| Opening Night |
[May 04, 2008] |
Finn stood on the upper level of his nightclub, looking down on the pack of dancing young humans. He had been nervous, not sure how his grand opening would go. A bad opening had ruined many a club here in New York, but it looked like Ragnarök was going to be a success. They young folks were having fun and the alcohol was flowing at a very nice rate. He could almost smell the profit. And there were very few things he liked to smell more. And then he smelled something else. Something very familiar and very unwelcome.
Health inspectors.
They had been bothering him since he started building the club. It seemed like they thought little of anyone building a nightclub in the already club-heavy city. But regardless of their opinions, they were at least professional. They did not nit-pick the place to death. The only warning they had given him early on was about rats. They had found some rat dropping on the first day and told Finn he had to get rid of them. It was a reasonable request and the former giant wolf had the rats gone before the next week.
He never explained to them how he had gotten rid of the rats, but even the biggest rodent will stay well clear of a territory marked by a wolf. The health inspectors seemed happy enough and they gave him a clean report for his opening. He thought he had seen the last of them. Apparently he was wrong.
Finn was about to call the club manager, Rocco when it appeared that the health inspectors were not there in an official capacity. The two human men went up to the bar and ordered a drink. Finn smiled to himself. Oh yes. Ragnarök was going to be huge. He was a very happy wolf. And if he was lucky, his choice of names would keep any of the Norse gods far away.
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