At a much more reasonable awakening hour, Bullseye returned to the orphanage, coming in his own way. By the time he'd reached his room, he opened the door to see Buckthorne in there. "-Hey Bucksy... I'm back." Buckthorne nodded to him. "-So I see." It's about time." Bullseye shrugged. "-Sorry." I got a little caught up." So... has the old girl been by?" "-Yup." She was wondering where you were." I told her you went for a walk." "-Thanks for covering my back." "-No problem." She said she was gonna come back here in an hour, which it has been about... so I'd get ready, if I was you." Bullseye looked down at his grass stained pants. "-Oh!" Heh... good idea." "-Oh yeah, you kinda got something in your hair right there," Buckthorne pointed out. Bullseye brushed into his hair, to pull out a small white, flower petal. He gazed at it, entranced for a moment, then flicked it away. "-Geez, I better go wash up then, since I must look like something the dog dragged in!" Buckthorne smiled. "-Good thinking." I'll give ya a holler if Aunt Meliie comes by." "Good deal," said Bullseye, grabbing a few things from his drawer, and went off to the washroom. Several minutes later, he came out, throwing his dirty clothes in the laundry hamper. "Perfect timing, Bullsy." She's coming now," his friend informed him. "Man, I'm good," Bullseye congratulated himself. Just then, the bedroom door opened. The kindly nurse's face brightened at the sight of them, Bullseye, especially. "-Oh, there he is... the big fifteen!" Bullseye shuffled, rather bashfully. "-Mornin' Aunt Mel." She gave him a big hug. "-Happy Birthday Bullseye, hun." "Aww, thanks Mellie," Bullseye spoke, appreciatively. The female sheepdog finally let him go, and stepped back and looked at him. Her eyes teared up a bit. She shook her head, smiling proudly, "My, my, how the years go so quickly!" You're gettin' so big, Bullseye, hun!" I can still remember that shy little arrival fella, from nearly ten years ago!" She wiped her face with a handkerchief. "-Oh, speaking of remembering things, did you give him the present already, Buckthorne, hun?" Buckthorne nodded. "Sure did, Aunt Mellie." He certainly got a big kick out of it." He grinned. Bullseye shrugged, "-Yeah, guess I did." Speaking of which, seriously, Aunt Mellie, the money... it's too much... I can't take all that!" Aunt Mellie simply shook her head. "-Oh Bullseye, hun, yes you can... and you WILL." It's my and Buckthorne's gift to you... and you better well take it!" Besides... nothing's too good for my boys." She waved her hand at Buckthorne to come over. When both young males were before her, she threw her arms around them both, in a warm, affectionate embrace. A bit of wind was knocked out of both of them, but they still hugged her back, whilst exchanging glances over her shoulders. Aunt Mellie... you had to love her. She had so much faith and understanding, and such a big heart, especially for them, in particular. Finally, releasing them, she looked at Bullseye again. "-I don't care if you think that's already enough... I'm still goin' to make you a cake, too!" Angel food... I know that's your favorite, hun." "-Well, I can't lie to ya... no one can quite give it that 'angelic' touch, that you do, Aunt Mel," Bullseye said, turning a bit red. The nurse's face grew such a happy look, and she beamed, "-You're nothing but a big sweetheart, Bullseye, hun." She planted a warm kiss on his cheek, and Bulseye's face grew hotter. "Well, you two look famished." You come on down and have some breakfast soon." Then you go have some fun with your friends!" No chores for you today." Bullseye protested, "-Mellie, nah... don't do that for me!" THAT I definitely won't accept..." She insisted, "Oh yes, you will... I insist!!" Bullseye still pleaded, "Oh come on... can't I even clear my own dishes or anything?" Aunt Mellie shook her head. "You touch one piece of silverware or lift one finger, and I'll give ya a good one, I will!" The young warthog sighed, "Oh fine." But it's only because YOU say so." The sheepdog grinned, triumphantly. "That's my boy." Now come on you two, it's a big day, and time's a wastin' here!"
A couple hours later, they were out in the city, hanging out with their circle of friends. Bullseye of course, was getting plenty of attention, for the time. They were all giving him their best wishes, slaps on the back, noogies, and friendly punches. And lots of congratulance, for he was the first one of them all to turn fifteen, the first of them legible to drink and use certain 'substances'... They also gave him some gifts too, like more money, and little items and such. They all went with him also, when he went to go for his ID, making him laugh at their suggestions of bogus answers and responses for the forms he had to fill out, and ideas for what kind of pose and expression he should make for his photo. By the time it was ready, all were pretty surprised at the outcome. They all had to agree, it had turned out pretty GOOD. He'd struck a cool, savvy pose, and flashed a devious, killer grin. Despite how bad usual photos made him look, this one for once, had edge and near perfection. He figured it'd come out so good, because it was for something important (special). His legal ID! That WAS pretty awesome... When he told the others of his plans for later, they all hooted and cheered him on, saying that he'd better tell them ALL about it later. He said he would, sure as hell, for he thought he'd sure as hell have something to brag/talk about...
