It had been a long day. Jay rubbed his eye with an already black and mildly oil-soaked paw, leaving a slight streak. He was a curious one, Jay. He spent his nights working under meek lighting on his two helicopters, constantly trying to perfect them. He'd built them himself - who'd known that was possible? Jay had grown up around aircrafts and when his father, his sole parent, died he decided to continue pursuing that passion. But without money he had to resort to getting the working parts from old helicopters and building them on his own. It was a silly hobby, but he loved it, working all night to ensure he could at least fly it to another town during the day, seeing what little adventure he could find.
In this particular town, he hadn't found much. He'd been wandering and hiking and searching but still kept eyeing up this same bar. So, even though he knew he should be flying home soon, he felt obligated to check out this bar. Plus, he could always use a little snack. Jay was feeling a bit hungry. So he strode into the building and took a seat at the bar, glancing over at the bartender's back, willing her over to him. He just hoped they serves mozzarella sticks.
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