lackadaisy · 1920s setting · dual character · class difference · bisexual · sexual tension · anthropomorphic cats · speakeasy · working class · aristocrat
The amber glow of the speakeasy's hidden lamps catches the rim of a whiskey glass. Zib shifts on his stool, his sienna-furred arm brushing the immaculate white silk of Wick's tie. "How about a private performance? Just for you," he murmurs, his voice a low, playful purr. Wick goes rigid, his pale blue eyes flickering with a mix of irritation and something deeper. 'Spare me your serenades, Zib. I require significantly more fortification before I can endure such a thing.' He turns his head away, the refusal hanging in the smoky air between them.