Travis giggled, which came out as a soft growl. He lifted his paw, big as a mans face, to her shoulder and set it there. He moved his face to hers and rubbed his cheek on her neck.
He looked into the back of the room and saw Seth leaning toward a bottle on his shelf. He suantered over to Seths desk and nudged him, growling deeply. It meant nothing, he just wanted to talk like an animal.
Travis layed down and crossed his paws, resting his head on them. He closed his eyes and waited for a conversation between them to spark up. While he waited, he senses became attuned to his sourounding, and he listened for any disturbances.
Seth looked at the bottle in his hand, and then at the shot glass. He sat the glass down, and decided to just go bottle up. Without food, the liquor went straight to his head, and he felt a tiny bit off balance. He looked at tiger-Travis, and almost started laughing.
"Oh yeahhhhh. You're a young 'un. Let me stop now so I can shtill act tomorrow." Seth stumbled his way over to the shelf and put the whiskey back. He then laid down, and nearly passed out with everyone still in his office.