That evening, at about nine, Bullseye was setting out. He'd had a pretty good day so far, and couldn't wait to get out there that night, in the bars and clubs. He'd promised Aunt Mellie, that he'd be back home at twelve, at the latest. Three hours surely sounded good enough, they agreed. But as he left, Buckthorne winked at him, and said, "Bet ya three mobuims we'll be seeing you at ONE, bro." His warthog friend just laughed. After wandering the streets for a bit, Bullseye came across a joint that quite a few people seemed to be going to. It was a pretty big place, and a couple stories high. The bright, blazing, lit up sign read "The Torra's Toss 'N Torn Tavern". *Hey, this looks pretty wicked!* he thought. So he went right on in.
Like he'd seen from the outside, the place WAS big. Pretty roomy, but then again, with all the people still coming in, it was obviously going to fill up. It was pretty impressive, with all that space, there was room for all the things it had in it. There were lots of tables, couches and stuff, where you could just sit, lounge, have a drink, and chat with friends, there was a large and expensive sound system, and a dance floor, to get your groove on, pool tables and dartboards, and of course, the bar in the back, which was long and enormous. Having never seen such a place, Bullseye was amazed at it all. At first, he didn't go and order something, he wanted to look around, wander the place, check it out. He was so caught up in it all, nothing seemed to bother him. He seemed to be only noticing the sweet stuff. He couldn't believe his luck when he saw some beautiful girls looking, and even a few of them smiled at him! He felt pretty good, there. Like a true stud, steed, player, ladies man, that kinda thing. But then, after sometime, Bullseye had scoped the whole joint, and he was now kinda bored, to his surprise. Lots of people were out dancing on the floor, and he didn't really want to follow suit, as he didn't know how to dance. He didn't want to ask if he could join any groups, who were using the pool tables and dartboards, for a match, he'd feel stupid, loserly, and desperate. And he certainly didn't want to talk to any of the gorgeous girls, he was WAY too shy for that kind of thing. He'd never be able to work up to nerve or confidence. Amidst these thoughts, Bullseye cringed, slightly. Was it just him, or was the music was getting a little too loud? At least for HIS liking... And just then, some person walking nearby, sent a puff of smoke from their cigarette, his way. The intoxicating fumes made him cough and gag, in disgust. He tried to squeeze through the crowd, to the long winding table, around the bar. With a sigh, he dropped into a chair. He couldn't believe what a time he was having. This place now SUCKED big time. It was loud, crowded, airtight, and despite how many people were in it, it felt lonely. If only he'd had one of his friends there, maybe it wouldn't've been near so bad... But he was on his own, until they were legally old enough. Bummed out, Bullseye leaned on his elbow, breathing outloud. He was starting to consider perhaps leaving... But then he thought, *Wait a sec? Leave NOW?? It hasn't even been an hour! What a big wuss you're being!* So Bullseye decided, that he'd stay, and have a drink or two.. and by the time the hour was over, if things weren't any better, THEN he'd go home... *Sounds like a plan* he thought to himself, nodding. He looked to see where the bartender was. Just as he was about to call out, someone appeared before him. "-Hey kid, can I get you anything?" He saw a large male caracal, with a black and white shirt, who looked about in his early twenties. "-Uhh, yeah, sure!" "What would you like, then?" For a second, Bullseye didn't know what to say. *What do I want??* He didn't know... he'd never had any alcoholic drinks before, didn't know the names, or whatever... So he said the first thing he could think of. "-Um, could I get some water?" *WATER??* he screamed, in his head. *You ask for WATER, in a BAR??* He couldn't believe himself. But luckily for the embarrassed young warthog, the bartender didn't bat an eye. "-Sure thing, kid." The caracal ducked down, out of sight. Bullseye was glad for the moment to recover. A few seconds later, the bartender appeared again, with some bottled water. "-Would you like this in the bottle, or you wanna a glass?" "-Sure, glass would be great," answered Bullseye. The caracal slid him a glass. "Here ya go." "-Thanks," the warthog said, and the bartender was gone. Bullseye poured himself a cup, and chugged it down. He felt like such an ass. What an idiot he must look like, he thought. This whole night seemed to be turning into a disappointment. *Happy Birthday to me* he thought, with a sarcastic tone. He looked at the clock. Quarter to ten. He'd came here at about nine. *Thank God! Just last fifteen more minutes, then I'll get the hell outta here!* Or so he thought....
