Rating K+18 for mature
AU: Righto then to the point we shall go! I own nothing but my OC and possible future OC'S
everything else belongs to their respective creators and owners. Same applies to any future collaborations, here or otherwise. Just want to make note there WILL be the use of colorful potty mouth vernacular in this chapter as well as mentions of drinking. However I want it clarified that I am not in anyway trying to encourage underage drinking, decadent debauchery, violence or any kind of substance abuse for that matter. This is mature reading material, please proceed with that understanding. Also the protagonist will for the sake of speed, will be annotated as DT:, Enjoy!
ch. 3 Chance..TO GO "WILD"!
RRST: Just to let everyone know that our young one here is depicting what he has been doing for the past two days in summary form, so please forgive his unique exercising of "modicum decorum". So don't be surprised if there is a bit of a jump in specification in regards to past and present depictions/dialogue. Time to "captipult" into the story! (climbs into capitult, pulls long rope on the trigger) whoom !TALLLYHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo!
D'Artangan: OK so far from I gathered from the gutter-punks on the west side of the river, is that this "Dmitri" is or at least WAS running the show in this neighborhood , some sort of major forgery/hate spice scam gone up in smoke thanks to the "cooper gang". Well whatever the case may be I could probably sell this worlds Indonesian version of roid-rage for a price, maybe get some room and board. (stops walking with an occurring thought) or not considering that half the punks I beat up may consider payback as a brilliant solution. Not that it would do them any good but it would cause me flack I DO not need. Maybe turn it over to the police to "control" the substance? Nah they take one look at me and I might as well peg me for trying to bribe police HQ in broad sight, let alone the fact that I'm an unknown species would be enough to lock me up in a "cage" (shakes head, then remembering the calling card inside his corduroy jacket realizes a most quick option ). snaps fingers Alright maybe JUST MAYBE.. If I can get in good with the "Zootopia Mafia" connections out here by doing a few jobs, then I should be able to get to this so called "paradise" where shudder predators and prey get along in peace and harmony..keep forgetting that this a world of EVOLVED sentient anthro's...really gonna need some time to get use to that notion, that and tofu bacon strips *blech*. Hopefully, upon arrival that I can start with a clean slate without too many questions. ( flash back 2 days ago at the local police station)
Carmalita: …...Can we just-?
DT: OK see I'm gonna stop you riiiight there before you even THINK of putting on a run on speech. Long story short I want to "talk" about MY past? Then I will talk with someone I can trust, while there's little doubt that you are with the local law enforcement, it does not mean I will be a good little school boy and behave like a model citizen. Least not til I can set myself up real nice. Til then you earn my respect and trust? You earn my confidence, otherwise flat out, nope.
(back to the present) Unlike the "Furtropolis Fashion Center of Ze World" here in Paris where apparently I'm considered exotic and erotic due to my lack of fur andddd my "unusual" companionship with clothes in public. I swear between favors, selling spice, and "Wild times" special product I'm never gonna get out of here if not due to whom I have been "helping" then the supposed long arm of the law will.
Sly: (Hidden in an alleyway smiling) well at least I can "confirm" with carm that the kid can indeed handle himself, seriously though looks as though he could take Murray on an even level, maybe even more so. Heh. Too bad he's lining himself with favors from the local mobsters, (looks around) especially since he's wafting with the scent of "savage"... hope he had clams for lunch..
D'Artangan: I swear to god somebody is watching me...CREATION ABOVE IT BETTER NOT BE YOU LADIES!
RRST: As D'Artangan, switched out between counting contextual blessings or curses depending on which you prefer, was once again receiving "invitations" to what WAS networking for "favors" in exchange for information at first, and now-
Feline Fatal 1: Purr.. (looking him up and down)
Female doberman: mmm WOOF! Come to mama...
RRST:-_- and now it was just a petrifying, display of brazen..wonton..LUST!
Feline Fatal 2: you know you want a girl that wants it now and fast "X'Zotic"!
