The lights were low and the music loud. The smell of weed and cigarette smoke burned his throat, so he kept a drink in his hand. Michael Panthera was a tiger on the prowl. He'd graduated college last year, but he had made many friends while on the basketball team and could use the break from work.
"Nice party!" He shouts over the music at a small white rabbit. If he ignored the extra 10 inches of ears standing on top of their head, the bunny barely reached his shoulder.
"It's alright," The bunny responds in kind, looking up at the striped creature in the dim lighting.
"I heard you're the host?" Michael half says, half asks. The beat of the next song seemed to shake the walls themselves, and a curvy antelope climbed drunkenly on the coffee table to start dancing.
For a moment he considers leaving his spot on the wall to dance with her. Men and women from around the room all flock to join in on the fun. She's not his type, however. He prefers them petite and less likely to impale him. His large frame makes him an awkward dancer anyway.
"That's Tyler!" The rabbit shouts, drawing Michael's attention back to him. "The polar bear by the pool table. He's my roommate."
Yeesh. So he was right that the bunny lived here, but he'd heard wrong about him being the host. Makes sense, since he doesn't seem to be having much fun, but there went his opening line. What should he say? 'Cool'? 'Sorry'?
Suddenly the white rabbit grabbed his arm and rose up onto his tiptoes, whisper-shouting into his ear, "Wanna go to my room?"
Michael stares down into a pair of raspberry red, albino eyes. There was no hesitation on his face, only a slight smile. Michael nods.
The smaller creature grabs a big tiger paw and drags him past the bathroom and into the far bedroom. It's about the size of a walk in closet, with only a double bed and anime posters plastering the walls.
"Oh! My hero! I've seen a couple seasons of this, who's your favorite-" Michael is distracted by a mouthy kiss to his collarbone, the rabbit's hands pushing up the sides of his shirt.
"You wanna fuck me?" The albino asks loudly, the sound of the music still thrumming in their chests.
"Um. Yeah." Michael pauses before nodding. Usually he's the one making the first move. And the second move. And all the moves after that, actually.
The rabbit drops the shirt and steps back, ears slightly back as he stares up at the taller figure, "Are you sure? I just thought it'd be fun."
"Hell yes!" The tiger clarified, lifting and tossing the rabbit onto the small bed, pouncing and kissing all over the bunny's neck and shoulder. If there's sex on the table, and with such a cute little thing, Michael will not second guess his chance.
