Today was the day. Today he could do anything.
Racetrack whistled tunelessly around his cigar as he nervously adjusted his hat. He took a deep breath and strutted purposefully down the streets, cutting through well worn alleys towards the docks.
“What are you doing here, Race?”
“Oh nothin'; just passing through.”
Spot's eyes narrowed slightly. He smelled a lie. He didn't like it when people lied to him.
“If it's nothing, get outta here. I got stuff to do,” Spot's stare was icy.
Race knew a dismissal when he heard it.
Maybe tomorrow. Tomorrow could be the day.
A Hodgepodge of Drabbles by shinigami_nanoda
The first three drabbles make up a set, so I would recommend reading them together. Also, many thanks to Fan80 for being my beta for these!