This, is going to be a night...of something I don't know...

So there Nick sat on a bar stool swirling his drink in one hand while scrolling down his contacts trying to find someone available who would be more than willing to be his best man for a little occasion out on Sahara Square. Someone who was not on a diet, someone who wouldn't crush his limbs when doing any drunk rough housing, and someone who most certainly wouldn't intimidate him throughout the whole night cause he was at the top of the food chain still when it came to dominate canine species and Nick had no desire to repeat that accident again.

Sighing he turned off his phone and glanced down at his glass of alcohol. He'd ordered a martini just because; it was a sweet martini with the flavors of watermelon and a hint of what he was sure was strawberry and - some (marshmallow flavored vodka). It had been half priced an he was still scraping up all his money together to pay off his rent an so the vulpine figured it'd make sense if he was gonna go party by himself drunk as fuck he was gonna do it solo like back in the old days when he was a young troublemaker with no real ethical goals and just looking for a good excuse to party. Glancing at his phone again he wondered briefly if he should've asked or pleaded, yeah like he'd ever do that, with Judy to see if he could go with her.

And he could damn well do that if he still felt like. His species was designed to track rabbits and Nick knew Judy's scent all too well...at least he thought he did, but when he really put more thought into it - he didn't know what type of perfume she'd sprayed on herself, and he hadn't even asked her where she was going. Which meant he was stuck sipping on a martini while she was probably having the time of her life. The strobe lights weren't helping much and neither was the thumping of the bass that made his ears feel sore. His hearing was nothing compared to Judy's and certainly not as sensitive but it still hurt like fuck. Uncoordinated music slithered through the air in rapid waves as mammals of all species, prey and predator alike, clashed together on the dance floor either grinding against each other or so far gone they had no idea what they were doing in the first place. Or they were stoned either way he wasn't making any sudden moves towards the dance party going on behind him.

And besides, he'd always felt like a orange pumpkin on the dance floor. His body was stiff and while flexible he'd never imagined himself as the type to freely move about when all eyes suddenly averted to you an you alone. Nick was not going to have any of it; especially tonight.

Which was probably why the room began to become disoriented an out of place. The bartender, a barbary lion, looked like a mirage in a desert and every mammal that walked pass by looked like they were floating on thin air. He raised his hand like a student eager to answer a teacher's question an asked for another shot - on the house.

...And then downed it in 58 seconds or less. Which was a hefty record in his book.

I guess I'll scratch that off my bucket list as well, he thought bemusedly.

Slowly, he stretched and grabbed another shot from off the table from which he ordered. This time it tasted like..mango and - pine..apple? The fox wasn't entirely sure but he was pretty damn sure he'd just wasted his time drinking this shot. Not that it mattered since he was already wasting his time as it was. The room lurched and he could've sworn he was being thrown an pivoted through the air. He wasn't sure.

He wasn't sure about a lot of things tonight.

He couldn't wrap his head around why Judy would be so nervous to tell him something as simple as 'I'm going out with friends'. It just didn't add up. Heck, maybe she'd been lying and was now well on her way to a date-

No..that would be stupid.

He shook his head and tried to collect his thoughts. Or what was left of them.

He'd ordered for another shot; this time some freshly brewed Irish Coffee, filled happily with caffeine, alcohol, and lots of whipped cream layered on the top. Oh, and sprinkled in sweet cinnamon. He inhaled the scents and dug in, or rather sipped the white cream off the top before tilting his head back to down a slurp. It warmed his parched throat layered in nothing but heavy beverages. Like said, Nick had not made any promises about drinking heavily an therefore, was drinking heavily. This was his first light drink and felt wonderful. It felt like a weight was being lifted from his shoulders.

He tilted his head back again, one time for how confused and lost he felt.

Another one, for a toast to loneliness and all the empty space it carried just for him and him alone. Maybe he'd be his best man for tonight.

Another gulp that burned the back of his throat just because.

And another.

An another.

An one more.

Just one more sho -

"Sir?"

Nick snapped out of his shot inducing trance and looked up to see the barbary lion was back again towering over him but trying not to by leaning close, peering anxiously at the red vulpine. Nick sheepishly smiled and set his half empty shot glass back on the table - or at least he thought it was the table before he heard the tell-tale signs of glass shattering into a million pieces. He glanced down, the room tilting like the leaning tower of Pisa from the sudden action, and stared blankly at the small, sharp mess he'd made on the linoleum floor.