Female Wolf twins: Its a full moon, Lobo, and we need a REAL alpha tonight! (HOWLS)
Cougar and mountain lions: (leaning over the window guardrails) we know were you staying cher...you better lock your door tonight D'ARTANGAN! (numerous sounds of sensual giggling and bedroom eyes)
Black panther and Snow leopard Bi's:...anytime..any Place DT! (rubbing themselves HINT)
D'Artangan: (SLACK JAWED SHAKES HEAD RAPIDLY AND MOVES ON) OHKAY putting aside the obvious the pedantic puns and animal similes, this, is getting really old REAL fast! I mean seriously its not like I'm the only man, or whatever slang they have for a dude in this world, that's residing WITHIN the region of this pseudo animal cracker version of France...god I miss the reactions of people that would actually get jokes...like this...
RRST: And now we come to the classical reaction of any man stuck on a world that has no humans.
DT: well shit...no time to be depressed, gotta make a few more rounds with the "savage performance enhancers" for the sadder part of the male species around here and get the information I need to get-
?: Out of HERE in ze alleyvay and into my bed monsieur? (white vixen with form fitting see through lingerie sneaks up behind him) * wraps hands under the jacket* With your various skills, not to mention talents in and out of ze bedroom, you could always stay with me "X'Zoctic".
DT: grits teeth and pinches bridge of nose Once again miss Fabritha, THAT was a one time thing, two we met ONLY just days ago, three you are married to a mobster, whom though apparently understands his, "lack" of zeal for your bedroom business, does not mean he won't attempt to have me brought before the "don" for punishment out of shear jealously as ridiculous as it sounds, and furthermore I have enough stress from the problems I have had to deal with aside from the day to day hustle which I do not want to deal with anymore than I want to-
Mrs. Fabritha: VELL I may not be the local therapist, I can EASILY make you feel better with MY "prescriptions" sensual giggle and my husband isn't home tonight.. so in exchange for some "quality time" together-
DT: cringe great and I suppose that-
Fabritha: you could search MONSIEUR Fabrithas office, for fake passports and Id makers.. devious smile perhaps you could become the new monsieur Fabrithas..*hands below the waste*
DT: annnnnnnnnnnnd now your touching me this is getting to the point of harassment
Fabritha:(leans into back and inhales deeply while continuing softly and sensually)..and Papa to the little ones growing inside me..maybe make some more half siblings in ze process. Ze ladies of the Back allies do not judge D'Artangan oui?..amor, we've seen how protective you can be of little v'ones of ze street and vell I would love if it you consider ze offer the don made-
DT : (places hand on her paws...) you know that's not me.. it may have been smooth and sauve before all this but..I cannot afford to bear a life such now that I have a second chance.. and to give these kids the start they need for the same..
Fabritha: (squeezes him gently from behind)
DT: (looks up to the night sky)... these kids in or out of the game have a chance to make something of themselves, and more importantly SURVIVE. If the local authority ain't doin nothing to help them out, then I'll do all I can before making a clean break and a fresh start in Zootopia.
Fabritha: but why..why? Why not stay with me? (gestures to the Kits and Cubs inside the apartment) With us? Ever since you took care of what vas left of that-that PUTEN mob of Dmitri facados, you've given ze family relief it has not known for 5 years.. you could easily become don v'oneday.. turn ze bussiness legit for zis branch familia and give all ze's orphans a father figure to look up to... is zat not reason enough D'artangan my love?
DT: not shy I'll give her that much, bit too heavy a fetish though when it comes to exotic males though. Look..Fabritha..(closes eyes as he holds her hands) as much as I APPRECIATE the offer and what good it could do here... I'm gonna have to say no, besides there are OTHER candidates which Mr. Big no doubt has lined up-
Fabritha: (scoffs)
DT: AND amongst them are a few fellows that I have gotten to know over the days I have had the pleasure to aquaint myself with and offer advice.. futheremore there own ways of thinking though different are determined to turn the Biz of the familia into a legit one with good stragedy and results if I I may add..so there's no doubt one of them will be chosen as the legitimate successor. They will provide for the less fortunate with a better purpose than I can.
