Episode 6: Meanwhile in Miss Kitty's Milkbar...

Meanwhile...across the street in Miss Kitty's Milkbar...

Chase Singleton strolled into the milkbar, springing lithely onto the closest barstool.

Miss Kitty looked up from where she was battering a batch of mice. "What'll it be Chase hon?"

"Gimme a full cream milk, but hold the milk please."

"All cream huh? Tough day hon?"

Chase shrugged and started to groom himself with affected nonchalance. Miss Kitty did not buy this attempt to appear casual, but decided to let it go.

"Here you go, full cream, straight up," she said, pouring the thick liquid into a tall glass in front of him.

"Leave the bottle," Chase mumbled as he licked his paw and rubbed it behind his ear.

Miss Kitty raised a quizzical eyebrow, but placed the cream bottle on the counter and went back to deep frying mice. The catflap in the front door swung open and a slender young cat sprang inside. Chase groaned and buried his face in his paws.

"Is this seat free?" the girl asked, skipping over to Chase's side.

"No," Chase snapped, "why can't you leave me be Misty?"

"I don't know, just thought you might need some company after a day like today." Misty replied, extending her front legs and scratching her claws on the carpet lined counter.

"Don't bother sis, I really don't want to talk about it, especially with you," Chase replied before turning his attention to the cream.

Misty sighed, then waved a paw at Miss Kitty. "Excuse me miss! I'll take a pot of extra strong nip tea thanks!"

Miss Kitty snorted. "If you're old enough for nip then I'm a snow leopard, nice try though."

"Oh come on, I'm practically an adult," pleaded Misty.

"Do you want me to lose my liquor licence? Why don't I give you a strawberries and cream milkshake, and then maybe I don't have to call your parents and tell them you're trying to pull the fur over my eyes?"

"Fine," huffed Misty. "So Chase, you ready to talk about it yet?"

"What is there to talk about? So I find out you've been secretly dating my best friend? So what? Why is my opinion suddenly so interesting?" Chase bolted down the last of the cream in his glass, then started to scull straight from the bottle.

"Gross!" Misty exclaimed. "And the interest in your opinion is because you don't seem to be handling the news all that well."

Chase burped loudly and slammed the empty bottle down on the counter. "If either of you really cared about my feelings you would have told me what was going on right from the start, or better still, not started seeing each other at all!"

"Oh that's nice Chase," Misty hissed, "so I'm not good enough to date your precious best friend Dash, is that it?!"

"Maybe I'm upset because Dash isn't good enough for you!"

Misty stared at her brother in disbelief. "What's that supposed to mean?"...