Dog in the Cocktail (Oz/Dark Angel)
: Dog in the CocktailWord Count
: Dark AngelFFA
: I do not own there characters and I am making no profit from the use of them. Dog in the Cocktail
Halloween had ended several hours before, leaving the streets mostly deserted. Which was a good thing because he had been tracking a not entirely human scent since six blocks over. His hands found their way into the pockets of his hoodie as Seattle’s fall started to slip toward freezing. He paused, head tilted back, nostrils flaring before sneakered feet led him to a dilapidated home with a worse than most porch.
He looked for movement through the windows before shrugging and freeing one hand to knock against the door. There was a crash and then a scrambling of steps before a massive, not entirely human answered the door.
“Tricks and Treats?”
He blinked up at the thing that smelled off, looked off and widened his eyes. “Hey.”
Blue eyes stared at him silently a moment before a large head cocked in confusion. His new acquaintance made a gruff sound and leaned forward to sniff. Then pulled back, his gaze focusing on lavender hair before he stated with certainty. “Dog in your cocktail.”
Pale lips quirked, “You’re not entirely wrong.”
A hand landed on his shoulder, tugged him inside with enough force to stumble the much smaller man. “Come in!”