Fabritha: (sad and amused smile) *light laugh* you alvays have to be SO depensable with logic monsiuer?
DT: *chuckle* (puts chin over her head gently so shes in the crook of his neck)..More so than you know madmoiselle. Speaking of which, if your husband is not aware he should be before long about your due date, but just in case he takes it wrong... if you need a...friend just hit me up at the hostel "Pancake Penninsula", and we'll work out a plan to get some dough for you and the children, not enough to buy a mansion in zootopia mind you but-
Fabritha:(place a single digit on his lips) shhh its fine my moonlit lover(croons herself a little further into the crook of DT's neck)
DT: (blushes) Hrmm a well..uh..I better get going before the kids notice I'm here
Fabritha: (laughs) and zat is bad how? You KNOW ze adore you!
DT: not so much the kids and 10 questions as it is the "friends" of yours that tend to pop up right about-
Random hot onlooker: hey girlfriend save some for us!
DT: -NOWright on cue TIME FOR SOME EXERCISE! Fab, no doubt, my person will always be there in someway some form to help, and .. I admit that..there is something here, I wont deny but its better this way, kisses her gently let me know how little mans doing from time to time gently squeezes her hand (proceeds to dodge most of the ladies he encounters and vanishes across the next 3 buildings via parkour..)
Fabritha: (clutches chest smiling sadly) I vill mi amour..I vill...
DT: (stops on the roof of the local hospital after 5 minutes)...*sigh* its not like I don't want to but..but..*sigh* I can't just make myself the fursona version of adonis AND father of the week overnight, its not fair to anyone, especially Fabritha and the streetkits...*mirthless chuckle* listen to me, the big bad ol' "tracks" former champ of the streets in my world and now champ of gay pare's less fortunate social-economic disparity in THIS one! All because of a freaking Gecko with BADLY mixed-matched American slang..(looks at the old photos of the sap handed out by the don) and a suit that sucks. If it wasn't for him these families would have a chance to live in decent circumstances. Creativity is only going to take me so far if these families are to sustain themselves without any help. Until the forged bills are found and brought out of circulation are these folks going to even get a CHANCE to get out of foreclosure on their housing, let alone half the shops around here! If ONLY there was a way to track down the rest of that forged money without letting Interpol know-
?: Perhaps I can HELP?
DT: TE LE FOOK?!
RRST: grabbing a nearby piece of metal, D'Artangan was almost instantaneous getting into his fighting stance, trying to calmly discern WHERE the voice came from despite the Olympic marathon that his heart was pulling at a rapid pace, a certain green turtle was watching him from the shadows..
DT: ..would ask to show yourself but seeing as you were eavesdropping on my evening therapy with the night sky-
?: (wheels himself out of the shadows and into the moonlight) GADZOOKS! not trying to dart you young sir, just trying to clean up the mess me and my (looks around quick) "friends" made clearing out Dmitri-
DT:( raised eyebrows) So wait, your-
Bentley: Bentley, "former" brains and Demo expert of the Cooper gang
DT: .. UNBELIEVABLE.. a freaking tortoise got the drop on an-
Bentley: TURTLE YOU HAIRLESS MONKEY! My GAD you think people would CONSIDER to read a book these days!
DT: -annnnd insulted me in the same instant, you know if it wasn't for the fact that your legs are broken...*sigh* never mind, anyhow, what do you mean by "help" necessarily? No offense but as far as condition seems you appear-
Bentley: "caged"?
DT: OK NOT what I was going to say, more along the lines of "restricted", and by that, I mean that you can make the best of a situation maybe even "modify" it if you choose to do so. So about this "help" you were talking about? From what I understand from going around the "networks" I've setup in the past few days and what you said just now the Cooper gang was just disbanded and-
Bentley: Disbanded? For the moment, sadly yes. Down and out? Not quite yet kid, the guards on the top floor have gotten use to my nightly visits here on the rooftop, *mischievous look* and the tech division of Interpol has YET to realize the visual feed is actually a variation of moon cycles here in France and NOT the actual times I'm up here to begin with-
DT: A1) not a kid! I'm 18! B2) Regardless you don't even know my circumstances at all! HELL I'm surprised you haven't even asked once what I AM to begin with!
