I'm Yakko!
Yakko adored Los Vegas. He loved everything about this place and living here; His job, the girls, his home, the girls, the lights, did he mention the girls? Vegas girls were the best kind. Looking for a good time with any guy they could get their hands on. It was great.
Though it was hard to admit the girls were only the second best thing about living her. Well maybe first and a half.
The biggest perk was that he was nearly three hundred miles from his younger siblings. With any luck they'd probably moved out of Burbank and even farther away. Now if anyone had heard him say this out loud, they'd think he was a jerk. Yakko had his reasons, he practically raised those two ingrates and what did he get in thanks? A big middle finger to the face saying he messed up somewhere along the way.
Yakko sighed. This wasn't a time for thinking about his ungrateful runts he called siblings. This was his time to be cool, suave, and charming. So basically just himself. As the sunlight slowly began to fade, Los Vegas' night life had started to begin.
The eldest Warner could look at this scenery for days and still not get bored. Flashing lights and a new color every second, the smell of cheap cologne and desperation. Man this place was great.
Yakko smiled as he spotted his place of work, the Big Blue bar and casino. Not as fancy as others granted, but he loved his little back water casino all the same.
As he sauntered into work he noticed some of crazy had already started to pack in. Another reason he loved this Las Vegas was that he could act as toony as possible and people would just shrug it off as normal.
He hopped over the bar tending table smiling as the first costumer of the night approached.
Hours went by with different faces coming and going, humans and toons. Living it up like tomorrow will never come, even though most of them probably won't remember what happened today to remember it tomorrow. Ironic, huh?
Yakko eye'd a guy whose slammed down his empty glass just a little too hard. Now that isn't fair if he breaks it it's coming out of my paycheck. Yakko thought bemused.
"Fill 'er up." The human man slurred out.
"Ehhhhhh look buddy I think you had enough." Yakko said taking the glass, cleaning it half heartedly with a rag.
The obviously drunk man grabbed Yakko abruptly by the collar of his shirt, so abruptly that it had caused Yakko to drop his glass. Now that was rude, and it costed him a dollar-fifty.
"Listen toon if I wanted your opinion I would of asked for it!"
"What's wrong with toons?" slurred a half sober half drunk cartoon bull.
Now it looked like a challenge from one big mean and ugly to another. The man let go of Yakko, conentrating his drunken focus on the bull, giving the best swing he could muster toward the bull's jaw. The eldest Warner was just happy it wasn't his, but of course someone had to burden being the barrer of peace.
"Fellas, fellas settle down your causing a scene." The eldest Warner said gently to the enraged men, putting his hands up
Perhaps the bull toon had been too heated or he was just drunker then Yakko had first judge, but as soon as the bull's fist connected Yakko's cheek all gloves where off. Not literally of course, he liked his gloves on. Soon enough the whole bar started to participate in the whole 'minor' scuffle.
The rest of the night? Pretty much a big blur of pain and smart alec comments getting him more pain. When everything seemed to be over Yakko found himself waking up in a jail cell in a nearly unbearable amount of pain, but a smile on his face.
"Never a dull moment in Vegas." He mused, adjusting himself upward with a little too much effort then what was normally needed.
"Are you finally up Warner? Another hour knocked out and I thought we'd have to send you to a hospital." Said all too familiar Elephant toon sitting behind the a desk across the room.
"Nice to see you cared Mammoth." Yakko said taking a short, but painful walk to the bars of his cell. Leaning on them for support.
"Your boss already paid your bail, we were just waiting to see when you go up."
"How could I ever even think about leaving? You graciously bestowed me with a first class cell, why I'm forever in your debt."
"Knock it off Warner, I'm the only one with keys." Mammoth said getting up from the chair he had been sitting in to unlock the cell.
Yakko lost his balance for a few seconds when the cell door had moved and did his best to compose what was left of it.
"Thanks Mammoth, tell he wife and kid I said 'Hi'." He said shifting through his own personal box confiscated items that the elephant had left on the desk. Shoving them in his pockets.
"Oh by the way someone kept your phone ringing all night, assumed it was a ex so I didn't pick up." Leaning, as best a toon his size could, against the wall.
"A call for moi? How delightful." Yakko mused before stumbling out of the police office.
Yakko had made it a good distance before he leaned against a shaded building, the heat and his wounds getting to him. He felt his age really creep up on him now, it was getting harder to take hits.
Bitterly her took a cigarette out, contemplating whether he should just leave the awful weather to light it. Deciding to wait for the later, he brought his phone to his face to see what the elephant was rambling on about. There were eight miss-calls and four voice mail from Buster.
Yakko shrugged and began to delete them all one by one. Probably some drunk calling the rabbit had been doing prior. The eldest Warner took deep breath before deciding he listen to half of the last one, maybe humoring the rabbit. Who knows a ex-comedian might have some good material in a drunken state.
As he listened he began to look confused at his phone. The message was inaudible rambles of a familiar voice. He cursed under his breath about blue rabbit stew before trying to delete it. The only thing that stopped him was the name Dot. He ended up replaying it listening to it very closely. He was only able to get out a few words Dot, Crash, Hospital, and Dead.
After a few more replays of the same message to make sure he heard right, he finally deleted the message. He was torn, a part of him that was angry at his sibling wanted to go just for the fact he would be able to dance on her grave and the part of him who wanted to see if his young innocent sister was still alive.
Either way, it looked like he was going to Burbank.