Chapter 1: The Hangover
God, this is the worst hangover I've ever experience in my whole life. The alarm has woken me up while it's still dark. I mean, who would wake up at this hour? The only light that illuminates the dark room was from the streetlight and some traffic light. I shut up the alarm and instinctively grab my phone. My phone screen shows 5.30 a.m., blasting the screen's brightness to my heavy emerald green eyes without mercy.
Just why, though? Just… why?
I put down my phone and my nose twitches when it picks up a smell. A bit of lavender, but mostly rose. I can feel the warmth at my left side of my body, and that heat has a backup theory with a heavy head pinning down my left arm as the proof. I don't know which vixen I've slept with since there are a lot of vixens I've slept with. There's Megan, Selena, Lydia, Tae Cheon the Korean-England vixen mix… I've lost count.
"Mm mm Nickkkk…." She murmurs in her sleep, hugging me a bit tighter. The sound she make, she's probably a new one. Oh, how much trouble I would be in…
I rise up my head looking the surrounding and my right hand unintentionally touches my neck, trying to support my heavy head. Surprisingly, there was no collar around my neck. Nah, I probably remove it and place it anywhere. I won't call this a room; it's more like a tiger's wardrobe. A messy bed, a cluster of bottles of wine at one corner, clothes on the floor and two police badges on the desk…
Wait a minute, police badge?
Okay, I'm started to freak out. My collar was not in sight, two police badges; one smaller, and a studio room which is more than enough room for a vixen…
Where am I?
She pulled me down and closer to her, hugging me like a plush toy. She murmured, but I can't figure out the word. Anxiety has me thinking who's in the bed with me since she wasn't a vixen. Half the size of me, long ear and a short bushy tail, there's one animal that remind me of that and on top of that, I don't think there's anything that separating us that a thin layer of air…
Oh no.
What did I done?
I started to scream in my heart. It doesn't stop there as it gets louder and louder and the next thing is she's on the floor as I deliberately pushed her off the bed. Also, the voice has let loose and I'm currently screaming.
"OW NICK, WHAT WAS THAT!?" She scowled from under the blanket, rising up her right paw to ease off the pain on her forehead. The blanket is sliding down her head and she just grabbed it right before it slides down further.
"Lieutenant Judy Hopps," I greeted her from the bed, putting a sheepish smile in the dark, "What a pleasure to meet you."
"Lieutenant Hopps? Pleasure to meet you? Nick, you just bunked into my apartment and have a 'little' drink from four one liter bottle of wine… hoping to ease off your anxiety… from your stupid dream!" She scowled again, this time with more of anger.
"Huh?" I asked, confused by the statement. If I'm not wrong, I do have a few dreams about being in the police force, one of which I was being chased by a feral black panther… or was it a black leopard? Damn it hangover.
"Huh, you wake up just in time," she said, checking the time through her phone she just grabbed from the desk behind her. "Let's get ready to work."
"What work?" I asked.
I swear she just dropped her jaw in disbelieve when I asked the question. The more she stares, the more saliva I've gulped, especially when I'm not in my Zootopia.