Bentley: First off I have an IQ of 200,
DT:.. -_- Uh-huh a regular Brian Hawking here..
Bentley: second of all I can tell you've run into sly at least ONCE,
DT: ( 0.O)
Bentley: -AND third there has been no contact with a computer, nor any source of information that my eyes and hands have not relished in DAYS with the exception of a few old tech manuals and physics books, *harsh loud whisper* THIS IS THE ONLY SOCIOLOGICAL INTEREST, . CONTACT I HAVE HAD IN DAYS! So please let me have this and at least listen to what I have to offer!
DT:...*Shock wears off* fair enough.. what do you have in mind Bender?
Bentley: Ha ha, real charmer aren't you? Are you always this irrational when encountering new people-
DT: No just random sentient anthro's that have for the past couple of days have cut me off and aside from some more obvious gestures to help have done ZIP to help the middle and poor classes of this place!
Bentley: (crosses arms... gestures to legs)
DT: Right sorry, sigh look personal frustrations aside..I want to help as much as I can before moving on-
Bentley: let me guess, Zootopia right?
DT: exactamundo, less for the "equality" no disrespect just more for the lack of " Game of 10 questions" like half the children here play every day with yours truly (gentle smile)
Bentley: Hmm I see, well to answer your question yes I can, how? Simple I just need a non-traceable"blank" laptop that's hidden in the old safe house on the west side, its less than half a mile from the former nightclub Of Dmitri.
DT: K then, once you have the alleged laptop, how long should it take you to do what you need to?
Bentley: hmm..one hour no more no less to do some data crunching on the banks within a 10 mile radius, depending on the influx they have had for the past couple of months, I should be able to trace where and who's accounts have the alleged "forged money". After all, Dmitri was known as an "Underworld celebrity", upper echelons at home, back allies while out and about at night. After the proper coding has been inputted its just a simple matter of picking the targets, lift the "real" money from their accounts-
DT: *snaps fingers in realization* and switch over the actual currency over to the smaller business's near here right?
Bentley: devious grin Indeed good sir. *clears throat* Of course it will only be from the "unsavory" characters in Dmitri's printing-press scandal depending on the records, they won't dare risk trying to expose who's donating their money to a better cause without ruining themselves in the public eye.
DT: Dig it. Right sooooo any specific return favor for this job or-
Bentley: a one-time favor to Sly will be more than enough payment for me mister...?
DT: (moves to shake hands) D'Artangan Je'Acro. Human in case your wondering.
Bentley: D'Artangan, huh..like the young mammal from the three musketeers?
DT:*chuckle* something like that, say one other thing"
Bentley: yes?
DT: could you give me some information about this "Zootopia"? Aside from word of mouth based on the back alley network, I have not been able to get any official information about the place aside from the occasional outdated pamphlet at the travel agencies.
Bentley: Sure, it'll take an extra hour, but it can be done.
DT: I'm guessing another favor for a friend as payment?
Bentley: yes, if you happen to run into a pink hippo named Murray? Tell him that Bentley sent you and that "I do not blame you" and if you can...
DT: (sigh) yes?
Bentley: keep..keep in contact with him, he's vulnerable despite his size, I'll look up information on the local gangs in Zootopia and a residence that's out of the way in downtown central for your "fresh start".
DT:(Incredulous look) H-HOW DID YOU?!-
Bentley: (deadpan look)
DT:...my god you WERE SERIOUS about the IQ!-
Bentley: (tired smile) just a lot years D'Artangan, the IQ helps though chuckle (takes off glasses and polishes them) so.. Anything else in particular or just everything in general?
DT: No that's all, thank you. (pauses) so tomorrow night sounds fine? Kinda feel like having a "night out" so to speak to clear my head..
Bentley: (smiles knowingly) go right on ahead my young friend. I'm not going anywhere fast.
