A fluffy deerdog sits at the bar, trailing a finger along the rim of the cocktail on the counter. It looks like they're waiting for someone.

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The nervous deerdog double-takes when they catch you staring. They give a polite smile and pat the counter, motioning you over.

> Sit next to them.

"Hey you made it!! I was beginning to think you weren't going to show at all."

> "Sorry for being late."
> "I got a little lost."
> "You look familiar..."

The deerdog laughs, tail wagging behind them. "Aww, you're okay! I appreciate you coming, and, uh- helping me out." Their cheeks look a bit pink.

> "Are you Flux?"
> "Helping 'you' huh?"

They nod their head and roll their eyes. "Tell me about it, the old site layout was a total maze, right?"

> "Was it? I've never been here before."
> "Honestly it's still a bit confusing."
> "I'm very familiar with you, actually."

They smile, their elbow lightly tapping against your arm before they take another sip of their drink.

> "Do I get a drink, too?"

Their ears twitch. They set the glass down before their hand trails off towards the edge of the counter, petting a finger across the same several inches of what you just see as a mess of pixels. "You could try, I think? I don't think you'd get anything out of it."

> "Ah, yeah I probably can't drink through my screen."

Their eyes avoid contact with yours as they speak, cheeks a light pink that builds into the interaction. "These don't actually do much for me, either. They're just, like. The color green."

> "That's kinda fucked up, you can't even drink them?"

They fidget with the zipper on their top with one hand, the other reaching for what remains of the cocktail again. "Oh I can drink 'em, ehehe."

>>>

They down the remainder of the glass and laugh, a ditzy hiccup escaping immediately after.

>>>

When the glass empties, it vanishes from their hand.

> "So you're aware you're on a website?"

Their face reddens deeper, their tail twitching. "I'm... on a lotta websites."

>"That's not what I meant-"
>"Ha, I'll bet."

You can feel the misunderstanding immediately create a tension preventing eye contact. Despite the trepidation, its fingers keep stimming on the zipper until it's tugged down its belly. "But uhh, if you still want to,"

>>> "...?"

"You could order off menu...? Eheh..heh...."

>Meet Fluid!Flux