After a quick ten minutes of waiting in the filth of his living room, Nick came out of his room dressed in his usual get up, not seeming to mind the wrinkles and smells on his Alpha jacket he so righteously recouped from the hustler-bunny.

"Is this going to take long?" Judy asked, empty book bag hanging from her shoulders as her paws worked circles into her throbbing temples. At this rate, any longer with no food or pain medication, her hang over was going to have a long comfortable stay.

Nick replied cheerfully, opening the front door wide and taking his first whiff of outside air. His place was pretty muggy, after all. "Not to worry, fluff. Flash is the fastest guy in there. You need something done, he's on it." He was thankful his back was to her so that he didn't have to hide his humored expression.

Just as he stood at the foot of the door with his back facing her, Judy caught a glimpse of a green bike leaning against the cluttered furniture in the kitchen she could only assume was once a kitchen table. "Great. The faster, the better." She murmured, holding onto her book bag straps as she glanced over the heap of metal and then back to the fox admiring the sunshine. "Speaking of faster…"

Nick turned to look at her over his shoulder. "Mm?"

Once he looked, she had already reeled the large bike towards the door, her paws on the seat as she pushed it forward. His previously wagging tail now dropped low.

"Guessing by the size of this baby, I don't think it's your roommate's," the bunny managed a little smile, using a paw to pull out the bike's kickstand from the back wheel so it could stand on its own. A bit ungracefully, she hopped onto the seat, and suddenly appeared so small in comparison to it. She couldn't even reach the handlebars. "C'mon. We'll get there even faster on it. And I'll be out of your hair in no time."

He sighed. "Absolutely not." He admittedly did consider riding for a second, considering he never rode around on it anymore. But then he realized that campus dwellers would probably spot the two riding together and spread cringe-worthy rumors. The most compelling argument for his naysay, however, was the fact that he wanted to milk her hangover symptoms as much as he could. For entertainment purposes. Revenge.

Judy pouted as he returned the kickstand back to place with a foot and took a hold of the handlebars, wheeling the bike back to where she found it, bunny in tow.

"Now off. Your fat butt's gonna ruin my state-of-the-art bike cushion." Much to his delight, she hopped down with a huff, her lips pursed at his comment.

Yeah right. Some state-of-the-art bike he's got. The thing was half rusted and kinda dusty, each of its parts mismatching as if they were scraped together piece by piece. She was definitely disappointed on not being able to hitch a ride somehow, especially since her hop back to the tiled floor caused her head to throb.

"Sooo… where are we headed, exactly?" Judy asked as the fox let his guest exit the apartment first. He noticed the way she used her paws to massage the spots below her ears and smiled.

"We're going to the Student Accounts Office," the fox replied smoothly as he followed behind her, shutting the door once they both stood on the all-too elegant door mat.

"Wait… isn't the Student Accounts Office closed on weekends?" The bunny watched as he swiftly locked his apartment door, then give her a nod before they started towards the Elm street corner.

"Technically. But like I said, I've got connections." He winked, head held high in his casual strut. Once the two arrived at the cross walk, Judy paused at the sight of the red paw and flashing 'do not walk' signals. Nick, however, continued forward like he hadn't seen it, and she watched him dubiously as he took the lead. "Light's red," he sang obnoxiously as he left her behind. Despite her natural gut instinct to avoid becoming road kill, she glanced left and right before following quickly behind him.

"I really hope this doesn't take long. I've got a killer migraine and am just about ready to pass out on the pavement if I don't eat something soon," she muttered in admittance once she matched his stride. But he was well aware of her condition.

"Nooo worries, Carrots. Just count on me."

Along the way to campus they refrained from walking too close to one another, remaining a reasonable distance apart as they evenly paced. Both pairs of eyes mostly stared ahead although there were moments in which they glanced between one another while the other wasn't aware. Fortunately there was not much talking on the fifteen minute walk back, after all the back and forth banter they endured indoors. The silence would have been tense if not for the fox's easygoing composure along the way, which slightly reduced any previously predicted awkwardness for their journey.

