"Come on," Waz said as he led the female squirrel, holding her by the arm, through a door behind the bar. He took her up the stairs and into a small room furnished only with a bed and a dresser. Waz laid the girl in the neatly made bed. "Have yourself a nap," he said.

"Okay, daddy," said the squirrel.

Waz frowned at her comment. "Sure; whatever your drunken self would like to believe," he replied. He pulled the cord of a lamp on a nightstand directly to the left of the bed. "Hopefully you won't get into any trouble up here," Waz forewarned.

"TROUBLE?" exclaimed the squirrel.

"Just shut up until you're sober," hypocrized Waz. Waz walked out of the room, gently closing the door on his way. As he descended the stairs he wondered if allowing an out-of-control drunk squirrel into the place he sleeps at night was a good idea. 'Oh well,' he decided, 'she's been here with me for long enough that I can trust her that much. Besides, she's got nowhere to run off to with anything of mine, anyway. Not that I have much, save for liquor.' Waz opened the door to the bar and a look of shock came to his face as soon as he saw the activity that his now piss-drunk associates had chosen.