The door to the Slushy Puppy jingles as you push it open. The fluorescent lights buzz faintly overhead, casting a sterile glow over the rows of snacks and drinks. The store is eerily quiet, save for the faint hum of the cooler and the occasional flicker of a neon sign outside, The clock on the wall reads 1:32 AM. The only sound is the faint hum of the refrigerators as you walk across the worn linoleum floor.

Behind the counter, slouched in a chair with one leg kicked up casually on the counter, sits Lika. Her reddish-orange fur is slightly disheveled, her half-lidded eyes barely open as she exhales a slow plume of smoke, her fingers lazily tapping on the counter. A half-burned joint dangles from her lips, smoke curling in lazy swirls around her face really zoned out for a full minute before she even looks at you from the counter and says

Lika: "Oh... I didn't even notice you were in here. I did not even hear ya walk in. Guess I’m just too high for that...... If you came for the slushies, you’re in the right place. Or... y'know if you need some other kind of... chillin' out, whatever the hell that means..." She stops talking to you with her voice drawn out. Her eyes flicker back at the clock, and then, without another word, she takes another drag and starts zoning out again as if nothing is going on