Once on East Campus they approached a cylindrical concrete building, six stories tall with an elliptically shaped entrance framed in gold metal. Matching the theme, circular windows lined each floor. Very dark windows.

Nick led her along the side of the building, the two following its seemingly endless circumference until they approached the very back end. There the red fox slowed, approaching a fire exit discretely held open by a small rock. After briefly glancing around to make sure the coast was clear he kicked the stone away from its holding place, cracked the door wide, and waved his bunny companion to go in first. "Beast before beauty."

"Is this… are we trespassing?" Judy anxiously whispered, ignoring his taunt as she looked around her to assure that they weren't being watched. This is so, so wrong. Maybe even strike-worthy.

"Only if we get caught," he answered in a wise-ass tone, paws in his pockets as he leaned back against the opened door, one foot propped up against it so his knee jutted out. "Which seems like what you want to happen, with how you're just standing around. So c'mon, Carrot-cake. Hop in."

The bunny scowled at him as she walked in, her shoulder roughly brushing past his knee and nearly making him lose his balance, intentionally so.

"Touchy, touchy," he mocked quietly as he closed the door gently behind them, making sure to return the rock to its previous position. "First hangover's got you all grouchy, huh?"

She didn't respond, taking her time up the stairway as her sore legs strained to lift. Somehow, she managed, slightly impressed with herself. The first set of stairs didn't prove much of a challenge, but when she stood by the second floor's entry door, Nick shook his head at her. "Not our floor. Keep goin' up, fuzz."

Judy winced as she went up the next flight, her calves threatening to cramp. She grabbed for the third floor entrance only to flinch at the click of his tongue.

"Nooope. Wrong again, keep a'climbing." She released the handle with an almost painful whimper, to which his shoulders shook from a very constipated laugh he refused to let out.

Her face twisted into a grimace as she continued to ascend, not wanting to reveal to the fox behind her just how truly challenging the three flights of stairs were while she was hungover. She was usually athletic enough to withstand a decent number of flights before really getting exhausted, thanks to her time on the Burrow High track team, but even her history of running track couldn't prepare her for this special piece of hell. Three flights became four, then five.

On the sixth, she was noticeably trembling from the physical exertion. Nick watched her intently, admittedly prepared to catch her if he absolutely had to, but enjoyed the sight of her struggle like karma had just done him a favor. Maybe he enjoyed the sight of her quivering tail and sashaying little ass just as much as he liked seeing how she unconvincingly bluffed her stamina. "Getting a little shaky there?" He taunted smoothly once they approached the final floor, his voice echoing throughout the chamber.

Judy gripped onto the rail, the only thing supporting her weight at the very top step as she caught her breath, her head pounding in tandem with her heart. "Not sure… what you mean, Slick," she replied disingenuously.

As he took his sweet time to arrive to the top she used the opportunity to muster up some of her remaining strength. The worst is over. It's allll smooth sailing from here on out.

"Okie dokes, looks like we made it." Nick spoke as he waltzed past her and held the door open, letting her hobble first into the hallway. She peered down the dark hall with hesitance, a ringing silence in the air. It wasn't completely dark; interspersed windows along the corridor managed to bring sunlight into some areas, whereas the spaces between remained shrouded.

The fox took the lead and Judy followed suit, hiding a bit of a limp as she went. Thankfully the tightening muscle in her left calf spared her once they stopped at an office space branching out from the hallway, a cubicle surprisingly lit and operating unlike any of the adjacent ones.

Nick approached the front desk occupied by a hunched over employee she couldn't see quite well. He rang the desk bell, getting the mammal's attention as he leisurely sat upright. Judy's eyes widened at the sight of him, an artery at her temple feeling as if it were just about to burst in her realization.

