Firefox stuck his head into the Tavern, and was immediately not noticed. He looked around for a few seconds, shrugged, and slid up to the bar, taking a seat on one of the few barstools still open for a seat.
Ducky nodded to Firefox. "Hey. How's Jack faring?"
"He's stable. Fortunately. The good doctors at Bunnyburrow are keeping him around for the time being, though; something really weird happened on the way there, and they want to keep a close eye on him."
Ducky raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What happened?"
"I have no idea. They didn't seem too displeased with it, though, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed that he's not going to wake up dead one morning."
Ducky grinned, presented him with his mulled wine and ginger ale, and puttered off into the back for a few minutes. Firefox took a long drought of the stuff, and clunked the glass back onto the bar, smiling to himself. "Mmm, good stuff you make, Ducky," he said to no one in particular.
On a whim, he propelled himself sideways, and spun contentedly on the barstool for a few seconds. The room whirled around him, and he could hear some amused snickering from those beside and around him as he rotated. As his head began to loll from side to side from the dizziness, he slowed himself to a halt again, and amused the rabbits around him further with a slightly disoriented "Stop the room, please, I want to get off."
Taking a few moments to shake off the waves of dizzy nausea that fell through him, he shook his head to clear his vision. As soon as he had, however, he wished he hadn't...

(Author's note: I'm not proud of this at all.)