Disclaimer: Now I do not own Rango and I am not making any money off of this fic. Rango and its characters all belong to Nickelodeon and its wonderful cast and crew.

Priscilla awoke with a start when she heard the front door open and shut with a loud click. Her tiny keen ears listened for any other sound. Doors didn't just open on their own, so that meant that someone was in her house! Just as she thought this, her ears twitched when she heard the 'someone' move through the kitchen. This caused the mouse to blink in confusion. Was the thief going to steal her food?

The thought infuriated her and she balled her small fists in anger. Anyone else would probably be grateful that the only thing stolen from them was food and could just replace their groceries without a problem. However, when you live in a small, run down town with your practically broke brother who could hardly afford to even buy food, then having your food stolen was a big thing. And this was something Priscilla wasn't going to stand for.

Ever so quietly, she got out of her bed and pulled out her suite case from under her bed and opened it. Inside were two pistols, both loaded and ready for use. She carefully took them out and tiptoed out of her room. The young mouse looked over the rickety houses second floor rail and saw, to her great relief, that it was only her older brother coming home for the night.

She looked at the small, old clock in the hallway and saw that it read 4:00 AM. This wasn't a surprise as her brother was constantly staying out late with his good for nothing friends. Priscilla let out an exasperated sigh and put her guns back into her room before making her way down the stairs. She found her brother, Chorizo, with his back towards her, in the kitchen chugging a glass of water, which he nearly dropped in his obviously drunken state.

"Out late again?" Priscilla questioned after he put the cup in the sink. The shrew jumped in fright having not expecting anyone else in the room. He quickly pulled out one of his guns from his hoister and pointed it at the young mouse who jumped back in shock while putting her hands up, "Whoa, relax Chorizo! It's just me!" She said as she looked at his gun warily. She really had to stop scaring her brother when he was intoxicated.

Chorizo blinked groggily, "Priscilla?...Wha-what are you doing up?" He slurred while he struggled to put his gun back in place.

"I could ask you the same thing." Priscilla replied while she watched her brother finally put the gun back into its hold. "I w-was out with my…my…friends." He said while stumbling over his words and rubbing a hand over his eyes. He was totally wasted, Priscilla really hoped her brother didn't puke all over the floor…again.

"Yeah I know you were out getting drunk with Bill, Stump and Kinski." The girl said while rolling her eyes. It wasn't that she didn't like her brothers' friends, she just didn't like the fact that her older sibling was always out all hours of the night getting drunk with them. Then they were gone all day getting into all sorts of trouble and giving Sheriff Rango a hard time. Chorizo shook his head, "We only had a couple of bottles." He insisted. Priscilla raised a skeptic brow at him.

"Alright, maybe we had more than a couple." The shrew admitted as his mind slowly started to clear up and a hangover started to form. He then walked over to the old couch and plopped himself down. He was way too tired and plastered to walk up those stairs. He would sleep down here for now. Priscilla rolled her eyes and walked over to her brother and claimed on top of him.

His arms came up and wrapped his sister in a hug and a few seconds later, he was snoring soundly. Priscilla didn't mind the sound, she spent too many nights with her brother for the sound to be annoying. Besides, she was busy enjoying the feeling of her brothers rising and falling chest and she loved listening to the sound of her brothers' steady heartbeat. This was something she loved doing since she was just a little girl.

However, her state of peace and comfort was disrupted when Chorizo shifted his body so that he was lying on his side and his sister was sandwiched between the couch and a larger, furry body. "Chorizo…I…can't…breathe…!" Priscilla grunted as she tried to pull herself out of the crack. This was proving to be very difficult since he was lying on her arm and leg. Then to make matters worse, the shrew let out a long yawn right in Priscilla's face and she retched at the foul smell of the alcohol.

After what seemed like forever, Priscilla was finally able to free herself from the containment. Looking back at the clock, the mouse let out a tired sigh. 5:00 A.M. She had been trapped longer than she thought. Yawning herself, Priscilla walked over to a smaller couch near the one Chorizo was sleeping on and she curled herself on it and tried to fall back to sleep.

After tossing and turning for a few moments, she got off the couch and walked back up to her room. The young rodent grabbed her faded pink pillow and blanket and made her way back to the couch Chorizo was sleeping on. Ever so gently, she moved the pillow under her brothers' head before she settled herself back into the crack in a more comfortable position. She then grabbed her blanket and covered herself and her brother with it.

Now that she was more comfy, Priscilla snuggled against her brothers' strong chest and felt herself begin to drift off to her own dreams.

A/N: Chapter one revised and edited on 4/10/13.