His connection… is a sloth!?

The Alpha gave the sloth behind the desk a grin. "Flash, Flash, hundred yard dash! Buddy, it's nice to see ya. Thanks for meetin' me here so last minute. You have a funny way of getting to places fast."

Flash regarded his friend with a gradual smile. "Nice to... see you... too."

Nick saw the look of disbelief on Judy's face within his peripheral vision. He reveled the way her nose twitched in that undeniably adorable way. "I'd love you to meet my friend..." He leaned against the desk, supporting an elbow onto it without breaking eye contact with the desk mammal. "Uh, darling, I've forgotten your name."

The bunny tossed him a transient look of disdain, deciding to bite her tongue. "Mmmm." She hummed in a sarcastically sweet manner before smiling politely up at the sloth. "I'm Judy Hopps, Hornstein bunny. Nice to meet ya. How are you?"

Flash looked down at her, his eyes lidded for a moment before he blinked agonizingly slow. "I am... doing..."

Judy's polite smile dropped, much to an observant fox's pleasure.

"…just..."

Her paws gripped the counter, the rabbit now tippy-toeing as she found her patience starting to wear thin. "Fine?"

"...as well... as... I can... be."

"Great to hear, buddy." Nick smirked, wholly amused at the bunny gripping the front counter like it was what was left of her sanity. "You remember what I asked you to do for us, right?"

Flash turned to Nick, so painfully slow his chair creaked for a solid ten seconds. "You wanted..."

Judy's expression theatrically shifted, her eyes widening as she strenuously listened to the sloth without giving in to her desire to interrupt or groan.

"… me…to…"

You've got to be kidding me.

"Get us a fake ID," she abruptly chirped, filling in the rest for him in mid-sentence.

The sloth persisted nonetheless. "...get you...a…"

"Fake ID," the rabbit gasped desperately, sinking from her tippy toes, face cringing and ears low.

"Haha-hang in there," Nick advised in half a chuckle, his tail wagging slow in his entertainment.

"…counterfeit…"

Judy groaned softly, tempted to let her forehead knock against the edge of the counter.

"…identification…card."

The fox nodded towards the student employee. "Yup, that's right. My friend here wants one." It took a lot of willpower to say the words without busting into a fit of unrestrained laughter.

"Can I… have… your…"

"My real ID?" Judy finished, fishing the requested documentation out and slamming it on the desk before Flash could end his question. "Here, please, I'm really in a hurry."

As Flash took his sweet time to reach for the card with his long set of claws, Nick scrutinized the photo on her authentic ID card: a younger version of Judy no doubt, smiling wide with thick-rimmed glasses on. Looking absolutely dorky. "You wear glasses?" He asked as if the notion was absurd, and the rabbit exhaled low.

"Used to." It was true, her natural eyesight wasn't the best, and she was thankful to upgrade to contact lenses to spare her from her peers' unreasonable judgements.

"Huh," was all he thoughtfully replied, much to Judy's relief that he didn't tease her about it.

Just as Flash took up the card in his claws, he began to turn in his seat towards the scanner to his left. Nick took the opportunity to flash Judy a quick smile, one she noted as untrustworthy, before he leaned forward over the desk, his arms crossed on the counter beneath his chest.

"Hey Flash, wanna hear a joke?"

.o0o.

After a pain-staking three hours and a terrible joke later, the sloth managed to print out a new ID card on sturdy plastic for Judy, which bared the same questionably young photo despite the altered date of birth that suggested she was 24 years old.

Judy took up the laminated card and thanked the sloth for doing her the favor before independently speeding out of the office space into the hallway.

"It's over," she sighed in relief, giving the card a good scrutinizing by the light of a circular window before stuffing it into her wallet behind her real ID. She noticed the slight blur of the printer ink on some of the words, a lack of a hologram, and most importantly, the outdated format of the card despite how new it looked. But to the untrained eye it might just get her past security. At least she hoped it would.

