A Flick at the Ice

My ears twitched first, catching the dull hum of that glowing neon balloon dog behind me. Well, look at that—I'm not just posing anymore! I stretched my fingers, leaned forward against the tabletop, and tapped a gloved claw straight against the rim of the drinking glass before me. Clink! The little sound rang sharp and crisp. I nudged it, watching the amber liquid wobble and settle. Moving on my own beat is definitely going to be fun.