I took a drag of the cigarette hanging from my mouth. A small cloud of smoke streamed from my mouth either way. "So, this is your last cigarette Falco?

"Yeah, don't gotta chance to get anymore for a few days. Enjoy it while you can." He repositioned himself on the wall. Don't blame him much. Brick never was too comfortable.

He took another swig from the bottle of beer. Once it was back at his side, clasped in his feathered fingers, he giggled. "'member how Katt had that blind date thing? She got… got paired wit' Oikonny."

I laughed. It was a natural reaction. He was drunk, I was drunkish… tipsy? God, I don't even know anymore. The only hint I was conscious was the pain from the brick wall and the stale scent of urine. Ahh, the recreation of the team's apartment… I probably shouldn't enjoy that so much.

I giggled.

I tossed the cigarette to the ground and stamped it out. Once done, I had grabbed the beer bottle and taken a swig.

It was bad beer. Bad, bad beer. Tasted like Robitussin and was about as runny as cooking oil. Oh God, this is bad.

I forced a swallow, gagging a little. I wasn't as big a drinker as Falco; I was used to wine at parties. This was like drinking flat soda that's been watered down. No… just no.

That must've been the last drink. Came up dry when I went for the next sip. Shit, may as well have gotten cockteased if this was all the alcohol I'd get. I mean seriously, I got all of three drinks. At least I'd have been excited for the chance of something.

I whipped the bottle at the wall across from us. "Falco, you're not allowed to buy that beer. Never."

''Kay Foxy," he let out a breath of air and laughed again. Jes-us, he's easily amused. No wonder people like partying with him so much, he laughs at all of their bad jokes.

As if on cue, Falco was giggling. I hit him upside the head with the back of my hand. The giggling became laughing.

It's like... it's almost like I've taken a child out into a dark, rapist-worthy alley. A smile formed on the corners of my mouth at that thought. Falco may not be bright but he can take care of himself.

I must've missed something. He wasn't laughing anymore… just, sobbing. Was he thinking about Katt?

"Whadd'ya think went wrong Foxxxy?" he questioned, with a hiccupped sob.

"You… Falco. You were never there, you never did anything spontaneous… and, you never really treated her well." It sucked to be honest, it really did. He probably won't remember it tomorrow at least. I hope.

He slid down the wall, collapsing into the ground as a couple more sniffles sounded from him. Geez, did he have to think about Katt now?

I bent down and wrapped an arm around him. "You okay?"

He looked up, a small grin on his beak, "Got'cha!"

Jesus fucking Christ he's loud. Why the hell do I drink with Falco; like seriously, why?

Then, I was on the ground, him on top of me. His beak brushed my muzzle, almost like he was nuzzling me. He was muttering something…

"Falco, get off," I said with little emotion. We dated before he met Katt, and we agreed it'd never happen again after he did meet Katt. He was straight, right? Right?

"You told me to be spontaneaneous… sponteous… spont- whatever the hell that word is. This is me being… fuck that word." He gave me what he'd call a kiss, and it kind of was. His beak and my muzzle made this awkward contraption that allowed our tongues to meet.

I had unknowingly straddled onto him. After a couple rotations, I was on top. We were now on the sidewalk.

Distant voices of bar patrons as they walked out hit my ears. Some blood pooled from my lips where his beak had cut me; but, it didn't hurt so much anymore. They were already scar tissue at this point from last time.

Ohhhhhhhhhh. last time.

He brushed me with my knee, forcing me to jump. Once I heard the voice of Peppy, I forced myself off of Falco.

"What are you two doing on the ground?" the not-so-wise hare asked. Fun, he's asking questions. It's just like prom. If I had carried anymore condoms, I'd be the lion shareholder of Trojan.

"Just… umm, looking at the stars," I replied. He was too drunk to have caught on to it anyways.

Dumbass.

"So, we ready to go?" I asked.

"Yeah," came the reply, paired with a hiccup.

I stood up, helping Falco up. I didn't let go of his hand though.

Once we were walking away, Falco whispered to me, "What about Slippy?"