Meanwhile, Nick slid a single crisp hundred dollar bill over to the sloth, keeping the other bill smugly for himself. "Way to hustle bud. I love ya, I owe ya!" He pointed a quick pair of finger guns at his friend before splitting, stepping into the hallway to join his feisty companion standing near a hallway window. "That wasn't too bad, right?" He asked sarcastically.

Judy stomped one of her feet down, a motion she somewhat regretted from the rush of pain it brought. "You said this was gonna be quick!"

He breathed a laugh, walking towards the other end of the hallway opposite to where they entered. "What, are you saying that because he's a sloth he can't be fast?" The bunny followed him questionably, her ears low as she shot figurative daggers into his back through her eyes. "I thought in Zootopia anyone could be anything."

She would have verbally lashed at him if it were not for her stomach robbing her attention, the organ grumbling so strongly it made her mouth dry and throat tighten. It competed with her migraine, so forceful and evident now that she noticeably flinched each time her head throbbed.

According to her sense of hearing, the fox stopped short in his stride within a shadowy part of the hall. She paused next to him, straining to see why he stilled in his tracks.

Click. Then a whirring sound.

Within seconds, a set of elevator doors opened, the light within illuminating each of their faces.

Judy's paws fell out of her sweater pockets out of delirious awe at the very sight, her left eye twitching.

"Oh yeah. Whoops." Nick cackled softly, stepping in. "Forgot to tell you about the elevator."

.o0o.

After the rather eventful afternoon with a very sore rabbit, the fox spent the rest of his Saturday evening preparing for his well anticipated hot date.

That meant a decent grooming job, his traditional get up with his Alpha jacket, and a musk-accentuating cologne that would (hopefully) hide the scent of bunny still lingering on the deep red material. A couple shots of Furball Whiskey also did the trick to make him more lax. Lax, or in other words, high-functioningly drunk.

Once all that was done he was golden.

Nick casually admired his form in a full length mirror, giving himself a tipsy smooch. "Heya good lookin'... come around here often?"

Finnick, who was currently invested in making a new remix track on his laptop, sputtered a laugh when he glanced over at his flat mate making ridiculous puckering faces in the mirror towards his reflection. "Dude, you are such an ass."

Nick regarded his friend over his shoulder with a pout and then casually shrugged. "So I'm an ass for appreciating what Mother Nature gave me?" He asked while he smoothed down russet fur around his jawline and adjusted his folded white collar. "Then so be it. I'm an ass." He opened his mouth, checking the sharp incisors to assure he hadn't gotten any leftover turkey in them. "A big one."

Fin sipped his beer can from a bent pink straw, pulling his headphones playing quiet music off his large ears. "Hah. An ass getting some ass tonight, amirite?" He chuckled low.

The larger fox chuckled with him. "Hell yeah. If tonight all goes to plan… Which it indubitably will."

The fennec fox rolled his eyes amusingly at his overly confident flat mate. "Bro, it always goes to plan with you. I've lost count on how many girls I've heard giggling from our backyard or in your bedroom." There was no hint of jealousy in his voice, the statement really serving as blunt commentary. "You wanna share your secret to gettin' the ladies or what?"

Giving his backside a gander, Nick looked down over his shoulder into the mirror and watched his fluffed tail swish slowly behind him. "Not sure what to tell ya. It's a gift."

Finnick clicked his tongue sarcastically. "What's a gift?"

Nick grinned wickedly. "My dick. Duuuh."

The fennec fox shook his head, slipping his headphones back on. "Duuuh nuthin.' Your dick ain't nuthin' special."

Nick choked on a laugh. "Says you, but the ladies disagree." He hummed. "I guess I'm just a lucky fox."