The bartender winced.

Nick looked back up and gave a lopsided smile, or a smirk, either way it was lopsided, "Guess I got a bit carried away, huh?"

"You don't say..." Muttered the lion as he puffed out a sigh an went back to towering over Nick once more. He pointed a finger to him, "You sir," He said with a deep baritone voice and jutted his thumb behind him, "Need to leave, before you hurt yourself."

-BREAKLINE-

Too late, Nick thought smugly as he stumbled onto the concrete and inhaled the insufferable fumes of car exhaust, fast food joints, vodka, and what he could only assume to be throw up.

Or was..that his?..Did he throw up at all during the time he left the bar? He couldn't remember - at all...

He was walking down the sidewalk, occasionally having to find his ground to keep himself from tilting and unbalancing himself. He got the occasional 'what the fuck is wrong with you?' looks from busy bodies. And the one occasion of a someone stopping to ask him if he needed a ride home. But he would kindly recline the offer and continue on his way. The ground spinning and tumbling, twisting an turning.

Gasping, Nick stopped next to a bench that just so happened to conveniently be near him to a degree of where he didn't have to move a lot an make the spinning worse. He sat down heavily and messaged both of his temples to staple the headache that was slowly pounding in the back of his skull and keep it in its place.

"I took it way further than I thought..." Nick muttered lightly under his breath. Should've kept his promise..

Exhaling deeply, he cupped his snout in his hands and kept still, not daring to move for fear of awakening the already heavy headache. Once again, the rational side of him was squealing an running in a circle holding the same neon sign screeching practically in his ear,'Call her you dimwit, CALL HER!'.

"Uuugghh..." He fumbled for his phone in his side pocket before reaching for it in his left pocket only to discover it wasn't there either. Shit, he thought panicking as he patted every inch of his body without trying to make it seem awkward as he did so. He made another pat against his chest and breast pocket and briefly felt his pads slap hard surface. Smiling with glee, he reached in an pulled out his phone, turning it on and dialing down the brightness settings so his eyes wouldn't sting like they already did - and also so he could keep down the headache that was really trying to make its presence known to the

rest of his skull.

He unlocked the screen and went straight to contacts passing by all other names and numbers as they were of no use to him. He was more concerned about getting home safely even though he knew Judy would kick his ass when she found out he had been heavily drinking the whole night; and that he had not taken no more than two shots of alcohol. All in all he was a mess and Judy was his broom and dust pan, ready to sweep up his petty, childish, mistakes and dump them in his already to full bin filled to the brim with mistakes and wrong choices and regrets.

Static crackled on the other line, loud and ringing in his ear causing his already still sore eardrums to throb. But, still determined to face the scolding head on, Nick sat there on the bench waiting for his partner's onslaught of insults an colorful words as he explained what happened. He sat there an waited for a whole minute calling back about three times after deciding not to leave any voicemails for her.

He mentally slapped himself. Of course she wasn't going to answer, she was out partying with friends and having the time of her life. And he was sitting on a bench in the dead of night with only a few pedestrians passing by. He was all alone on a bench; he didn't have his badge, didn't have any police paraphernalia of weapons that he could use to fend for himself, and he didn't even have a radio to call for help or back if he were to get into any situation.

And once again, the audience questions how the fuck he got into the police academy and graduated...at all.

"Don't do anything stupid"

"I always do"

Smooth Wilde, smooth

So there Nick sat on a bench, with the quiet hum of city life in Sahara Square whizzing within his eardrums and pale orange streetlights illuminating his bedraggled russet and auburn fur, while he, Nicholas Wilde, endured what knew to be the comfort of he knew to be loneliness; he allowed his headache to take over, no longer minding how his brain throbbed against his skull. He no longer minded the heinous scents that wafted up his nose; and he didn't even mind the fact that he was sitting on a bench, drunk, with the world spinning and twirling melting into a chronomatic coloring wheel until it was nothing but a see of insufferably loud colors blinding him.

But he didn't mind. And so, with his mind made up, there Nick sat on a bench drunk in the dead of night asleep in the comforting embrace of aloneness...