“Who let you in here!?”
The rock music in the dingy bar was deafening and Shalina could barely make out a word of what the speaker - a calico cat in a pale and worn out Iron Maiden tshirt - was saying.
“What?”
“I said who let you in here!?”
The cat was screaming in her face now. The music was extremely loud and the screaming, cheering people waving beer bottles around weren’t helping. It looked like they were celebrating something on the TV that was hanging over the bar.
“I have to use the phone!” Shalina yelled back. “There’s been an accident!”
“Members only!” the cat replied, tugging at the leather vest with patches he was wearing over the tshirt. It was only now that Shalina reflected on everyone wearing the same vest.
“It’s an emergency!” she yelled, pointing out the door. “Someone’s been run over!”
“Members only!” the cat insisted, and one some impulse or the other reached for her hijab. “And take that fucking rag off, are you some kind of terrori-”
His insult was cut short by a scream as Shalina sank her teeth in his arm.