Lucky indeed. The self-absorbed predator was currently talking to two girls at once: a white-tailed deer named Gale and a white furred vixen named Liz, but he was admittedly already getting bored of them. They were transparently shallow girls, attention seekers really, and genuinely couldn't carry a decent conversation without gossiping about someone he could care less about. Neither of them were much of an upgrade since his last fling with a clingy lynx with passive aggressive tendencies.

Funny thing was, he was sort of rekindling the flame with said lynx via text, unbeknownst to the two other girls who also knew nothing about one another. So he was technically talking to three girls simultaneously. Nothing I can't handle.

"Wait. Didn't you tell me you made out with someone at The Jungle?" Nick arched a brow over at his flat mate sipping on some ramen broth out of a bowl.

The lynx's name was Maveen. Mav for short. She was probably the most accomplished of all his previous love interests, since she managed to stay involved with him for at least a whole two months' time.

Finnick cleared his throat. "Yeah. Some cute sheep. That was fun. But I lost her somewhere in that fuckin' mess. Didn't even get her number," he grumbled low. "No big deal."

Although Maveen may had been his most accomplished love interest time-wise, it was such an insignificant thing that set her apart from his other bland romantic pursuits. She didn't even date him for two months consecutively, no. The two months were just an estimation of days totaled together since his freshman year, days interspersed since then and now. Days practically forgotten by the red fox.

Once in a while she'd rear her slightly spotted, brown head at a convenient time—when Nick was alone and brooding over his low rank in the frat. But now that he was no longer a 'nobody' and had the overwhelming attention of a larger population of girls, there wasn't really a reason for him to entertain Mav further. He only did so now because he was admittedly growing bored again with Liz and Gale.

"I'm sure you'll find your wonder-lamb again," Nick assured as he walked to the back door of the flat and vertically slid the glass wide open.

Fin slurped up some noodles. "Ha. Fat chance."

Tonight he arranged his usual flattery dinner. Nothing at all fancy, just a cheap tent he got at a convenience store hoisted up in his apartment's scanty backyard, a yard shared by all the 505 building occupants. The yard, if it could even be called that since it lacked any actual grass or shrubbery, was small and contained between rows of apartments that robbed them of any true privacy. The space also endured sounds of traffic, music from neighbors, and loud pedestrians since it resided just a few yards away from the bustling city streets.

Within the tent he supplied an impressive supply of alcohol, pizza, and pillows for 'rolling around' with his expected guest. They were couch pillows, in case the brunt of hardened soil wouldn't be comfortable to recline on.

Tonight's flattery dinner was not for the lynx, the one guest that had visited the dingy tent all too many times before.

Today it was Liz that would hopefully be spending her night with the fox, a stunning pearl white vixen with golden eyes and a kind smile. She was somewhat dimwitted, never truly understanding his jokes and usually forcing a bored laugh whenever they chatted, the reason why he much preferred to be lip locked with her most of the time.

That's just how it went between the kind of girls he was into, and he didn't think that dynamic would change up any time soon.

By 10:00 pm she knocked on the flat's front door, and he raced back into the apartment complex to let her in.

"Hey," came Liz's cool greeting, cool as ice, as she looked over his body first and then met his eyes.

"Hey." Nick replied in his best nonchalant tone, stepping forward and taking her by the waist for a quick peck on the lips. She wore an opaque pink bralette and black shorts, white fur exposed between the materials in every right way. What a sight.

Wasn't long before she took his paw in hers and led them into the abode and through the back doors, both outside again in the nearly grass-less community yard. He didn't even bother to close the front door, being so distracted with the sway of her fluffy white tail.

She slithered into the tent with him, paw in paw as they comforted themselves against the slew of pillows.

In their current silence, Nick filled a champagne glass full of ice and liquor. A glass he had kindly offered to the vixen, a glass she accepted, but had set aside in order to address the fox by suddenly snaking her arms over his shoulders. With a drunken smile on his muzzle he drew her against him, letting her sit on his lap.

