STILL AT GRRRRRR.... THE RESTAURANT CATERING EXCLUSIVELY TO WERES...
As Mrs. Anderson the werevixen excused herself to go use the ladies room, her son Eric looked at the two lovely ladies still with him. Spencer Lawson had his heart, for it was she that he fell in love with and became a were, but there was just something about Frieda Knight, the werepanthress who actually inducted him into were society, that had captured Eric's attention and interests, as well as Spencer's too.
"Why do you keep staring at us?" wondered Frieda, for she and Spencer had wound up sitting next to each other on one side of the table for 4 while Eric sat next to his mother.
"Can't a guy stare at such beautiful women?" he asked in return.
"Flattery will get you everywhere honey," said Spencer, who took the risk of running her hybrid leg under the table up one of Eric's legs to briefly tease his inner thigh and the furry sheath between his legs.
"Seriously though. There's just something about the two of you, and us," confessed Eric. "You know how I feel about you Spencer," he said, looking at the black furred werewolf/panther/cat mix before him, "but bringing Frieda into our lives has just added a whole new dimension to everything."
"I know what you mean," agreed his girlfriend, turning to look at the gray furred werepanthress beside her. "You say we make you whole, but I have the sense that you do the same for us as well."
"Yeah," said Eric. "Before Moon Lake, my life was a social mess, for I was the classic geeky nerd. Julie Stovall didn't help, because she hardly understood even a fraction of the stuff I ever talked about, whether it was real science or something fictional like Doctor Who."
"Now wait a moment," said Frieda, interrupting him. "Who said Doctor Who is fictional? After all, time travel IS possible."
"It is?" asked Eric in disbelief, because this was the first either he or Spencer heard of Frieda liking the Time Lord.
"Sure. After all, it's later now than when we first came in to eat, so we've definitely traveled forward in time," said Frieda with a smile.
"Oh you," Spencer said, playfully nudging the girl sitting next to her.
"But I will agree with Eric. The two of you, whether together or apart, are everything I've ever hoped to find in a friend, let alone someone to have a more serious relationship with," revealed Frieda, staring at the white furred werepanther sitting across from her that she helped create. "But I definitely prefer you two together," she added, sticking out her paws toward each of them.
"Yin," said Spencer, grabbing the paw of Frieda's closest to her while reaching out for Eric with her free paw.
"Yang," said Eric, reaching out to grab Spencer's paw, while stretching out his other arm toward Frieda.
"Whole," Frieda said with a smile, while enjoying the feeling of Spencer and Eric's paws in hers.
It was at that moment Eric's mom came back toward their table after washing her paws and smiled. The three of them had an unique polymorous relationship between them that those who didn't understand might frown upon, but there was also no denying how Eric felt toward the girls, and each girl felt about him and the other one.
Yet she couldn't help wondering if the three of them were aware that their eyes briefly glowed a brighter shade of green as they held paws?