Lucky Number: Part One

(Fan fiction for whatinsmonia. Pairing is of my OC, Osiris and his OC, Maxwell.)

Maxwell looked upwards at the massive building of a club. The lights, burning in the strong color of red reading, "The Drunken Reaper." The building had a sleek ebony feel to it with people crowding from wall to wall to get inside.

"Hey, big guy! You're next!" Maxwell suddenly heard someone call out. He realized that he was next in line at the club entrance. The man blocking the door steadily holding the line. "I need to see some ID." The guard said. The bunny man grumbled, taking his wallet out of his jeans pocket. Pulling out the card, the guard took a look at the details on the ID then back at the man.

Maxwell knew the guard was reading about his age. Apparently it's rare for a fifty two year old man to go out and have fun nowadays. The man handed the ID back to him, moving to the side of the doorway. "Go on in." He said. Maxwell couldn't help but smile as he walked in.

Stepping in, he immediately felt the sensations hit his body. The pulsating beats bleeding from the massive speakers. The friction in the air with the grinding of bodies. "Well, this IS a club." The bunny told himself as he made his way through the club. He could feel people looking at him, checking out his body. For understandable reasons too. Maxwell was one tall  bunny with a bulging muscular frame. He was currently wearing a pair of Levi's which showed his ass perfectly as well as his bulge. Along with a sky blue top which revealed the linings of his torso.

"Hey hunk! Wanna dance?" Maxwell suddenly saw a guy in front of him ask. He was cute, but not his type. "No, thank you." Maxwell said, leaving the other man to himself. "I need a drink." As soon as he said those words, the bar came into view. Making his way there, he sat in the first open seat to him.

"Pick your poison." A baritone voice asked. Maxwell looked up to see the man who was apparently the bartender. He was a wolf with red eyes and an unbelievably ripped body, "Give me a Bud Light." Maxwell said, putting a ten on the table. The wolf took the dollar and put it into the register. Then bent under the stand to grab a bottle, making a clanging sound. Maxwell couldn't help but notice how round the bartender's ass was in his jeans.

"Here you are." The bartender said handing the bunny the cold beverage. "Thank you." Maxwell said courteously, receiving a smile from the other man. Maxwell took a swig of his beer, noticing he was the only one sitting at the bar, "So, this place always this packed?" Maxwell asked, striking a conversation. "It is indeed. Its a great place to come and rid of the stress you have tensed inside and just forget your troubles." The wolf said, looking at the crowd. "How long have you been working here.. I didn't even catch your name." Maxwell said, a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

"Osiris, and I own and run the place." The man said, surprising Maxwell. "Well, I imagine it's a good way to stay in shape." The bunny complimented. "It has it's perks." Osiris said, getting the other man's interest. "Oh? Oh. Another Bud Light." Maxwell asked, realizing the bottle was empty when he took another drink. Once again another bottle was pulled out, and before Maxwell could pull out his wallet he was stopped. "The rest is on me. You look like you've had a stressful week." Osiris said with a smile. Maxwell would have insisted on paying but it looked like he wouldn't have gotten his way. "Thanks." Maxwell thanked Osiris as he began to drink his second beer.