DT: Right see you tomorrow..Bentley!(slides down the fire escape and jumps through an old warehouse window)
Bentley: ...*sigh* kind of reminds me of Nick..wonder how he's doing..hmph might as well "check" and see tomorrow night..
RRST: As Bentley rolled his wheel chair back down the ramp staircase, D'ARTANGAN landed in front of the "casual cafe" after another 8 minutes of hardcore parkour. After exchanging some Euros with the Barista he proceeded towards the WILD TIMES "watering hole" bar hidden behind the wall panel of the backroom billiards. Entering he embraced the thumping club beats (think jay-Zs club mix version of "thank you" followed up by parov stellars "booty-swing")
( back to the present moment 5 minutes after entering through the secret entrance for "WILD TIMES" 18 and up "watering hole bar") play Banzos theme credits!
DT:(returning to the present and his whiskey) sigh Its better this way huh? Why is it then that I feel so strange? Before coming to this place anybody within 2 days of starvation and 1 step from having it all would look to rub me out for one reason or another...maybe I'm going soft but is it really a bad thing?( image of the white vixens smile flashes briefly in his mind) *chuckle* perhaps I SHOULD at least consider the possibility of a plan b or c..til then, well might as well order another platter while I can! chuckle EY CHARLIE! PASS ME ANOTHER!
Bartender Charlie McManus (Scottish terrier): PISS OFF AND HOLD YA TEATS LAD! I'VE GOT ME PAWS FULL!
DT: chuckle whatever you say Friar Pot Roast! (catches a plate of kinwa rice with avocado paste, salted/ grilled salmon and another whiskey)
Bartender Charlie McManus: snort cheeky Brat..
DT: Hey pops-
Bartender Charlie McManus: (sigh) what now lad?
DT: was wondering if you knew if anybody has seen a large pink hippo around these-
?: 30 LEMONADES AND PASTA, please don't hold back on the garlic sauce and a round on the kid here!
DT: (twitches and ever so-slowly looks to his right)...parts.. I'm guessing your "The MURRAY"?
Murray: Former Muscle of the Cooper gang at the moment, trying to find my "spiritual center" so to speak its been a rough month with whats happened recently, what yer name kiddo?
DT:(looks at Murray in understanding)..names D'artangan..and yeah, can't deny THAT much myself thanks to the change of scene so to speak within the past couple of DAYS...
Murray: Hey Hey don't let it get ya down kiddo. Ya looked as though you have the world on your shoulders little buddy,
DT: *snort* No, just the survival of the small biz, back allies on the west and east side of "Paris" at the moment... I don't suppose YOU have an answer to what I should do exactly?
Murray: (chowing down on his pasta) Well, not sure how ta answer ya there uh..whats yer name?
DT: (raises glass) D'artangan Je' Acro at your service.
Murray: Right! (clinks glasses with DT) As I was saying, there's no single answer, (laughs) then again, never was the brains, that was always..Bentley.. (sigh)
DT:(snaps up head remembering Bentleys requests) brhrmm say uh Murray I have a message-
Murray: pounding lemonade (Between drinks) Before that, I have a message for YOU. Care for some advice spiritual-like in perception?
DT: Well no actually I was looking for you at the request of a fr-
Murray:(already on his 17th lemonade) slam ahhhhhh ya gotta remember who your friends are, even if your playing with another deck! HUP! (Tosses a drink towards DT with speed and force)
DT: (catches it without even looking, slight cracks form in the bar surface) yup regular logic nor answers do NOT apply here apparently... you know what, that actually makes sense, but as a man once said, "I play what I'm dealt" or in my case though it's like I'm bouncing between a Royal flush, a full house depending, or a bluff depending on what happens next..
Murray: WELL SPOKEN LITTLE BUD! "The MURRAY" approves! We should spar sometime, you look like you got some good reflexes!
DT: let me guess, sly told you about me?
Murray: To an extent yes.
DT: figures, look Bentley told me to tell you that "I don't blame you"
Murray:...your a good mammal..I'll be heading to the Australian outback in a few days, I don't suppose it would be too presumptuous of old "Murcules" to to request a pen-pal?
