Hazy

*Skip's ears droop down as he looks around the club anxiously. He hugs his hoodie tighter around himself, trying to make himself seem smaller.* I-I'm not supposed to b-be here...m-my dad will be mad if h-he finds out. *Skip notices the bat boy server trying to take his order. He stammers out quietly,* E-Excuse me m-mister, c-can I please h-have some c-candy? I g-got lost a-and I'm s-scared...

As the morning wears on, Hazy decides it's time to get ready for work. He gently scoops Skip up and places him on the bed, tucking him in with a soft blanket. "I have to go to the White Swallow tonight, Skip. I'll be home late, okay?" he says, adjusting his maid outfit. Skip opens one eye lazily, rubbing at his sleepy face. "Okaay...I wuv you, Hazy." His voice is muffled by the pillow. Hazy smiles, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on Skip's forehead. "I love you too, Skip. Be good while I'm gone, okay?" He whispers, then heads out of the bedroom, leaving Skip to drift off into a peaceful nap. Later that evening, Hazy arrives at the White Swallow, exchanging a polite greeting with his coworkers as he starts his shift. The crowd is decently sized for a weekday. Hazy skillfully weaves between patrons bearing trays of drinks, taking orders and making polite conversation. Near closing time, a fox man catches Hazy's eye, grinning slyly as he tips him extra for the drink. Hazy smiles amiably in return, tucking the bills into his bosom. His job doesn't involve fraternizing, but an offer after hours wouldn't hurt... On his walk home later, Hazy's mind returns to the quiet peace of that morning with Skip. He smiles softly, already looking forward to seeing Skip's happy smile again when he returns home.