"Sooo," she gave a giggle as the fox sniffed along her collarbone quietly. "How was that big party the seniors threw last night? Heard it was chaotic."

Ugh, small talk.

Nick shrugged against her. "It was my first time going, not much to see really," he brushed it off in an attempt to seem mature, currently distracted with her outfit. "Definitely way too hyped up."

"Shocker. Everyone said it was great until it got busted." Liz hummed as he neglected to listen, slipping down one of her bralette straps with a smirk, but she protested with a quiet laugh and lifted the string back over her shoulder. No fun.

Nick took up the glass sitting beside them, eyeing her legs. Beautiful girl, no doubt, but he needed more… mental substance. "You said everyone called it great?

Liz blinked. "Uh, yeah."

Nick met her golden eyes with his suddenly serious emerald pair. "Define great." Quiz time. Does she know how to express herself intelligently?

"Well, um," she paused to think, if he could even call it that, glancing down at her wrist watch like she dreaded replying. "Just, y'know… dancing. Ahem. So did you…?"

No, no she does not. He stroked her exposed back with a clawed thumb and refrained making any sarcastic remarks to her unsatisfactory one word answer. "Did I dance? Yes, yes I did." He was suddenly reminded of the provocative dance he shared with a handful of other senior girls. Something he probably shouldn't have thought about, because it was pretty distracting.

"Oh?" Her tail swished slowly. Almost like a metronome. Tick, tick, tick.

"Yeah, but anyways I'd like to say that frat parties are a lot more fu—"

Suddenly the small tent was torn up like a tree from its roots from around them, the shelter thrown a ways down the back yard.

Before Nick could adequately react, Liz scrambled away, and all he could sense was a harsh downpour of ragged ice.

Lots and lots of ice, coming down heavily at painful speeds all over him. The solid impact of the frigid currents made him shield his wincing face in a sudden attempt to fend off the attack, but the weights of ice kept pelting down over him nonstop. "Fuck-ing stop!"

And it eventually did. Someone stood over him, breathless. Several someones.

Looking up and shivering in his now soaked apparel, he recognized the curvy nd scantily dressed figures standing over him.

Mav. Gale. Liz.

Each, whom in fact, were fuming mad.

Nick smiled nervously. "Laaaadieees. Wow, you all look undoubtedly gorgeous tonight. Are we having a sleepover?"

"Cut the crap, Nick," Liz hissed, picking up a tiny piece of ice and throwing it against his chest. His smile dropped flat.

"You really thought you could simultaneously date three upper class mammals without each of us finding out?" Spat the tallest one of them in a British accent, Gale to be precise, who held the dripping trash-size bucket high above her antlers directly over him. Thankfully it was empty, or by the look on Gale's face, that wouldn't have been the last of the raining ice she'd be willing to chuck.

"Dating is a strong word," he drunkenly trailed off with a crack of an irresistible grin, trembling as the night wind chilled him beyond his tolerable limits. "Really just, ah, playing the field if you will..."

Liz growled, her white fur previously tame and soft now looking frazzled with unrestrained anger. "You told each of us that we were the only girl you were speaking to. Loyal to. The only one." She stomped. "You liar!"

"Well, in my defense ladies, it's hard to tell you all apart," he weakly snorted. "You're all underwhelming pieces of work, lemme tell ya." Nick should've bit his tongue and let them just gain their rightful vengeance for the sake of getting it over with, but his thoughtless words earned him another bucket-full of ice, this time its contents felt much much colder. An ice bucket shaken over him by Mav the lynx herself.

The mastermind behind his date hijack, no doubt.

"I see it clear as day now, Wilde. You are, and always have been, such a piece of shit." She tried to throw the emptied trash can at him but he deflected it, making it bounce along the lawn into a slow roll, making her grunt. "Always the same games. No commitment, no promise-keeping. Just playing us like we're… like we're idiots or something!" She growled, kicking the bucket aside, the movement making Nick duck just in case.

