Ahem.....drunk people shouldn't be thrown into rooms together. I'm just sayin'.
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Ferravale:Entry
Friends:Blisa the cat and Ferdinand the ferret. Random drunk fox. Callie the otter. 3 punch-drunk rats.
You wouldn't really notice her unless you were actively looking for her. Callie's once white tunic is now rather muddy and dripping wet- as is the rest of her. She's hiding behind one of the few bushes in teh town entryway. What she is hiding from becomes apparent when three punch-drunk rats stagger up the road. "Whur'd she go?" "I swear I saw her come this way." "Shuddap, last time you said that, she got away." "Ah, shut yer trap, she's an otter. Some beast'll point her out."
Blisa and Ferdinand are also hiding...but they are hiding from a drunken fox that Blisa had the nerve to call a 'stupidhead'. Ferdinand is seriously ticked off at her, but he really can't do much right now...thoug you can bet your tail he will later. While they hide out behind another bush, wondering who in the world the otter is, the inebriated vulpine staggers up and practically bumps into 2 of the drunken rats.
One of the drunk rats just falls over and doesn't get up. He's ignored by his comrades. The other goes to shove the fox. "Ey yew, watch where yer going." Callie chuckles slightly. Perhaps this will give her an avenue of escape! That would sure be nice. The bush rattles a bit as she shifts position to get a better view.
The fox stumbles back a few steps, then shoves back, snarling, "Yew need to watch were yer goin', 'tupid!" Blisa and Ferdinand smile broadly. So there! That's what you get! Ha! The kitten, having pretty good hearing, perks her ear in the direction of Callie, but for now has her gaze only for the drunken adults before her.
Callie settles down into a more comfortable postition, watching happily. Karma! The shoved rat windmills his arms, bumping into the other rat left standing. He snarls. "Put yer arms down mangy! Yew nearly hit me 'ead!" 'Mangy' regains his balance and looks indignant. "Mangy? Me fur is luverly! Scumnose!" 'Scumnose' points an accusing (dirty) claw at the fox. "Yew started this! Me buddy and I used to be great comrades! Yer making us fight! Yer a rotten fleabag!" The rat who was originally knocked down groans and rubs his head, sitting up slowly.
'Rotten Fleabag' poufs out his tail, looking indignant, angry, mildly confused, and just downright ticked off. "Oi! I don't go no fleas! I took a barth larst week! Mudbrain! Louseback! Flibberty-gooberty tailed wheezebag!" Blisa stuffs her fist into her mouth to keep herself from laughing out loud, and Ferdinand wraps his arms around her and buries his face in her back, looking at the fight with 1 eye, shaking with supressed laughter.
Callie shakes with the effort of not laughing, and she claps both paws over her mouth to stop any noise from leaking out. As her paws fly up, she drops her little figuring that she always has, and is slides father under the bush- towards the street. Her paw snakes out to reach it, and the bush makes more noise. She winces. The noise isn't heard by the rats. Scumnose looks rather astonished. "What does flibberty gooberty mean? Matey, did yew hear that? E called me a flibberty gooberty!" Mangy makes a fist and advances on the vulpine. "Nobeast calls me matey a flibberty gooberty! Snotnose! Scummy-claw! Um. Uh. Uh..." He pauses in his walk to think of another name. He brightens. "Lardgutt!"
Blisa looks towards the bush and sees the paw grabbing the figurine and cocks an eyebrow. Who's that? Meanwhile, Fleabag the fox straightened up (well, as best as he can in his drunk condition) and cries indignantly, "Lardgutt! I'll *hic* lardgutt yew, 'tupid'head!" (Yeah, he, like, /totally/ stole that from Blisa.) He draws his paw back and swings, but rather misjudges the distance. The momentum from his paw carries him around and around in a couple of circles and ends up falling flat on his face.
The drunken rat tries to dodge, trips on his own feet, and bumps into his friend. They collapse on the third rat who never got up- he was clearly far more drunk than his friends! "Lardgutt.. heeheehhee. Nice one." He mutters before blacking out. Callie guffaws, clapping her paws over her mouth again. She drops the figure into her pocket so it can't fall out, and slowly comes out from behind the bush.
Blisa smiles is delight as the drunk creatures fall over and pass out, and jumps up and pulls Ferdinand after her. Upon seeing Callie, the kitten breaks into a run and pulls the ferret after her, halting in front of the otter and nearly knocking the guard flat on his face. "Hi! It's you they were after! Do you remember me?"
Callie grins as she's joined by Blisa and Ferdinand. "That was me! I remember you!" She can't recall if they actually exchanged names or not, but she does recall Blisa and Ferdinand being very nice! Callie sudenly realizes just how wet and dirty she is, and jsut how much she wants to be friends and make a good impression- she scratches her rudder tip awkwardly. Maybe the other dibbun won't notice.
Blisa herself is rather dusty, and Ferdinand is, too, come to think of it. And if they notice (which only the ferret does), they sure don't show it. The kitten cocks her head to one side. "Did I give you a bracelet, or was that somebeast else?"
Callie grins and holds up her wrist, displaying a bracelet! "Yeah! It's very pretty. Thank you. Um, what did you do to get that fox to chase you? It was you, right?"
Blisa blushes as Ferdinand nudges her, glaring her into speaking. "I called him a stupidhead 'cause he made fun of Ferdy's lisp. I didn't know he was so drunk!" she protests, whipping around to look pleadingly into her bodyguard's eyes.
This is probably a work in progress...thanks for reading! :)
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