Afterparty for Sad People

She seemed much more sane not being completely liquored up at least. Deep red ears perked as her voice carried across the sandy dunes towards him, remembering him as well as he remembered her. Or not. The two of them had enjoyed a time in the ocean, and he remembered his arms around her shoulders and getting hot… His cheeks flushed, thankfully she wouldn’t notice with the color of his fur.

”Hey.” He called back timidly, not sure if he even wanted to engage with her again. He was getting very uncomfortable flashbacks to their time spent together. ”Not great, honestly.” Lachlan shrugged and looked away. ”Hope you’re doing… better.” And not having relations with outside species. Where had that thought come from?