Just a few minutes later, Bullseye was still sipping on his water, when out of nowhere, someone accidentally bumped into him, causing him to nearly spill the glass. "-Oh geez!" I'm sorry!" he and the other person started to say... but they stopped as soon as they caught a look at each other. Bullseye couldn't believe his eyes at what he saw. Before him, was a VERY attractive young female hyena. She had a gorgeous, slender body, with lovely spotted fur, wearing a tiny midriff tank top, and the shortest mini skirt Bullseye'd ever seen... Which revealed even more of those long, sexy legs... *-Oh...my...GOD!* The warthog was desperately trying to keep control of his saliva (drooling), or have his jaw fall right off his face (or getting lockjaw). He tried to say something, but couldn't get anything out, except a few croaks of air. To his surprise, the female smiled at him. "-Well... aren't we too cute, to be all alone!" Bullseye thought he was hearing things. Finally he managed to get out, "-Uhhhmmm... excuse me?" She beamed even more. "-And even modest!" My, my... you ARE quite a catch, fella." To top it all off, she seemed to be moving closer to him, too... Bullseye felt tipsy. "-Erm... what?" Then the female hyena suddenly gave herself a swat in the face. "-Oh for crying out loud!" Where are my manners??" She offered him her hand, and in realizing what she was doing, Bullseye took it. "-Hi, my name is Candice Torra..." But you can call me 'Candy'." Bullseye shook her hand, still feeling rather nervous. "-Oh, that's... that's a pretty name." ...I... I'm Bullseye Warthogg... uumm... you can just call me Bullseye." *Stupid, stupid, stupid...* he chanted in his head. But Candy seemed delighted. "-Wow, Bullseye... that's quite an interesting name." You know, we're both pretty lucky with our names, eh?" They're something we can 'work from', hey?" she said, with a secret meaningful look. Bullseye turned red, and gulped, "-Oh yeah... that's... 'neat'." He wished he could think of something intelligent to say to her... She didn't seem to mind though. "-So, I've never seen you around here before." What's your story?" *Talk!* Tell her you moron!* his mind told him. And for once, it finally registered... mostly. "-Oh!" Right... well see... I just got my ID, today... and-" Candy raised her eyebrows. "-Ah!" So we got a 'newbie' here, have we?" Well... let's see that ID then." Come on, don't be shy!" "-Well, okay then..." Bullseye pulled it out, and handed it to her. She stared at it for a second, then a huge grin crossed her lips. "-Wow... it's rare a picture does anyone some justice!" But this one... I must say, you look good." I like the pose!" Bullseye felt his face grow hotter. "-Uhhh.. thanks." Then it occurred to him that perhaps, he should ask her, her age. After all, now she knew what his age was, having looked at his card, he figured. "-Just wondering... could I... ask how old you are?" Candy nodded, "Yeah sure... I'm seventeen." Bullseye immediately freaked. His eyes went wide, and felt sick. "-Oh man!" I... I should go!" He started to turn to leave, but she grabbed him by the shoulder. "-Hey wait a sec!" What's the matter?" "-Umm... let's just say... I'm not your type!" "Oh really?" How?" Bullseye stammered, "-Well... see... you said you're seventeen." "-Yeeah." So?" "Don't you know how old I am?" Candy shook her head. "-Noo... you didn't tell me, did you?" Bullseye was a bit taken back. "You didn't look at year of birth on my ID?" "No... was I supposed to?" He gulped. "-See... it says '3191'... which means I'm fifteen... as of today." Candy looked at him. "-Oooh!" I see... THAT's why you were... panicking there, right?" "Well ya!" Doesn't it... gross you out?" She shrugged. "No, actually... I'm cool with that." Bullseye was shocked. "You ARE?" "Yeah!" Why, does it bother you?" "Oh!" Well... no, honestly, not really." But I thought YOU might be..." Candy just smiled. "Well, as I said, no I'm not... so no need to worry there, fella." Bullseye felt rather relieved to hear this. "-Oh." Well... that's relieving, I must say." "So... you still wanna hang out?" Or you really gotta go now?" Bullseye thought for a moment. He looked at the clock. It was now ten. He could leave if he wanted... but did he? He looked back at Candy. One look was all he need. *Heeell no!* "-No way, I'm free as a bird!" said Bullseye. "You wanna hang out, well sure thing!" I'm in!" She seemed quite pleased to hear this. "Great!" I was hoping you'd stay!" Well, if you're gonna, then come with me!" She took his hand and steered him in.
They went to another side of the bar, still in the long table around. Candy called out. "-Hey Donavan!" That brought the bartender from before, coming over to them. He smiled when he saw Candy. "Hey Candy!" What's up, girl?" Candy grinned, "Oh, just enjoying my off-work hours!" Here, I've got a 'new friend' for you to meet!" She pulled Bullseye over. "This is Bullseye!" And Bullseye, this is my cousin, Donavan." He owns this joint... with ME of course." Bullseye, feeling uncomfortable, shook Donavan's hand. "Er, hi... we've met before... when I ordered my drink." Donavan gave a smirk. "Oh yeah... I remember you." The... the 'water'boy!" he remembered, snapping his fingers. Bullseye's mouth fell. *Awww crap!* he thought. *Now she's gonna think I'm a total wuss!* He tried to shrug this off. He laughed outloud, uneasily. "-Erm, what was that?" 