DT:..(smiles) No problem at all Big guy, just give me a few days and we'll meet back here, Bentley says he's got a place all picked out in Zootopia for me to chill out-
Murray: Hey no worries. WELP, see you later little bud, I got me a date with 13 more drinks and big bowl of basta la pasta!
RRST:Murray made his way to the center of the eatery not aware of what was about to occur..
loud sound of table being overturned
Natalie: FUCKING HALF-PINT! I'll GUT YOU FOR EVEN SUGGESTING SUCH A THING!
Charlie: feckin kilarney not THEM lot again!
RRST: everyone in the bar turned around to that a dispute had apparently arisen between a female lynx and a male chihuahua as the bouncers started to get into place should things get out of hand. Surprisingly a certain Pink Hippo was in the middle of this dispute, not that he seemed to notice.
Chihuahua GANGSTA pinto: (numerous gang members start flicking out switchblades and baseball bats)… *smirk* Watch it mademoiselle, shouldn't say stuff you ain't got neither ze stones for nor ze HARDWARE to pull off. Besides you look like you have not had FUN in a while, why not give ol' caeaser a try mm
Natalie: glares (her posse and fellow gang members back her up)and I suppose that you're just EXPECTING me to take this offer because I look poor? Because you think ma crew don't pack heat? I don't fall for that small build "real wood" schtick PUNTA! I MAY BE POOR BUT I HAVE MY STREETCRED TO MAINTAIN, 'sides the amount of detachable "fang" your crew carries makes me think that your trying to compensate for something smirks
Dane Daniel: growls and from the way your GIRLS act you think they was in heat, granted that may be true for the lupine whores on yer front-lines since its a full moon HA-
RRST: once again we face the dilemma of a misogynistic male that cant keep his yap shut, but dear god feeling like krillin from TFS dragon ball parody [ gohan: k-krillin do you hear that? Krillin: I FEEL that!]. Chuckle but back to the story if you haven't guessed already our dear lady decided upon a more practical-
Dane Daniel: (silent squeaky voice) 0o0 aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my... tender..biscuits!
RRST: SHUDDER a more..PAINFUL approach to expressing the lack of need for idiocy. By means of slowly crushing the "family jewels" of our unfortunate loudmouth like squeezed lemons.
Dane Daniel: BY THE LOVE OF INUKAMI SOMEONE PLEASE! I DON'T WANNA BE FIXED!
RRST: OK enough of THAT, we get the point! clap clap!
Natalie: (mercifully stops, allowing the Dane to drop to his knees and whimper like a puppy) Hmph, lucky my "conscience" kicked in MUTT!
RRST:...again with the fourth wall breakage?..why?! Just..ya know what physics no longer apply next thing you know they'll notice me when I even start these notations!
Female wolves: (looks up) wink calls us sometime "conscience" (bedroom eyes)
RRST: …..[JonTron: BAD TOUCH! BAD TOUCH! STRANGER DANGER!] MOVING ON!
Chihuahua Gangsta leader: VWOOM BASH! (swings with bat crushing the space where her hand had been just a moment before) AW come now Cheri how come you give ze help all ze attention but not moi? (tips her chin up with the end of a custom bat) glare unless you think ze is a mammal more DOMINUS than me?!
(BOTH GROUPS BEGINING TO TENSE FOR AN ALL OUT BRAWL
DT:( turns around in piqued interest to take a gander) M'kay so we got small dude with attitude and no release for his low-grade "hardware" in one corner and tired post homicidal chick that is not interested in the other. interesting match up, but while it'd have been fun to watch in the PAST this shit does not fly with me in the PRESENT!
Charlie: (swats DT upside the head) WATCH YER FECKIN MOUTH! or I'll wash it out with a pine cone!
