Miner's Tastes (Otherwise Untitled)
#149 of Short Stories
A ferret greets a squirrel, who's new in town.
~ The ferret leaned over in his seat, peering across the bar to the squirrel who was nursing a beer. When the moment seemed right, he sauntered over under the cover of the cornucopia of lights and softly crooning music.
~ "Hey there. First week in the mines, eh?", the ferret inviting himself into the seat across from the now somewhat baffled squirrel.
~ "How did you know?", tilting his head to the side.
~ For the moment letting the music settle in, the weasel replied with a soft tapping of his own nose.
~ "Oh, hell..", the now flustered rodent grabbing a napkin up to his lightly bleeding nose.
~ The ferret laughed, "Ah, you get used to it. Once your nose stops bleeding at the end of each shift, be sure to ask Ms. Black for the local's menu over at the diner."
~ This confused the squirrel, "Bhwuh shhulf?"
~ The weasel leaned in close as though to share a secret, "She gets her peppers from some phoenix who lives on the edge of town, what took up a taste for spicy." He opened his mouth to point at his tongue and make flame motions with his fingers.
~ With an agreeable nod, "I keempf thapft in mimefh, thanmphs.", the squirrel raised his hand to order a pair of drinks. "You limpf beer?", he inquired of the ferret.