'Water'boy?" I'm sorry... you must be mistaken." I didn't order WATER!" Donavan gave him a bit of a funny look. Then he realized what he was trying to pull, and said, "Oooh!" I get it!" He turned to Candy. "Yo Candy... looks like we gotta another one covering up to try and impress ya!" He gave her a jestful wink. She looked at Bullseye. "Oh come on there, Bullseye... you don't need to do that!" I don't mind if ya like water!" We're all different, right?" He nodded agreeingly, as she continued, "Just wondering though... if you like water better, than why you come around to a 'bar' then?" No offense or anything." Bullseye swallowed. "-Well... it's not like I don't LIKE alcohol or anything... it's just... see... I WOULD've asked for one... except I don't really.. know any names of them, or whatnot." "-Ooooh!" That's why... now I get it!" Well, that's no big deal!" Me and Donavan got that covered!" Believe me, we know practically EVERY alcoholic beverage out there..." Bullseye felt the tension loosen. "-Oh... well, that's a relief." Candy gave him a squeeze on the shoulder. "-Yeah no prob!" I'll pick ya a nice easy one to start out with..." Oh!" I got two in mind." Would you prefer a 'Mudslide' or an 'Irish Creme'?" Bullseye twisted his lip, considering the choice. "Uhhh... oh heck, YOU can call the shot," he offered. "Alright then... Donavan, why don't ya get him a Mudslide?" Oh wait!" Make that two... I'd like one myself." The caracal snapped his fingers again. "Sure thing, Candy, girl." I'll have 'em whipped up in a jiff!" Oh yeah, you two want 'em on the rocks?" "-Yup," said Candy, but Bullseye looked confused. "-Erm.. what?" Candy explained, "-He means you want ice with that." 'On the rocks', it's just a little expression." "-Oh!" In that case, sure," Bullseye agreed. Donavan nodded, "-Got it." And he was off. Bullseye looked to Candy. "-You said he was your 'cousin'?" She nodded. "-Yeah." Why?" He uneasily scratched the back of his neck. "-Well... it's just... he's a... caracal... and you're a... hyena." Right?" Candy got it. "-Oh!" You mean... ah, I see." Bullseye nodded. "-Yeah, pretty much." I just... don't quite get the connection." "It's pretty simple mistake, no worries," she assured him. "See, his father was my mother's brother." They were both hyenas." It's his mother who was the caracal." Bullseye nodded, understandingly, "Ahh.. I get it now." Thanks... I'm sorry if I was-" Candy shook her head. "-Nah, that's ok." Lots of people ask us that... no sweat." *Whew!* Bullseye thought, with relief. He sure didn't wanna screw up with her... this thing seemed to be going along nicely... In a few minutes, Donavan was back with the drinks. "Here ya go... two Mudslides on the rocks." Knock yourselves out!" Candy giggled. "Will do, cuz!" She slid Bullseye's drink over to him. "-Have a hit, Bullseye." It's good stuff!" Bullseye picked his up. "-Alrighty... my first alcohol!" Bullseye grinned. "..Enjoy responsibly... not!" winked Candy, and they both clinked their glasses. Bullseye took a slow, swig. The taste was sweet, like a chocolate malt, with a strongness tinged into the mix. It was a new and interesting sensation. Made him feel kinda funny... but in a good way. Candy asked, "-So there... how is it?" Whatcha think?" Bullseye just gave a ditzy little grin, and replied, "-What can I say?" This shit's the SHIT!" They both had a good, cheesy laugh at that one. Candy thought to herself, *-Cute, young, and funny... this kid's on a roll!* Smiling to herself, her thoughts continued, *Just need to pass a few more little 'tests' and you're all mine, hunky hotness!*
After having a few, Bullseye felt a calmer and more comfortable sensation/atmosphere coming over him. He decided, *Hmmm... looks like gettin' 'boozed up' ain't so bad!* He and Candy were telling each other bizarre and humorous stories, and laughing with each other. Sure in truth it might've looked strange to anyone else, but they were enjoying it, quite fine. Finally, Candy gave a devious look, and said, "-Hey Bullseye... ya wanna dance?" Bullseye nearly snorted his drink, up his nostrils. "-Say what?" You've gotta be kidding me!" You don't wanna see me doing THAT!" Candy giggled. "And why NOT??" Bullseye shook his hands at her. "-Nuh uh, no how, no way!" I don't know how!" Plus if I tried, I can assure you, that the expression 'two left feet' would come into play!" The hyena went into a fit of giggles again. "-In that case, shake your little 'booty' out here!" I wanna see!" Bullseye protested, like a child, "Nooo!" I don't wanna!" Candy gave him a playful hit. "Too bad!" You're gonna!" I'm making ya!" She grabbed his hands, and pulled him up to his feet. Bullseye made a silly pouty face, and said, "Oh fine... ruin my rep and life for all I care!" Candy clapped her hands. "-Yay!" she squealed, giddily. And she dragged him out to the dance floor. "-Want some tips?" Just watch what some of the other guys are doing, and work it out!" Bullseye rolled his eyes. "-Alright." "And look at ME of course!" she winked. So Bullseye examined some of the moves other people were pulling off, and tried them out for himself. He wasn't that bad actually, he seemed to be getting into it nicely. Candy grinned. "Looks like you got potential, Bullsy!" Keep at it, and you'll be a natural in no time!" Other young studs'll be watching YOU soon!" Bullseye snickered. "-Yeah, sure." Just then he saw a guy dancing with his girlfriend, and noticed what they were doing, in particular. Unlike most of the others, those two were ALL over each other! Getting REALLY close up, and downright dirty. As the guy grabbed the girl in the behind, Bullseye pointed it out to Candy. "-Hey Candy!" How about I give THAT move a try!" he jested. Candy, who was working her own groove, laughed. "-Hah!" You wanna do THAT, do ya?" She waggled out her tongue. "Then you better earn it, fly boy!" Bullseye cocked an eyebrow. "Oh, you're on!"