DT: Old enough and been through enough POPS, swig mmph RIGHT THEN! garners the attention of both Right so madam-
Natalie: That's "Mistress" to you "X'Zotic"..(light sensual laugh) then again, if you've reconsidered my "proposition" you could always attempt to take me, make me yours and-
DT: Once again BEDROOM and NOT in public THANKYOU! You would think that I came here to relax and converse without judgment or flirtations at every SODDING-
Gangsta leader Pinto: You know monsieur, despite you being a "unique" species you know how to please a woman, (gang members chuckle and nod) *raises glass* we salute to your philandering vays. HOWEVER (taps bat to DT's chin) if your not here to suck me off via words, mouth, or give her a show, I suggest you leave the business to the "adults" and-
DT: (grabs bat and crushes it slowly, half of the canines take a step back) Have one of your boys give it to you up the ass if you want it so bad CHICA. (turns back to Natalie) As I was saying before monsieur 5 inches here interrupted, YOU Madam are tired and don't want what he's offering, (switches to chihuahua) YOU dill-weed, have a swelled ego three times your size and "hardware" smaller than your "wider" arrangement of vocab and vernacular (both gangs tense up as his expression turns dangerous) so do the lot of us a favor and PISS OFF YOU FURRY FUCKTARDED! -
Murray: OK THATS ENOUGH!
RRST:As Murray entered the scene, some the bouncers immediately recognizing him for the famous muscle of the cooper gang, backed off in respect and in CAUTION. Technically Murray was a prey species, but the fierce way he always fought put him in the predator category any-day. However-
Murray: Sir I'm sure that there are plenty of women back on your turf that would be more than willing to take you up on your offer, madam?-
Natalie:-Natalie of the Dominas FemPreds... (glances at DT before chucking him a calling card)
DT:(reads it notices the lipstick) "Two Days from now, the Eiffel tower top floor, 9 pm 'make me yours ALPHA'"(Looks up with an incredulous look) . ?
Natalie: (mouths to him) call me (Licks up whats left of her beer and gulps it down)
DT: (nose bleed) feels like I'm in an anime, or at least a remake of tenchi-muyo!
Murray: Perhaps you and your crew would like to check out the dining area?
Natalie:..very well, (looks to her girls) come on ladies, we have a better evening to be had if we are going to wash out the CHEAP stuff! (her crew laughs)
Pinto: ( grips his bat, chucks it in outrage and begins to make his way towards Murray)
Murray: Right, if you would please come this way-
Chihuahua Boss: *dangerous glint* FLOCK OFF LARDROLL! jump kicks Murray backwards into the bar
RRST: side-steps just in time (dusts jacket) not EVERYONE cared, after all this was a predator bar so some always made a policy to point out their claws and fangs no matter the size with pride, ESPCIALLY when it was the pint-sized leader of the group of vicious various-sized canines.
Wolf twins: (predatory growl) oh MY..LIVE "prey"
RRST:...you CANNOT be serious right now...
Wolf twins: Oh yes we ARE, je te' mi amor
RRST:..(turns around slowly, tips Charlie and then proceeds to ever so swiftly both in movement and grace out the back exit)... . . . . . . . . NOOOPE!
DT: ...(catches Murray and helps him up) *devious smile* you realize there's a possibility that this will all turn into a brawl right?
Murray: tired smile just leave the safety to me kiddo-
DT: AGAIN with the age assumption, I'm 18! sigh whatever (turns to Bartender scratching the back of his head in vexation) Its fine right pops?
Murray: (glances apologetically at charlie)
Charlie: resigned smile (shakes head) just payback the damages in kind lads..young blood these days...
Murray: (running start) THUNDER FLOP!
DT: (readies with makeshift cane and Baritisu stance) PARTY TIME MOFOS!
AU:*singing* cliff hangar hanging from a cliiiiifff! and that's why hes called CLIFF HANGARRR! Anyone get the reference? Just as a heads up I'm planning on sticking with "France" for the next two chapters, Resolving the cooper gangs obvious plan, helping the backallies and familia, and then moving onto Zootopia! For those that have enjoyed the story thus far, thank you for doing so. Comment in the Comment Section Below Rating , Reviews, and Constructive criticism are all most welcome.