03:27

The young raccoon waved goodbye to his new acquaintance and smiled as he walked to the exist. He didn't have long before Carmelita showed up and then drag his tail back to the apartment where he would be forced into his bed.

Carmelita wouldmake sure that he didn't leave his room by bunking with him and they would watch that damn movie again!

"It was fine when we were kids, but now it is ridiculous!" He muttered under his breath, heading to the front desk. Writing his log out time, he made his way out of the station.

Only to turn back into the building. He just saw his sister's car and he knew that he didn't have long before she dragged him off. Seeing the opened window, he sprinted over to it and was already halfway out before he heard his name.

"Sylvester, what on earth are you doing?" She tapped her foot, looking at her brother.

"I am leaving the office."

"Via the window?"

"Well, I know if I went out the front door, you would drag me back home. I don't want to go home." Sly leaned against the wall, stepping out of the window frame.

"And if I did let you go, where pray tell would you head?"

"Well, maybe the bars." Sly whispered under his breath and rolling his eyes. Like their mom, Carmelita had a negative view on drinking. Especially when it was Sly. No matter what, they made sure he had as little as possible.

Carmelita actually once dumped a whole beer can down the drain on him. She claimed that since it was his birthday, he needed to be sober as much as possible. As if that made any sense.

"You want to go drinking this early in the morning?" Carmelita yelled at the surprised raccoon.

"Uh, you heard that?" He said meekly, scratching his neck. Maybe he should head out the window after all.

"I did and what were you thinking?" She stormed over and grabbed his ear. Whining in pain, he turned and stared at her. Using his arm to break her hold, he stood tall.

"I was thinking that I am perfectly capable to decided what is best for me." He glared at her. "I am not a little kid anymore, and I can go out clubbing as long as I want and as early as I want!" He snapped. "I was also thinking I could stay here and start the damn search on the Fiendish fucking Five!" He yelled, storming past her. "I seem to be the only one here that cares about catching them!"

SMACK

Sly held his check and looked at Carmelita. "Did you just slap me?" He yelled.

"Yes I did Sly!" She yelled back. "Dad has spent the last twelve years hunting them! So has mom! So is Bates!"

"I really see the results Carmelita!" He yelled back, storming out of the building.

"Sly, get your ass back here now! We're not done here!" Carmelita walked over to the door shouting back.

"Yes we are!" He bellowed back, walking down the street.

Carmelita started to chase after him, but was stopped by the Bates who stood in front of her.

"If you go after him Carmelita, he'll keep running away." He said, stepping back inside. "Now get inside please." He shook his head, tail brushing the foot steps. Carmelita frowned, but knew she couldn't disobey him.

It was mid-afternoon, and the raccoon had not moved from the bench for a while. He might of have been staring up at metal tower, but he wasn't really looking at it. He was just letting the day past by when he saw someone join him on the bench.

The person didn't say a word, but handed him a can of beer. Sly took it and both of them opened a can of beer. After the two took a long sip, Sly turned his head around.

"Thanks."

"Not a problem." The older man, in his early fifties, sighed. "Thought you might need it."

"So how did you find me?" Sly asked the vulpine, turning his head back.

"Meh, it wasn't that hard Sly." The man took another drink.

"So how pissed is Carmelita?" Sly took another sip.

"Pretty pissed Sly." The man sighed, and turned his head. "I suggest you tread lightly." He then raised an eye brow as Sly was chugging the whole can.

"Thanks for the advice." Sly then let out a belch, scaring some people that were passing by. "And the beer dad."

"They might not like it, but I know that you need something to take your mind off today Sly." Corner looked at his son. "Now I suggest you head back before I have to bring you in for drunken disorder." He patted the raccoon on the shoulder and walked off. Sly sat there for a few minutes and then stood up. Feeling better, he decided to head back to his apartment.

This was hard to write for some reason. But none the less, exactly how I wanted it. For the next chapter, look at the same fanfic website, same fanfic story.