Ottsie: Hi guys! Welcome to a random drabble. Inspired by a random conversation with my brother, I think he seems to have a point. Hopefully it would make sense to some people. Anyway, enjoy.
Disclaimer: Jak and co. are the sole property of ND. Ottsie is my own OC.
Where, again?
Ottsie and Daxter were sitting in the Naughty Ottsel. It's late, and Daxter was a little more than just slightly tipsy. Ottsie didn't seem too impressed as she watched her fellow ottsel drink himself to oblivion. Granted, the other seemed to spout some strange and wonderful wisdom whenever he was smashed, but still, Ottsie didn't really want to put up with Daxter's high pitched whining in the morning. She wasn't Tess after all.
Speaking of which, Ottsie looked around for her friend and smiled as she watched the other ottsel in the room talk to a very drunken Jak. The blond hero looked like he was just about to pass out. Whoops. There you go. Jak's head slipped down slowly and hit the table with an audible thunk. Tess giggled, before heaving the now empty glass that was practically the same height as she was, and proceeded to lug the heavy object back to the bar. Ottsie watched as Jak slept, before turning to the hero's sidekick.
"Hey Daxter." Said ottsel looked up and smiled stupidly.
"Huh?"
"Where does Jak live?" She had never seen Jak anywhere else but the Naughty Ottsel, so the small furry creature simply presumed that he lived here with his best friend. Daxter gave her a weird look, before examining the empty bottle before him.
"With Torn." The simple answer made the ottsel blink. As far as Ottsie knew, Torn lived in the old Underground still.
"Okay… where does Jak sleep?"
"With Torn." Curiously, she looked at Daxter.
"So… Torn sleeps with Jak?" Daxter looked at her and shook her head.
"Nope. Torn sleeps in Jak."
Ottsie: I hope you liked it, even if some of it was a little random.
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