Waz strode determinedly down the stairs, pausing only to trip over a small clock-like object and tumble head over tail down the stairs, landing in a pained heap at the bottom. Notably this rather ruined the atmosphere of shocked indignation he'd been hoping to cultivate. Waz cursed and tossed the object outside where, after a flash of light and a cloud of feathers, there was a metallic cheer. (The bomb had struck a stone, exploding and incinerating two birds.)
There was a cheer, a curse and Rush began to remove his trousers, revealing an unwashed pair of boxers. He looked at Waz in embarrassment as the lizard struggled to right himself.
"Strip poker?"
The rabbit laughed, banging a glass on the table and accidentally shattering it. "No point issere? He's got nothing to strip, bloody reptiles!"
"Hey, your lady friend interested? It'd shure make th' game more interestin'"
"Lita is not interested!"
"Yeah, better leave her up there, I've never seen such a nasty, drunk, pitiful piece of work. Where'd you pick her up Wazzy? Bet th' little skunk just wouldn't leave you alone eh?"
Waz returned to the bar and poured himself a drink, which he downed in one smooth movement. Two others followed it, he'd just remembered what he'd been trying to forget.
"She's my daughter."
"What? That's bloody impossible!"
"Yeah I know, but you try telling the authorities that."
At this the Rabbit burst out laughing and Waz tried to thump him with what was left of his tail. Eventually the fight died down because everyone was to drunk to hit anyone else. The poker game resumed, with the proviso that Waz put on clothing whenever he lost, within an hour he had acquired a shirt, hat, pants and a rather nifty looking handbag (Nobody quite knew where it had come from.) and everyone else was feeling slightly cheated, though they were in no condition to figure out why.
It wasn't long before everyone was asleep (Or unconscious) in drunken stupor, a very bad thing to be in an abandoned building with no locks and the door wide open in the middle of the day. It was lucky for everyone, when they woke a few hours later at dusk, that the building had been occupied for some time by a drunk lizard with poor hygiene as well.
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