it.”

“Where are you-I'm not finished.”

The door opened, Nick stuck his foot out to catch it so it didn't smash them against the wall. Honey stormed off down the stairs muttering under her breath that she was finished. Nick watched her walk away, his face softening. Honey walking away angry again, it was just like the last time he'd see her. It felt so familiar that he had to remind himself that was almost three years ago.

“Come in.”

The sound of the baron gravelly voice caused Nick to jolt. Judy looked at him with worry in her eyes. He managed to find his smile, if only for her sake. He knew his smile would bring always bring one to her face.

The pair stepped into the office surprised to see it was nothing like they imagined. The place was decked out like a high-end loft rather than an industrial feel. Makeshift walls built from heavy-duty curtains separating the main room from whatever lay behind them. Nick assumed that the baron and Honey's bedrooms lay beyond. Nick enjoyed the feel of the soft carpet under his feet. It felt so foreign compared to the cold metal catwalk they'd been standing on.

A large desk dominated the main room. A badger sat wearily in his big leather chair behind it. All along the wall behind him was a large computer console that had been renovated to serve a domestic function. Above the old console was a window that looked down on the whole hideout. There were two leather chairs set to the front of the classy-looking desk. Nick took this opportunity to help Judy sit in the chair, making sure she was comfortable. Judy whispered her thanks as she held his hand tight. Nick stood close by, ready to help her if she needed it.

The baron didn't speak, he didn't even look up from something in his hands he was studying. Nick craned his neck trying to see what it was, the dim lighting in the room made it hard to decipher what it was. The baron pinched the bridge of his muzzle and sighed, before leaning back in his chair. The baron set something, a picture frame, back on the desk. It was turned so Nick could only see the back of it, leaving him to assume it was a picture of his family.

“Welcome to my parlor, make yourselves at home.”

“Thank you.”

Nick's curiosity was just too much, he took this opportunity to pick up the picture to get a better look. It was a younger baron standing arm in arm with a young badger female. Between them was a fresh-eyed, young Honey with a big smile on her face. One of her fangs had fallen out. It brought a smile to Nick's face. Judy tugged Nick's hand. Bringing him around to look at her. She thrust her nose towards the baron. Nick saw that the baron was less than pleased that Nick picked up the picture.

“What a lovely family you have?”

The baron snatched the picture away, setting it back down on his desk. “Thank you.”

Judy shot a questioning look to Nick that embarrassed him more than the incident did. “My apology.”

“What's your name?”

“I'm Patrick and this is my wife...”

“Fiver, I know. What kind of name is that?”

“A good one,” Judy added rubbing her temple, her head throbbed.

The baron smiled, opened his middle drawer. He pulled out an over the counter pill bottle, popping it open. He tapped two brown pills onto his desk and scooted them across the wood to her.

“For your headache. You took a solid hit there. One that would've knocked out a lion, I'm very impressed.”

“She's the tough one in our relationship.”

“Clearly. Now, I'm going to break this down for you.” The baron shot a glare towards Nick. “I don't like foxes, or, at least, I didn't until I met Finnick. The only reason you're here is because he vouches for you. I'm more interested in...Fiver.”

“Thanks, but I'm already married.”

“I think you're getting the wrong idea. Drink?”

Nick held up a hand. “Yes, please.”

The baron got up from his seat, snatching three glasses from a stack laying them out. He picked up a crystal decanter full of a brown liquid. He didn't even bother being gingerly about it pouring, he did it in one long stream, dumping some on the top of the console, before topping the bottle. He held out a glass to Judy, she smiled and took it.

“Bottoms up.”

Judy down the entire glass before Nick had a chance to stop her. It was almost comical to watch Judy fighting to keep from making a face. The spicy liquid burned his tongue setting a fire on the way down to his stomach and he was simply sipping it. He could only imagine how much the whole glass burned. Judy was certainly tough, or at least a good enough actor to cover it up. Judy set the glass down on the edge of the desk, leaning back in the chair.

“And she can hold her liquor, you're a very lucky mammal, fox.”

“His name is Patrick, despite what you feel about foxes, he's an amazing husband. An awesome lock pick, and the only one that can rock my cradle, if you get my drift.”

“I do. My apologies, Patrick.”

“Let's cut to the chase then, shall we?”

The baron sat back down in his chair, folding his hands in front of him on the desk. Nick slipped down in the chair next to Judy. He noticed that she was starting to look a little green around the gills. It wasn't a surprise to him. Nick knew that she wasn't a drinker and hammering back such a strong drink on an empty stomach wasn't a good idea.

“Finnick doesn't like many mammals, and only a few times has he brought someone to this sanctuary. All of them are very prized members of my...flock. There's something special about you two. You, in particular, Fiver.”

Judy squirmed in her seat, her hand gripping her stomach. “That's a nice sentiment, sir.”

“It's true, come here, I want to show you something.”

Nick helped Judy to her feet. She leaned heavier on him than before. He could hear her stomach growling in protest. The baron stood at his window looking down at the masses. When he looked back at the pair, he patted the console next to him. Nick made a cradle out of his hands so he could give Judy a boost. Once she was up, she was quick to stabilize herself using the window. Nick climbed up next to her, putting an arm across the small of her back.

“Look at them down there. Big galoots, the lot of them. Ungrateful of what they have. So big, so dumb, so worthless. Sure they try their best, but Finnick, he's been the only one good enough to fully rely on. He's smaller than the lot of them that makes him an invaluable asset to my business.”

“Of?” Nick asked, leaning in.

“I'm not at liberty say at this point, at least not until you two have proven some worth to me.”

Judy groaned and leaning heavier on Nick almost knocking him off the console. The baron looked down at her with a considering look on his face.

“Not feeling well? You may have a concussion.”

Judy thought for a long moment, chewing her bottom lips. “It's-”

“Cramps.”

Judy glared up at Nick, mortified by what he said. The baron's face didn't change from his stoic look, obviously not one to shy away from this sort of topic.

“Yes, I've been...”

“And you willingly fought Manx. Impressive.”

Judy verbally sighed in relief, her ears blushing only added to the nauseous feeling. Nick rubbing her back gently, trying to help ease her stomach ache.

“Obviously, you're feeling under the weather, so let's conclude our discussion with this thought. A bunny would make an incredible ally, especially one as fast and resourceful as you. I can also tell that you and Patrick work well together so, you'd make quite the team. That is exactly what I need in my crew.”

“Can we think it over?”

“Certainly, and in the mean while help yourself to my hospitality. It's all on the house, you can always pay it back later.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Dismissed.” The baron stated, slipping back into his seat tending to his drink.

Nick dropped down to the floor helping Judy down. She sat on the edge and slipped into his waiting arms. He held her close keeping her stable. The pair walked out of the office arm in arm. The cool air felt nice next to the stuffiness of the office. Still the smell of smoke did little to aid the nausea.

“I need a bathroom fast, I'm gonna puke.”

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