And so, they continued to burn the floor for quite sometime. The only downside of it, was near the end, Candy's heel accidentally landed on Bullseye's foot at one point. "-Oh!" Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" she freaked, when Bullseye yelped out in pain. But he shook his head. "Naaah... I'm o... 'kay," he cringed, between words. Candy put his arm over her shoulder, and said, "-I think now might be a good time to have a breather... really I'm SO sorry." She helped him slightly limp over to a table. He shook his head again. "-No seriously, it's ok, Candy... I'm not hurt." *-Much... but then again, WHO cares!* At the moment, since he seemed to be in a pretty sweet deal, he really DIDN'T mind that much. They both plopped into chairs. "-Whew! Candy breathed. "-I hear ya!" Bullseye sighed out. "-All the same, thanks for begging me into it!" That was actually pretty fun!" Candy smiled. "Hey, no problem, that was fun for me too." Hold a sec, be right back." She went over to the bar, into the back, and grabbed some bottles. When she came back to Bullseye, he saw what they were. A confused look crossed his face. "What's with this??" Some kinda mean joke??" Candy howled with laughter at him. "-No!" Just a little good idea, for when you're drinking!" You should always have some water in between, so you don't get too drunk, and so that your brain doesn't lose too much oxygen or something." "Ooooh!" Bullseye realized. "I see." He caught a water bottle that she tossed at him. They both popped the tops off. Candy spoke, "Hey come on, a little toast!" Here's to you, for turning big fifteen, 'tenderfoot'!", as she gave his leg a nudge. Bullseye smirked at this newfound 'pet name' she found for him. "-'Tenderfoot'?" Heh... 'cute'." Well, whatever tickles YOUR fancy..!" Thanks again." And they clicked bottles. After taking a good long swig once or twice, Candy gave him a indescribable look... "-So... since it's your birthday and all... think I could get ya a... 'gift'?" Bullseye shrugged, "-Erm.. sure." But you don't really NEED to, I mean you just MET me, and I think most of the fun we've had tonight, is pretty nice enough!" Candy smiled. "-Yeah I know... but still... I'm a very 'generous' girl... I like making people happy." Also, since I DID step on your foot, I think I owe you something!" Bullseye finally, since she seemed to be very insistive, gave in. "Oh alright... if you want to THAT much." She seemed VERY pleased. "Good!" In that case-" She looked him in the eye. "-You wanna come upstairs?" Into my apartment?" Bullseye's eyebrows shot up. *WHAT did she say????* he thought, wildly. "-Umm... okay," he gulped. But in his head, the young warthog was thinking, *He shoots... he SCORES!!*
A couple hours later, they were out in the city, hanging out with their circle of friends. Bullseye of course, was getting plenty of attention, for the time. They were all giving him their best wishes, slaps on the back, noogies, and friendly punches. And lots of congratulance, for he was the first one of them all to turn fifteen, the first of them legible to drink and use certain 'substances'... They also gave him some gifts too, like more money, and little items and such. They all went with him also, when he went to go for his ID, making him laugh at their suggestions of bogus answers and responses for the forms he had to fill out, and ideas for what kind of pose and expression he should make for his photo. By the time it was ready, all were pretty surprised at the outcome. They all had to agree, it had turned out pretty GOOD. He'd struck a cool, savvy pose, and flashed a devious, killer grin. Despite how bad usual photos made him look, this one for once, had edge and near perfection. He figured it'd come out so good, because it was for something important (special). His legal ID! That WAS pretty awesome... When he told the others of his plans for later, they all hooted and cheered him on, saying that he'd better tell them ALL about it later. He said he would, sure as hell, for he thought he'd sure as hell have something to brag/talk about...
That evening, at about nine, Bullseye was setting out. He'd had a pretty good day so far, and couldn't wait to get out there that night, in the bars and clubs. He'd promised Aunt Mellie, that he'd be back home at twelve, at the latest. Three hours surely sounded good enough, they agreed. But as he left, Buckthorne winked at him, and said, "Bet ya three mobuims we'll be seeing you at ONE, bro." His warthog friend just laughed. After wandering the streets for a bit, Bullseye came across a joint that quite a few people seemed to be going to. It was a pretty big place, and a couple stories high. The bright, blazing, lit up sign read "The Torra's Toss 'N Torn Tavern". *Hey, this looks pretty wicked!* he thought. So he went right on in.
