Well, Quaxo is back and ruder than ever before!
I in NO WAY endorse underage drinking. Quaxo is a bad kid. Underage drinking is bad.
Chapter Eight: The bar
I turned about, feeling immediately guilty. I shouldn't have scared them off for the sake of privacy. It was horribly rude.
Hello, my name is Mr. Perfect! What's yours? Quaxo muttered.
Oh, be quiet. At least I have morals. I replied, trying to come across as bored and not highly annoyed. After a moment of deliberation, I knelt down and placed my paws on the dirt beneath me.
Oh great. You're going to exhaust us both.
Well, you do want to release some tension, don't you? Ignoring him, I watched as the glow of my magic rippled down my shoulders to my arms, and finally into the earth. It glowed faintly for a moment before fading away.
"Whew." I said out-loud, wiping a bit of sweat off my brow. I'd just performed something called a "drain".
Basically, you release all the magic in your body for a time because your emotions are a bit frenzied. A crush'll do that to you, I suppose.
I stood up, wobbling slightly, and walked over to a hollowed-out bureau. Climbing inside, I closed my eyes and drifted off, already feeling much better.
~~~Quaxo~~~
Bast, Misto. The sun's going down. All my time was gone.
It's not like you had plans. And you'd better head home before we worry mom or stay out past curfew.
Yeah, I don't think so. I can make plans. I hopped out of the bureau Mistoffelees had dosed off in and wandered towards Tumblebrutus, who was lounging on a television screen.
"Hey, Quaxo." He said, making his paw into a fist and bumping it against mine.
"What's up?" I replied, sitting down next to him.
"Well, I heard that some whiny-tailed queen broke up with you because your pollicle of a brother decided to show up."
"Yeah. He was being a total queen." I agreed, nodding. "Oh, please forgive me, Quaxo!"
"The fell? He wanted you to forgive him?" Tumblebrutus rolled his eyes.
"Exactly. He just lost me my queen, for Everlasting's sake!" I flicked my tail in annoyance at Mistoffelees.
Curfew? Remember? Mistoffelees piped up.
I don't care. I replied, more annoyed than earlier.
And I almost thought you'd changed.
Me? Give up my evil ways? I think not.
"You know what you need?" Tumblebrutus said suddenly, leaning forward.
"What's that?" I asked.
"A night out."
~OoO~
Tumblebrutus had taken me to one of the more relaxed clubs. They didn't really care what age you were, so long as you could pay.
"Age?" The bouncer asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I've got cash" I said, stepping past him and slipping a wad of the green paper into his paw. I'd gotten the money from my last birthday.
"I'm with him." Tumblebrutus followed me into the club, which smelled strongly of catnip and cheap perfume. We walked over to a dimly lit bar table and sat on the stools beside it.
"Two beers" I said, looking up at the bartender. He was a brown tabby with a white patch over his ear.
"Aren't you a little young to be drinking?" He asked the two of us, raising an eyebrow.
"We're short for our age." Tumblebrutus said coolly. With a noncommittal grunt, the bartender handed us two bottles of alcohol.
"Cheers." Tumblebrutus raised his bottle. I did the same, gently clinking them together.
The beer burned slightly as it made its way down my throat.
Quaxo! Not again! I don't want to have to pour us into bed.
Naw, Tumblebrutus can do that. I chuckled to myself and ordered another two drinks.
Drowning your sorrows isn't the way to go about things.
Just shuttup. I chugged the remainder of my second beer and started on the third one.
Even your thoughts are slurred!
Shuttup. Your voice is weird.
Oh, Everlasting. That's it.
Mistoffelees~~~
I pushed away the beer bottles Quaxo had had emptied away from my body.
"Mistoffelees?" Tumblebrutus looked curiously down at me.
"Y-yes. It-t-t-'s me. We n-n-need t-to get home." I stood, vaguely surprised that I wasn't completely sloshed as well, and stood the brown and white tom up.
"Here." I murmured to the bartender. "K-keep the c-change." I handed him the remainder of Quaxo's money, not wanting to stay a moment longer.
I wrapped Tumblebrutus' arm around my shoulder and slowly made my way back out of the bar and into the Junkyard, breathing in the much cleaner air of outdoors.
I staggered slightly under the weight of the drunken tom. I had never been one for labor, nor was I heavily built.
"Y-you aren't g-g-going t-to be much help, n-now are y-y-you?" I muttered. Tumblebrutus mumbled incoherently and waved his paw about.
~~OoO~~~
As I neared Tumblebrutus' house, worry began to gnaw at me. What would I say to Jellylorum?
"Oh, hi Jellylorum! Your son took Quaxo to the bar and they both got roaring drunk! You take care of him!" I think not.
Instead, I put the drunk tom on the ground outside his home and knocked rapidly on his door, then ran off back towards my own den. I stumbled slightly, and a giggle escaped me.
Bast. Now the beer's getting to me, too.
Well, you...you deserve it...because of ...because of your face! Quaxo slurred drunkenly.
You are making even less sense than usual. I replied, climbing the step to our door and walking inside - straight into my mother.
"Mistoffelees! Where where you?" She glared down at me.
"Q-Quaxo got-t-t him-s-self drunk with T-t-t-Tumblebrutus." I murmured.
"Oh, dear." Mom ever-so-gently led me into my room, grimacing when I hiccuped loudly, and tucked me into bed. Something she hadn't done since I was very small.
"Good night, Mistoffelees." Mom said with a smile.
"Night." I said, a slight slur distorting my words. I closed my eyes and drifted off.
