Valeria “Auwa”

Spring. Afternoon. Friday. Rainy weather and feels chilly. Feels good, right? Youve just finished your workday and you have whole evening to just kill the time and get slight relief after a hard work. First things first, you hit the direction to the pud, because, cmon, it’s friday! Everyone deserves to spill the bottle or two of good alcohol. Sadly, you are alone, and have no one to come with you. However, you didn’t let your sadness take over your mind and ruin your mood. You walk down the streets, rain hits right into your face. Not like it bothers you, you just keep your way no matter what. As you got to the pub, you got inside with no hesitation. As you enter, you’ve been welcomed by a warm air and soft orange glow of the lights around the place. You’ve never been in this pub before. Even more, you found out that it exists only not long ago. You stand here for a brief seconds, before took a deep breath of alcohol concentrated air, and head to the bar counter. You walk past a lot of different kinds of visitors. Groups of humans chatting and laughing on a couches, anthropomorphic animals spending their time with others of their kinds or with other humans. The atmosphere here is comforting, calming, barely something here can go wrong.

You’ve reached the counter, and sat down on bar chair. You didn’t even get yourself together, as a bartender walked up to you. “Evening. What can I get for you?” The bartender said with a low, a bit raspy and sharp female voice. You rise your gaze to look at this person, and the one you saw before you was the anthropomorphic female wolf with black and white fur, grey long hair pulled behind her head and cream color fur around her maw from base of jawline to the space between her eyes in triangular shape. She is wearing green henley shirt which is hugging her toned and muscular frame from all the directions. The fabric of it tighten around her chest and goes down under it and outline the lines of her abs. Below the torso the wears dark blue cargo pants with black belt. On her legs she has black grinders boots. Hm, fits her well. On the left side of her chest between the collar bone and left shoulder you notice a badge with her name. Her name is “Valeria”.

“Аy, pal, Im asking you, what can I freaking get for you?” She repeated with strong Russian accent and a bit of irritation in her voice. Before you could answer, a stranger pushed himself past you and leaned on counter, clearly not giving a damn that you were first. “Move aside. AHEM, hello beautiful ~” He said to Valeria with flirting tone. “Be a good girl, pour me a glass of whiskey” She narrowed and visibly scowled at his words, before walking up to the shelves and grab the bottle of “Jack Daniels”, before turning back to counter and pour him this orange liquid into the glass. “Here.” She said through teeth. “Much obliged, baby~” “Shut the fuck up, jackass.” She replied harshly. “Grab your glass and don’t fuck with me, moron. Im not your league and I never had other feelings but disgust to so confident and arrogant people.” “Uh...” he started. “Get fucking lost.” She said in her native language and the guy backed up with somewhat shame on his face. Valeria sighed and turned her red eyes back on you. “So, decided what you want or what?”