Like he'd seen from the outside, the place WAS big. Pretty roomy, but then again, with all the people still coming in, it was obviously going to fill up. It was pretty impressive, with all that space, there was room for all the things it had in it. There were lots of tables, couches and stuff, where you could just sit, lounge, have a drink, and chat with friends, there was a large and expensive sound system, and a dance floor, to get your groove on, pool tables and dartboards, and of course, the bar in the back, which was long and enormous. Having never seen such a place, Bullseye was amazed at it all. At first, he didn't go and order something, he wanted to look around, wander the place, check it out. He was so caught up in it all, nothing seemed to bother him. He seemed to be only noticing the sweet stuff. He couldn't believe his luck when he saw some beautiful girls looking, and even a few of them smiled at him! He felt pretty good, there. Like a true stud, steed, player, ladies man, that kinda thing. But then, after sometime, Bullseye had scoped the whole joint, and he was now kinda bored, to his surprise. Lots of people were out dancing on the floor, and he didn't really want to follow suit, as he didn't know how to dance. He didn't want to ask if he could join any groups, who were using the pool tables and dartboards, for a match, he'd feel stupid, loserly, and desperate. And he certainly didn't want to talk to any of the gorgeous girls, he was WAY too shy for that kind of thing. He'd never be able to work up to nerve or confidence. Amidst these thoughts, Bullseye cringed, slightly. Was it just him, or was the music was getting a little too loud? At least for HIS liking... And just then, some person walking nearby, sent a puff of smoke from their cigarette, his way. The intoxicating fumes made him cough and gag, in disgust. He tried to squeeze through the crowd, to the long winding table, around the bar. With a sigh, he dropped into a chair. He couldn't believe what a time he was having. This place now SUCKED big time. It was loud, crowded, airtight, and despite how many people were in it, it felt lonely. If only he'd had one of his friends there, maybe it wouldn't've been near so bad... But he was on his own, until they were legally old enough. Bummed out, Bullseye leaned on his elbow, breathing outloud. He was starting to consider perhaps leaving... But then he thought, *Wait a sec? Leave NOW?? It hasn't even been an hour! What a big wuss you're being!* So Bullseye decided, that he'd stay, and have a drink or two.. and by the time the hour was over, if things weren't any better, THEN he'd go home... *Sounds like a plan* he thought to himself, nodding. He looked to see where the bartender was. Just as he was about to call out, someone appeared before him. "-Hey kid, can I get you anything?" He saw a large male caracal, with a black and white shirt, who looked about in his early twenties. "-Uhh, yeah, sure!" "What would you like, then?" For a second, Bullseye didn't know what to say. *What do I want??* He didn't know... he'd never had any alcoholic drinks before, didn't know the names, or whatever... So he said the first thing he could think of. "-Um, could I get some water?" *WATER??* he screamed, in his head. *You ask for WATER, in a BAR??* He couldn't believe himself. But luckily for the embarrassed young warthog, the bartender didn't bat an eye. "-Sure thing, kid." The caracal ducked down, out of sight. Bullseye was glad for the moment to recover. A few seconds later, the bartender appeared again, with some bottled water. "-Would you like this in the bottle, or you wanna a glass?" "-Sure, glass would be great," answered Bullseye. The caracal slid him a glass. "Here ya go." "-Thanks," the warthog said, and the bartender was gone. Bullseye poured himself a cup, and chugged it down. He felt like such an ass. What an idiot he must look like, he thought. This whole night seemed to be turning into a disappointment. *Happy Birthday to me* he thought, with a sarcastic tone. He looked at the clock. Quarter to ten. He'd came here at about nine. *Thank God! Just last fifteen more minutes, then I'll get the hell outta here!* Or so he thought....
Just a few minutes later, Bullseye was still sipping on his water, when out of nowhere, someone accidentally bumped into him, causing him to nearly spill the glass. "-Oh geez!" I'm sorry!" he and the other person started to say... but they stopped as soon as they caught a look at each other. Bullseye couldn't believe his eyes at what he saw. Before him, was a VERY attractive young female hyena. She had a gorgeous, slender body, with lovely spotted fur, wearing a tiny midriff tank top, and the shortest mini skirt Bullseye'd ever seen... Which revealed even more of those long, sexy legs... *-Oh...my...GOD!* The warthog was desperately trying to keep control of his saliva (drooling), or have his jaw fall right off his face (or getting lockjaw). He tried to say something, but couldn't get anything out, except a few croaks of air. To his surprise, the female smiled at him. "-Well... aren't we too cute, to be all alone!" Bullseye thought he was hearing things. Finally he managed to get out, "-Uhhhmmm... excuse me?" She beamed even more. "-And even modest!" My, my... you ARE quite a catch, fella." To top it all off, she seemed to be moving closer to him, too... Bullseye felt tipsy. "-Erm... what?" Then the female hyena suddenly gave herself a swat in the face. "-Oh for crying out loud!" Where are my manners??" She offered him her hand, and in realizing what she was doing, Bullseye took it. "-Hi, my name is Candice Torra..." But you can call me 'Candy'." Bullseye shook her hand, still feeling rather nervous. "-Oh, that's... that's a pretty name." ...I... I'm Bullseye Warthogg... uumm... you can just call me Bullseye." *Stupid, stupid, stupid...* he chanted in his head. But Candy seemed delighted. "-Wow, Bullseye... that's quite an interesting name." You know, we're both pretty lucky with our names, eh?" They're something we can 'work from', hey?" she said, with a secret meaningful look. Bullseye turned red, and gulped, "-Oh yeah... that's... 'neat'." He wished he could think of something intelligent to say to her... She didn't seem to mind though. "-So, I've never seen you around here before." What's your story?" *Talk!* Tell her you moron!* his mind told him. And for once, it finally registered... mostly. "-Oh!" Right... well see... I just got my ID, today... and-" Candy raised her eyebrows. "-Ah!" So we got a 'newbie' here, have we?" Well... let's see that ID then." Come on, don't be shy!" "-Well, okay then..." Bullseye pulled it out, and handed it to her. She stared at it for a second, then a huge grin crossed her lips. "-Wow... it's rare a picture does anyone some justice!" But this one... I must say, you look good." I like the pose!" Bullseye felt his face grow hotter. "-Uhhh.. thanks." Then it occurred to him that perhaps, he should ask her, her age. After all, now she knew what his age was, having looked at his card, he figured. "-Just wondering... could I... ask how old you are?" Candy nodded, "Yeah sure... I'm seventeen." Bullseye immediately freaked. His eyes went wide, and felt sick. "-Oh man!" I... I should go!" He started to turn to leave, but she grabbed him by the shoulder. "-Hey wait a sec!" What's the matter?" "-Umm... let's just say... I'm not your type!" "Oh really?" How?" Bullseye stammered, "-Well... see... you said you're seventeen." "-Yeeah." So?" "Don't you know how old I am?" Candy shook her head. "-Noo... you didn't tell me, did you?" Bullseye was a bit taken back. "You didn't look at year of birth on my ID?" "No... was I supposed to?" He gulped. "-See... it says '3191'... which means I'm fifteen... as of today." Candy looked at him. "-Oooh!" I see... THAT's why you were... panicking there, right?" "Well ya!" Doesn't it... gross you out?" She shrugged. "No, actually... I'm cool with that." Bullseye was shocked. "You ARE?" "Yeah!" Why, does it bother you?" "Oh!" Well... no, honestly, not really." But I thought YOU might be..." Candy just smiled. "Well, as I said, no I'm not... so no need to worry there, fella." Bullseye felt rather relieved to hear this. "-Oh." Well... that's relieving, I must say." "So... you still wanna hang out?" Or you really gotta go now?" Bullseye thought for a moment. He looked at the clock. It was now ten. He could leave if he wanted... but did he? He looked back at Candy. One look was all he need. *Heeell no!* "-No way, I'm free as a bird!" said Bullseye. "You wanna hang out, well sure thing!" I'm in!" She seemed quite pleased to hear this. "Great!" I was hoping you'd stay!" Well, if you're gonna, then come with me!" She took his hand and steered him in.
