"Oh, no, it's gonna
be one of those days…"
Indeed it would be 'one of those
days.' After a night of heavy drinking, Conker had woken up with a
hangover, a bad one. To make matters worse: Berri was home. If there
was one thing that bothered her to no end, it was his drinking
habits. He had returned home at about six in the morning, only after
passing out at God knows when. Conker snuck around the house, looking
everywhere for the alka-seltzer. His hangover didn't help with his
intended sneaking; he crashed into just about everything. The red
squirrel winced as each sound came to his sensitive ears. He cursed
under his breath upon hitting an end table; the lamp on top toppling
over. Had he really made that much noise?
"Did you, like,
think you could get away with this?"
Apparently so. What would
he do now?
"Umm," He was caught, but that didn't mean he
couldn't try to get out of it, "I was just heading for the…
toilet…?"
"I can smell you from like, waaaaaaay over
here."
Conker sniffed the air
around him, "She's not kidding there." He begrudgingly turned
to face his girlfriend; ears laid flat, and tail drooping.
For
the next fifteen minutes he somewhat listened to her lecture, which
was even harder than normal, given his massive headache.
"You
like, never listen to me, and we like, never go anywhere anymore
where it's like, just the two of us, and- Conker? Conker, are you
even like, listening to me?" Berri faced her boyfriend who was now
asleep on the couch. She thought of pounding him awake with a nearby
pillow, but decided against it. Although she left the room in a huff,
she wasn't angry with him. Conker just smiled to himself.