Her back pressed against the wall, affronted - panting he paws her, slavering.
Dead end in a deathly dark.
She hisses at his putrid breath.
The nightclub belches out its last drunk; soon the two are alone in the stinking alley.
If only her nails could manicure his slobbering mouth.
Their eyes blaze : his green-to-go at her red-light.
Her curves coil as he moves in.
Drizzle glistens amber in the neon.
She spits in his face. He pounces.
With rapier thrust - Felis streaks across the wall leaving Canis to slink away, his fur coated with blood.
It rains cats and dogs.
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