They went to another side of the bar, still in the long table around. Candy called out. "-Hey Donavan!" That brought the bartender from before, coming over to them. He smiled when he saw Candy. "Hey Candy!" What's up, girl?" Candy grinned, "Oh, just enjoying my off-work hours!" Here, I've got a 'new friend' for you to meet!" She pulled Bullseye over. "This is Bullseye!" And Bullseye, this is my cousin, Donavan." He owns this joint... with ME of course." Bullseye, feeling uncomfortable, shook Donavan's hand. "Er, hi... we've met before... when I ordered my drink." Donavan gave a smirk. "Oh yeah... I remember you." The... the 'water'boy!" he remembered, snapping his fingers. Bullseye's mouth fell. *Awww crap!* he thought. *Now she's gonna think I'm a total wuss!* He tried to shrug this off. He laughed outloud, uneasily. "-Erm, what was that?" 'Water'boy?" I'm sorry... you must be mistaken." I didn't order WATER!" Donavan gave him a bit of a funny look. Then he realized what he was trying to pull, and said, "Oooh!" I get it!" He turned to Candy. "Yo Candy... looks like we gotta another one covering up to try and impress ya!" He gave her a jestful wink. She looked at Bullseye. "Oh come on there, Bullseye... you don't need to do that!" I don't mind if ya like water!" We're all different, right?" He nodded agreeingly, as she continued, "Just wondering though... if you like water better, than why you come around to a 'bar' then?" No offense or anything." Bullseye swallowed. "-Well... it's not like I don't LIKE alcohol or anything... it's just... see... I WOULD've asked for one... except I don't really.. know any names of them, or whatnot." "-Ooooh!" That's why... now I get it!" Well, that's no big deal!" Me and Donavan got that covered!" Believe me, we know practically EVERY alcoholic beverage out there..." Bullseye felt the tension loosen. "-Oh... well, that's a relief." Candy gave him a squeeze on the shoulder. "-Yeah no prob!" I'll pick ya a nice easy one to start out with..." Oh!" I got two in mind." Would you prefer a 'Mudslide' or an 'Irish Creme'?" Bullseye twisted his lip, considering the choice. "Uhhh... oh heck, YOU can call the shot," he offered. "Alright then... Donavan, why don't ya get him a Mudslide?" Oh wait!" Make that two... I'd like one myself." The caracal snapped his fingers again. "Sure thing, Candy, girl." I'll have 'em whipped up in a jiff!" Oh yeah, you two want 'em on the rocks?" "-Yup," said Candy, but Bullseye looked confused. "-Erm.. what?" Candy explained, "-He means you want ice with that." 'On the rocks', it's just a little expression." "-Oh!" In that case, sure," Bullseye agreed. Donavan nodded, "-Got it." And he was off. Bullseye looked to Candy. "-You said he was your 'cousin'?" She nodded. "-Yeah." Why?" He uneasily scratched the back of his neck. "-Well... it's just... he's a... caracal... and you're a... hyena." Right?" Candy got it. "-Oh!" You mean... ah, I see." Bullseye nodded. "-Yeah, pretty much." I just... don't quite get the connection." "It's pretty simple mistake, no worries," she assured him. "See, his father was my mother's brother." They were both hyenas." It's his mother who was the caracal." Bullseye nodded, understandingly, "Ahh.. I get it now." Thanks... I'm sorry if I was-" Candy shook her head. "-Nah, that's ok." Lots of people ask us that... no sweat." *Whew!* Bullseye thought, with relief. He sure didn't wanna screw up with her... this thing seemed to be going along nicely... In a few minutes, Donavan was back with the drinks. "Here ya go... two Mudslides on the rocks." Knock yourselves out!" Candy giggled. "Will do, cuz!" She slid Bullseye's drink over to him. "-Have a hit, Bullseye." It's good stuff!" Bullseye picked his up. "-Alrighty... my first alcohol!" Bullseye grinned. "..Enjoy responsibly... not!" winked Candy, and they both clinked their glasses. Bullseye took a slow, swig. The taste was sweet, like a chocolate malt, with a strongness tinged into the mix. It was a new and interesting sensation. Made him feel kinda funny... but in a good way. Candy asked, "-So there... how is it?" Whatcha think?" Bullseye just gave a ditzy little grin, and replied, "-What can I say?" This shit's the SHIT!" They both had a good, cheesy laugh at that one. Candy thought to herself, *-Cute, young, and funny... this kid's on a roll!* Smiling to herself, her thoughts continued, *Just need to pass a few more little 'tests' and you're all mine, hunky hotness!*
