She walked into her favorite bar knowing all too well Alex was going to yell at her for tracking blood in again. Mew, age 18 Diclonious, was an adorable, fun loving, savage little creature with one of the most sinister grins in all of Barton. Behind her she dragged in yet another Mutt with more bark than bite. Mew sat down at the bar and like clockwork Alex had a shot of fireball waiting. "Who's the stray?" Alex asked getting ready to make the big rant as always. "I caught him digging through your trash out back Alex. There's no need to scream, I did you a favor." Mew exclaimed with a glint of sarcasm in her voice. She knocked back her shot along with two or three more before asking "what ya got to eat around here that don't taste like dog"? Alex brought out a burger and a tray of fries. "It feels good to be some what safe again." Alex sighed...
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