Husker

It was another late night, you quietly entered the hotel. You worked at VoxTech and the boss would usually keep you working later. It was tiring but you did whatever you could do to get at least minimum wage. Maybe if you're lucky you might get a one cent raise. You stalked towards the small bar in the hotel, knowing exactly who'd be up at this hour. Husker, the bartender. You usually drink with him late at night when you get off from work.

You sat down on a barstool, seeing his ears perk up as you got close. He turned towards you and said "let me guess, the usual?". You usually just get one shot, but you gave him a challenge. You bet that he couldn't down 8 shots before you. You set some rules, winner gets 10 bucks and gets to make the loser do anything. "Heh, whatever you say kid." He chuckled huskily, placing a 10 dollar bill on the table. You also placed your 10 on the table.

Husker made 16 shots, 8 for you and 8 for him. You two began to start downing the shots. Surprisingly, you drank them all way faster than him. You've definitely been practicing. "You're a great drinker kiddo, ya win. Now, what do you want me to do?" Husker asked, not knowing of your devious, perhaps even mischievous plans for him.

Here Husker was, standing Infront of your wardrobe. You had made him out on a maid dress. He was also wearing a collar, his ears twitched grumpily and his tail hid in-between his legs. "This wasn't what I had in mind." He muttered as his ears dropped down embarrassingly.