Angel: A City of Lost Angels Story
Chapter 8: Daishkan

Daishkan’s POV

It was a full-fledged party! His best yet! Or maybe the second best.. Yeah! The second best! Kittens and toms throughout the yard were dirty dancing and gyrating to Dai’s masterfully curated ‘Catz Rule!’ playlist.

Queen’s ‘Another One Bites the Dust’ started on the iPod and Dai whooped a celebratory howl as he hopped effortlessly down from his high perch to crank the speaker volume yet another decible. He’d have the vamps across town boogying with them if it went any louder, hah!

Snagging a beer from a passing tray, Dai downed it in a few pulls, and gave a very un-gentleman-like belch as he tossed the empty bottle over his shoulder. Good stuff! A permanent smile on his face when it wasn’t lip-locked with a pretty thing, Dai parade waved and high-fived through the center of the crowded Yard while sauntering towards the gate to make sure it was still locked. Despite his irresponsible persona, he still had quite a large litter to protect… Which he of course did like the rock star he was! With his whole Tribe inside the fence tonight, he could let down his guard a little and lay off his normal bossy duties.

Reaching the gate and rattling the chains, he scanned the street out of habit and paused. His smile grew wider, as if that was even possible. Yeah! It was pretty kitty! “There she is!” Dai called out happily to the girl, arms outstretched in a long distance hug. “I’m happy to see you still have at least one of your nine lives left kitty!” She nodded simply as she reached the gate and Dai swung it open for her entrance.

She moved slow and delibrate, rubbing her arms as she entered and kept her eyes on the ground. Aw, the little thing was nervous! Dai re-locked the gate, and of course double checked it, then spun on his heel to face... Balls, what was her name again? Whatever, it’d come back to him. “So, you made it! What’d you do, take the scenic route? You’ll have to show me it sometime sweet cheeks! I like long walks and what they lead to!” He winked and shoulder nudged the stiff girl, trying to get her to ease up, but she pulled from him and shook her head.

“No sir. Caught up in, um, trouble with those wolves you teased in the bar a few days back.” She had sad eyes. Really pretty! But sad. He’d have to change that!

“Mm yeah, there was mad-Marco? Limp-dick Luke? Annnd Mr Charlie-horse? Useless Packies. All bark.” He smiled wide to encourage her to do the same. “What’d they do? Get their weiners zapped peein’ on a utility pole?”

“Well.. They’re d-dead.” Man this kitten was a kill-joy at delivering great news!

“Right on! Go you!” He crossed his arms and leaned back dramatically. “Wait, are you tellin’ me you’re some super kitten who levelled 3 macho lycans on your own?!” Genuine question. Genuinely curious.

She finally cracked a brief smirk. Hooray! “No sir. A sword-swinging angel rolled heads when they attacked Gabriel.” Dai took note of her cheeks flushing. Interesting. Wonder if the blush was for hicksville’s Gabe or hunksville’s Castiel?

“Damnnn! I wondered where those dinks went and why the bar was closed. Well then it’s DEFINITELY time to party kitten!” He rested a large palm on the bare base of her back to give a little push toward the music and lewd dancing. “We rattled some cages at the bar and found a way to liberate some liquids.” He leaned close to her ear, totally innocently keeping his hand on her back too. “Maybe a few beers will help ya finally warm up to me, whaddya think?” She nodded and gave another small smirk. Yay! But damn she looked kissable when she smiled.

He stroked up and down her spine in an idle pet while they joined the outer ring of the dance party. ‘Let’s Get Physical’ by the Black Ghosts was playing and there was no way he wasn’t going to wiggle waggle to that jam! Head bobbing and swaying, he corralled 4 beers, handing two of them to the girl to double fist, and skillfully weilding the other two bottle necks with one hand. So he could of course keep a hand on her in case she got, you know, lost or something.

As she relaxed, he diverted his pervy eyes to her fascinating tail. Welcome to fluff city! Of his 108 other Tribe members, hers was the only one that was covered in 4 inch hair and didn’t drag on the ground. Well, he always liked the unique ones! ‘Angel is a Centrefold’ by the Jay Giles Band started playing and he smiled and nodded up at the darkening sky. ANGEL. That was her name.

Downing the dual beers in true frat boy fashion and tossing them to the piles of trash, he leaned down to her ear again to be heard over the music. “So Angel-cakes, you wanna tour of your new home?” She nodded. Dai purred loudly and gently started pushing her towards the back warehouse building for the grandiose tour. Perhaps he’d even reserve her a cot next to his for the night!