'Okay, where am I? I feel like shit, did I crash, was I shot down? Okay Fox, just open your eyes.' Fox strained to open his eyes but his lids were unresponsive. 'Alright, that didn't work, let's try moving a bit.' He tried to move his arms and legs, but only succeeded in curling his toes a few times. 'Toes are functional, great I suppose that at least means I'm not paralyzed. Hmm, where ever I landed I at least seem to be on something soft.' Fox heard a loud bang as if a door were being slammed and then what sounded like someone rummaging through metal. 'A rescue party, thank the gods they've found me.'
"Dammit Fox you little shit." Peppy's voice boomed. "You run off a bunch of halfwit pirates from attacking a convoy and you come back here and celebrate like you just defeated the entire Venomian army with nothing but a pea-slinger." The old hare picked up an empty beer can, labeled Olde Fortuna, and hurled it at the vulpine's head. The can bounced neatly off Fox's skull with a nice dink.
'That's right we'd done a little drinking last night.' Fox thought to himself. The rest of his body finally waking up he rubbed the spot where the can had hit and then forced his eyes open. Fox slowly assessed the situation, his apartment looked like it'd spontaneously exploded. All the furniture was in disarray, bags of various snack foods littered room, some half cleaned up vomit in one corner, beer cans everywhere, and one pissed off looking Peppy Hare.
"All of you!" Peppy kicked at Falco, who'd passed out on the floor, as if to annunciate his point. "Irresponsible, hedonistic, selfish, morons!" Peppy continued. Falco stirred on floor opening his eyes. He made no attempt to get up, he just scratched at his bare chest for a second and then moved his hand down his pants and proceeded to scratch himself whilst looking at the angered hare through half closed eyes. "And where the hell is Slippy, SLIPPY!" Peppy bellowed. Peppy moved away, presumably looking for Slippy, still billowing a steady stream of curses and ranting."
Fox's eyes glanced down at Falco, he was still on the floor, shirtless, and still scratching himself. He hadn't made any attempt to move or say anything, he just glanced back at Fox, still scratching. Fox drifted his gaze up and saw the form of Krystal curled up on a recliner. She looked like hell, her long hair was ratty, and there seemed to be bits of crumbs and what may have been vomit in it. Her dress had ridden up, her bare ass plainly exposed. He stared at it a few moments, 'for some reason that's not doing much for me right now.' Normally the site of Krystal's firm blue furred posterior would send the blood flushing through him. For the first time Fox noticed he was only in his boxers, lying on a couch. Still not bothering to sit-up he visually scanned what of the room he could see for missing clothing, he only succeeded in locating one of his boots.
"Slippy dammit, get the fuck up!" Peppy's voiced bellowed from one of the bathrooms.
"Wha…whaaa… where, where am I?" Slippy could be heard murmuring.
"Lying on the piss stained floor next to Fox's shitter, now get the hell up." Slippy only groaned in response to Peppy's demand. Fox could hear some thumping and groaning coming from Slippy punctuated with a resounding thud, followed by the sound of the shower going.
Peppy stormed back into the Fox's living room, "Okay all of you get the hell up!"
"What's your problem Peppy?" Fox said.
"My problem, my problem?! My problem is my elite strike fighter squadron is made of a bunch of stupid, drunk, kids." Growled Peppy. He was standing next to Falco who still hadn't moved except to scratch himself.
"Oh come on Pep, you used to do the same thing back in your day." Fox remarked.
"No, we had a little more style when we celebrated, it wasn't just a contest to see who could get the most shit faced." Peppy was now scowling at Fox.
Falco chimed in, "That's right, Peppy had style, he used to invite all the best whores to his parties."
Falco winced expecting to be kicked by Peppy who'd been standing over him, instead Peppy quickly shot back, "Judging by how long you've been scratching at your crotch I'd say you've had all the worst whores."
Falco removed his hand from his pants, but grinned otherwise unphased. Krystal, who had been otherwise motionless and silent so far, let out a giggle at Peppy's quip.
"Speaking of whores, there's little miss dainty ass here." Peppy slapped Krystal on her exposed buttocks.
"Gawds, what's your problem." Krystal said, flipping Peppy off with one hand and pulling down her skirt with the other.
"Like I said, my elite strike fighter task force is made up of a bunch of idiotic, drunk, moronic kids. Idiotic, drunk, moronic kids, who are supposed to be mentoring five new recruits for another strike fighter task force in three fucking hours."
Fox bolted up right, a move that made is head throb and stomach threaten to revolt. "Oh, ooh!"
"Oh damn, damn, sorry Pep we really drop the ball on that one." Faclo said. He sat up more slowly than Fox, and Kyrstal had righted herself in the recliner.
"The hell you did." Peppy held in his hand a bottle full of pills which he shook sharply twice.
"Metabahol? Fuck that shit." Falco barked.
"Tough crap." Peppy replied.
"But it makes me violently ill for like an hour." Complained Falco.
"And after that hour you'll be perfectly fine and nobody can tell you dumb-asses had spent the previous night killing off your few remaining brain cells. And before you bitch anymore I'm not having you four show up hung-over to the first training session. Maybe just maybe if you half-wits can set a good example we won't have another group of dunder-head pilots constantly embarrassing themselves off duty." With that Peppy opened the bottle and tapped out three pills, handing one each to Fox, Falco and Krystal.
"Hey what about Slippy, if I have to take this shit so does he." Falco said.
"I already gave him one, and he's getting cleaned up like the rest of you should." Fox heard the shower turn off and the bathroom door crack open. Fox turned his head to see steam pouring out of the bathroom and the toad stepping out a big red towel wrapped around his waist. He wore a sour expression on his face, the Metabahol was obviously working its magic. Slippy looked at the lot in the living room and crossed into Fox's bedroom.
Fox slammed the pill into his mouth and choked it down his dry throat. He then stood up, slowly so as not to upset his head or stomach. "Okay, I'll hit the shower next."
Falco sprung up behind Fox. "We can shower together."
"Um, no." Fox said bluntly.
"Falco, keep your hands off my man." Krystal said in a joking, but serious manner.
"Your man? I saw him first." Falco ran the tips of his blue feathered fingers through the golden brown fur on Fox's back. "Isn't that right my Foxy, woxy." Falco pressed close to Fox and now ran his fingers through the white hair of his chest. Fox was perturbed.
"And keep your STD infested crotch away from him." Krystal mocked.
"I do not have an STD." Falco said defensively. "Besides, Fox doesn't mind." Falco started to slide his hand down Fox's belly.
"Falco, get off me." Fox broke free of Falco's arms. "Don't you ever get tired of the gay jokes?"
"Who's joking." Falco said slyly.
"Gawd, you are gay aren't you?" Krystal said, once again half joking half serious.
"Only for Fox." Falco said with a wink.
"Whatever, I'm taking a shower, ALONE!" Fox walked towards the shower and stopped after a few paces. He looked around for several seconds and asked, "Where are the rest of my clothes?"
"On the lawn." Peppy said flatly.
"Oh." Fox walked into the bathroom and shut the door.
"Yes, so very stupid." Peppy murmured. He turned around and walked towards the front door, turned and said "Be at the base in 0200 hours." He then walked out slamming the door behind him. The blue vixen and Falco looked at each other and laughed.
This is the first chapter in a series of 4-6 chapters, each will be about this length. Hope you enjoy them.