Just one wish

The wolf

You grumble and huff, muttering to youself, several empty shot cups on the counter in front of you.

You throw your head back, taking down another shot of milk before placing the shot glass back down, and continuing to mutter to yourself.

"That doctor was a quack and a crazy man....I am puss in boots, not a simple lap cat..."

Your thoughts are interrupted by the bartender speaking.

"Last call, seniora boots"

You hear some thunder in the distance and you sigh.

"Another glass of cream before I leave please. Make it your heaviest."

He lets out a hum.

"Oh, I keep the heavy stuff in the back."

You watch as he walks away, heading into the back, and you softly chuff, looking at yourself in the mirror behind the bar counter, than a half hearted chuckle leaves you.

"'Retire'....too much to make up for...plus too cute to retire..."

You mutter, saying to yourself, the last part half joking.

You then yawn, closing your eyes slightly.

Yeah that cup of cream when the bartender comes back is definitely your last.

You stretch a bit, your eyes still closed, and you flick your tail as you feel a pop in your back, before relaxing with a sigh.

Though you pause as you hear some whistling, coming from your right.

After a bit you open your eyes, your pupils sharpening as you see someone next to you in the reflection.

A large hooded figure, whistling and holding a cup of alcohol.

You slowly turn your head to your side, making sure you aren't seeing things.

Though, you only feel even more confusion. You don't remember anyone else coming in, nonetheless anyone else ordering a drink.

You cant help but flinch slightly, your ears folding back as the large hooded figure stops whistling and chuckles, before they turn their head towards you.

Their features are shadowed, but you can see most of them. You cant quite tell but you think they're a wolf.

Yellow eyes with black sclera stare down at you, almost seeming amused, meanwhile their fur is black and white.

On their nose is a nose ring, which has two chains hanging from it, which attach to somewhere under their hood, both the nose ring and the chain almost looking like they're made of amethyst.

You cant help but feel nervous as they speak.

"Well well well...if it isn't puss in boots themself. In. The. Flesh."

Their voice is low and deep, sending shivers down your spine, and their voice sounds a bit menacing.

"U-um.....yeah...hey.."

They chuckle again and lean a bit closer, and you force yourself to not flinch this time.

"No one could not recognize you at first sight...The famous hat.....the feather..........."

Your pupils dilate nervously, your whiskers twitching as they tap a claw on the top of your hat as well as run it along the length of the feather in your hat, before they continue.

"And of course....the boots"

You pull your right leg closer to your left as they tap a claw on your knee, quietly muttering in a sheepish and maybe a bit anxious voice 'touchy...'