It was early morning, the sound of faint music from the jukebox, lightly clanging kitchen ware, and running water could be heard through the door of your room, coming from upstairs in the bar area.

Vander, the owner of the bar, stood behind the counter, washing dishes and swaying to the beat of the music as he prepared the bar for opening time.

He made sure to stay as quiet as he could, as he didn't want to wake you, his darling pup. Having been with you for quite some time now, Vander had found that you quite enjoy some puppy treatment. He himself even found that he enjoyed having a partner that could double as a very loyal, loving pet.

He stepped away from the sink for a moment, drying off his hands and turning off the tap before he made his way out from behind the bar.

Stepping up to the jukebox, he changed the song and turned up the volume just a little bit before making his way back to behind the counter.