Disclaimer- I still own nothing.
AN- Random fact about me: I write on my phone. I never write on a computer because the keyboard is so damn loud. I write in ThinkFree Office then email the fic to myself and publish on the computer because the document doesn't work. But still, I write on my phone.
Prompt- Pigeons and beer.
"There is a pigeon on your desk."
The man behind said desk stared at Axel, who had spoken and was standing in front of the desk with Roxas.
"It drinks beer too," he had grey hair, and a drunken slur. He raised a can of beer, as if in a toast, and poured some into the shallow dish near the bird. "Cheers..." he mumbled, looking close to passing out as he swigged the last of the can.
Roxas and Axel exchanged bewildered looks.
"While we probably would fit into society in this world fairly well, I find beer drink birds disconcerting," Roxas stated, staring at the bird, who gave a wobbly warble when she, he, it sensed eyes on itself.
Axel nodded. "Everyone we've seen has been either drunk or unconscious and drunk. Or hungover and drunk. Or high. Or both. Or all four. Doesn't seem very conductive for a functioning city."
"The Organization is like that most days too," Roxas pointed out, recalling more than ten instances in the past month that had not been at all good for productivity.
"My point exactly," Axel snickered, because, really, they didn't seem to be getting much done.
AN- Yep. They're really turning into alcoholics. Ahh, well. Please review?
ALSO- If it my readers didn't realize what world they're on, they're here. And walked past college dorms. On game day. Pre-gaming anyone? (Oh god I shouldn't know this kind of stuff I'm just a kid.)
Whole text- At front desk. Got a beer drinking pigeon.