After having a few, Bullseye felt a calmer and more comfortable sensation/atmosphere coming over him. He decided, *Hmmm... looks like gettin' 'boozed up' ain't so bad!* He and Candy were telling each other bizarre and humorous stories, and laughing with each other. Sure in truth it might've looked strange to anyone else, but they were enjoying it, quite fine. Finally, Candy gave a devious look, and said, "-Hey Bullseye... ya wanna dance?" Bullseye nearly snorted his drink, up his nostrils. "-Say what?" You've gotta be kidding me!" You don't wanna see me doing THAT!" Candy giggled. "And why NOT??" Bullseye shook his hands at her. "-Nuh uh, no how, no way!" I don't know how!" Plus if I tried, I can assure you, that the expression 'two left feet' would come into play!" The hyena went into a fit of giggles again. "-In that case, shake your little 'booty' out here!" I wanna see!" Bullseye protested, like a child, "Nooo!" I don't wanna!" Candy gave him a playful hit. "Too bad!" You're gonna!" I'm making ya!" She grabbed his hands, and pulled him up to his feet. Bullseye made a silly pouty face, and said, "Oh fine... ruin my rep and life for all I care!" Candy clapped her hands. "-Yay!" she squealed, giddily. And she dragged him out to the dance floor. "-Want some tips?" Just watch what some of the other guys are doing, and work it out!" Bullseye rolled his eyes. "-Alright." "And look at ME of course!" she winked. So Bullseye examined some of the moves other people were pulling off, and tried them out for himself. He wasn't that bad actually, he seemed to be getting into it nicely. Candy grinned. "Looks like you got potential, Bullsy!" Keep at it, and you'll be a natural in no time!" Other young studs'll be watching YOU soon!" Bullseye snickered. "-Yeah, sure." Just then he saw a guy dancing with his girlfriend, and noticed what they were doing, in particular. Unlike most of the others, those two were ALL over each other! Getting REALLY close up, and downright dirty. As the guy grabbed the girl in the behind, Bullseye pointed it out to Candy. "-Hey Candy!" How about I give THAT move a try!" he jested. Candy, who was working her own groove, laughed. "-Hah!" You wanna do THAT, do ya?" She waggled out her tongue. "Then you better earn it, fly boy!" Bullseye cocked an eyebrow. "Oh, you're on!"
And so, they continued to burn the floor for quite sometime. The only downside of it, was near the end, Candy's heel accidentally landed on Bullseye's foot at one point. "-Oh!" Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" she freaked, when Bullseye yelped out in pain. But he shook his head. "Naaah... I'm o... 'kay," he cringed, between words. Candy put his arm over her shoulder, and said, "-I think now might be a good time to have a breather... really I'm SO sorry." She helped him slightly limp over to a table. He shook his head again. "-No seriously, it's ok, Candy... I'm not hurt." *-Much... but then again, WHO cares!* At the moment, since he seemed to be in a pretty sweet deal, he really DIDN'T mind that much. They both plopped into chairs. "-Whew! Candy breathed. "-I hear ya!" Bullseye sighed out. "-All the same, thanks for begging me into it!" That was actually pretty fun!" Candy smiled. "Hey, no problem, that was fun for me too." Hold a sec, be right back." She went over to the bar, into the back, and grabbed some bottles. When she came back to Bullseye, he saw what they were. A confused look crossed his face. "What's with this??" Some kinda mean joke??" Candy howled with laughter at him. "-No!" Just a little good idea, for when you're drinking!" You should always have some water in between, so you don't get too drunk, and so that your brain doesn't lose too much oxygen or something." "Ooooh!" Bullseye realized. "I see." He caught a water bottle that she tossed at him. They both popped the tops off. Candy spoke, "Hey come on, a little toast!" Here's to you, for turning big fifteen, 'tenderfoot'!", as she gave his leg a nudge. Bullseye smirked at this newfound 'pet name' she found for him. "-'Tenderfoot'?" Heh... 'cute'." Well, whatever tickles YOUR fancy..!" Thanks again." And they clicked bottles. After taking a good long swig once or twice, Candy gave him a indescribable look... "-So... since it's your birthday and all... think I could get ya a... 'gift'?" Bullseye shrugged, "-Erm.. sure." But you don't really NEED to, I mean you just MET me, and I think most of the fun we've had tonight, is pretty nice enough!" Candy smiled. "-Yeah I know... but still... I'm a very 'generous' girl... I like making people happy." Also, since I DID step on your foot, I think I owe you something!" Bullseye finally, since she seemed to be very insistive, gave in. "Oh alright... if you want to THAT much." She seemed VERY pleased. "Good!" In that case-" She looked him in the eye. "-You wanna come upstairs?" Into my apartment?" Bullseye's eyebrows shot up. *WHAT did she say????* he thought, wildly. "-Umm... okay," he gulped. But in his head, the young warthog was thinking, *He shoots... he SCORES!!*