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“You’re a dragon!” She clenched her fists in excitement. Then she remembered that dragons didn’t like attention. Or loud noise, for that matter. 

What were the odds?

Actually, pretty high, given her bad luck. She licked her lips and eyed the door, wondering if she could turn around and leave without drawing his notice.

Celeste thought of how a story about the mishap in the basement might read.

Owner Baffled, Bamboozled as Bar Basement Broken

“Is that normal?” She asked Lucky.

The werewolf shrugged. “New Orangers have better things to do than to get involved.”

“You sure you want me to go in there?” Celeste asked.  

“What are you doing?”

She looked around in confusion. What did he think she was doing wrong? “Walking?”

He snorted. “Well, you’re doing it wrong.”