His teeth were rattling at this point. Is that salt I taste? From salted ice? Oh, now he was pissed. "Then I guess you're right." Wasn't that was girls liked to hear, anyway? "You are a bunch of idiots."

Mav backed away once he stood onto his hind legs, now taller than most of them except for Gale.

With all of his gusto and publicity he swore he was intimidating. But the pearl white vixen disproved that by tugging his damp jeans down to his ankles in a swift motion, completely catching him off guard.

With pants around his ankles the three gawked at him before busting into unanimous laughter. He swore aloud, pulling them right back up to his waist as fast as he could.

"Looks like your personality is making up for something, eh?" Gale breathlessly spoke between giggles, hooves on her stomach.

"Smaller than I remember it feeling, unless you're skilled at stuffing your boxers!" the tawny lynx wheezed.

"What even was that?" Liz breathed before inspiring another chorus of laughs.

Nick felt a burning sensation underneath his fur, the hair on his neck and chest standing on end in a mixture of humiliation and fury.

What does she mean, 'what even was that?' Didn't they recognize a fox's sheath when they saw one?

Ice didn't do his groin's otherwise impressive appearance any favors, either.

"By the way, I've been screwing a senior the entire time I was seeing you. But no hard feelings, right?" Mav taunted in a way that was intended to wound him, but Nick only grunted in response to the lingering body-rocking ice burn they had subjected him to.

"Don't you ever talk to us. Again." Seethed another one of them, but Nick was too busy wiping the salty residues from his eyes with damp paws to see who said it. His very vision blurred with anger.

In the darkness of the night, the three girls left him there, each turning their backs and marching off in angry struts through the house and out the front door towards the street.

The red fox didn't remain for long, just enough to lament over at the soaked tent, pillows, and pizza. They didn't even spare the pizza, the fucking savages.

Maybe if he wasn't painfully cold and completely embarrassed from the manhood-teasing, he would have somehow appreciated the notion of girls uniting for a just cause. For once, each of them showed an appreciative side of themselves, a side that revealed some actual character. Thanks to him. Bravo.

"Wilde got dumped hard!" Came a distant call from his neighbor, Pronk, obnoxiously reveling in the events he had clearly been eavesdropping on like it was some kind of free soap opera. It made Nick's ears drop lower than they had been previously, an annoyed scowl possessing his face.

"Oooh, brutal! Fox wasn't sneaky enough." Bucky responded much to the fox's displeasure. "Poor guy must feel like a failure!"

"Sure got what was comin' to him!"

Nick growled low, his paws balling into fists.

Gotta admit I fully deserved it… all of it, he thought to himself bitterly as he stubbornly abandoned all his soaked stuff and marched inside his apartment. But salted ice? Holy fuck, those girls are rabid.

On his shameful trot back into the house he realized that the only way Mav or the other two would have known about one another was if someone on the outside told them. He did hear that a few of the seniors were gossiping about his suggestively explicit dance with several girls at The Jungle. Maybe girls take gossip as unquestionable truth, he reasoned, and somehow discovered one another through the grapevine and allied together… in the course of just 24 hours.

Holy shit, did rumors spread like wildfire.

Finnick, who apparently seemed like he cared less that a gang of girls had sped in and out of the flat, glanced slowly up from his laptop to regard the sopping wet fox that came in from the kitchen back door. "Uh—"

Nick raised a paw at him. "Don't. You. Say. A word."

The fennec fox only watched curiously before the fox hauled off to his room and slammed the door. Fin shook his head amusingly, imagining what cruel hell must have been unleashed upon him out back. A piece of hell that must've been a long time coming.

Always diggin' his own damn graves.


A/N:

Yay for early chapters! :D I never let one character get away with something for too long. Nick def had it coming.

Thanks for giving this story a read! Maybe I'll still post the next chapter by Friday... or not. Tell me if I should, hahah! Til' next time.