Author's Note: You can't take the suspence and I'm getting a freaking high off the comments so let's have another update today? What do you say?

Nick woke up in his bed with his head throbbing. How did he get here? The last thing he remembered was the strip club and drinking with the boys. He must have drank too much. Despite the pounding in his head he did his best to sit up and nearly killed himself when he stepped on one of many empty beer bottles littered over the floor like landmines.

He looked at himself in the mirror. His fur stuck out in weird places and he could see the sheen of stripper glitter embedded in his fur. He stank of beer, smoke, cheap perfume and his mouth tasted like vomit. There was no way he was winning Judy back like this. He walked slowly to the kitchen for some water. He was feeling all of his 33 years doubled as he dodged various bottles and cans that were scattered across the floor.

Ok, water first, maybe bread, then shower, then clean this place up and then figure out how to win back Judy.

He gulped down an entire glass of water and was working on a second when he heard a rustling at his door. He spun around as Judy walked in, her keys in his lock. The two animals stood and stared at each other for a moment. This was not the look Nick wanted to go for when he first saw Judy.

"Hey honey, how was your trip?" Nick tried to act as casual as he could.

"Wow Nick," Judy was stunned at the mess she saw. "I guess you had some fun without me."

"Uh, yeah, well, I mean, no. Um, you see what happened-" Nick tried to explain but Judy held up her paw to stop him.

"I was coming over to talk but I can tell you're not ready. I'll just go. Call me when you're better." Nick could hear the disappointment in her voice as she turned to walk away.

"Judy, wai-" Nick started to chase after her but instead he stepped on another bottle, this time he fell down hard. His stomach gave a vicious lurch and he curled his body in an attempt to keep the contents of his stomach where they belonged. He tried to crawl towards the door after the nausea had passed but he knew it was too late. She was gone. Nick laid on the ground cursing his bad luck. He was going to have to work extra hard to win her back now but he wouldn't be able to do it in his current state.

Nick forced himself to get up, when the nausea hit again he ran to the bathroom and expelled as much as he could from his body. He didn't wait for his bearings to return before he threw himself into a cold shower. He cleaned every inch of himself and brushed his teeth twice. He still felt like shit as he got dressed, but he hoped plain bread and a bottle of water would do the trick to cure his ails. He grabbed his phone and wallet before heading out. He was definitely going to need his wallet. He wasn't sure if he could afford all the flowers he was going to have to buy. Maybe if he went to Otterton he could get a good deal. Nick stuffed a slice of bread into his mouth as he ran out the door.

He got passed the alley when suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his neck.

"Oh damn!" Nick yelped as he pulled the bug that bit him off his neck.

"Nick! Old buddy. It's been so long, how's it going," Nick was suddenly embraced by a large ram he didn't know. He began to feel woozy as the ram started to guide him down the street. Nick looked down at the bug still in his hands. It was no bug, but a piece of plastic with a long needle coming out of it. Nick's vision began to blur as he was thrown into the open doors of a dark van.

Nick mumbled something incoherent about a bunny before everything went black.

Author's note: Please don't hate me for what I'm about to do. I swear I love these furbabies.