Adventure City, Arrby's Bar

4 month's after... the event.

Zuma and Rocky entered a building and walked towards the bar, They both sat down in the stools and waved at the bartender. "What can i get you?" The bartender asked him. "The hawdest hitting vodka you got!" Zuma told him. "Can i get some whiskey? I'm not picky." Rocky said to him, the bartender walked away to get their drinks.

"Weally dude? Just some whiskey?" Zuma said to the mixed breed.

"Yeah? I don't want to get too drunk." Rocky replied.

"I guess, yeah." Zuma responded.

"I can't believe Arrby owns a bar now." Rocky said as the bartender threw two glasses in front of them and started pouring their drinks.

"Yeah, it's amazing! We constantly get dwinks on the house." Zuma said. The bartender finished pouring and pushed the glasses towards them, Zuma picked up his glass and started downing it immediately.

"You might want to slow down Zuma." Rocky said to the Labrador.

"Don't be silly Wocky, it'll take mowe then this to get me dwunk." Zuma responded.

"Alright then." Rocky replied before slowly drinking the whiskey he had ordered. For the next few minutes, they both talked about their experiences in life; Rocky was telling Zuma about his past as a stray on the streets of the city, while Zuma told Rocky about his time in prison. Surprisingly, he didn't have many stories about his time there; most people just left him alone. After they were done talking, they heard someone approaching them and they turned to see who it was.

"Hey guys" The mysterious person said to the two pups.

"Hey Arrby!" Rocky said as he waved at him.

"Sup Awwby." Zuma said to him.

"Not much, it's been quiet here mostly. The city seems to have calmed down a little since...what happened." Arrby responded.

"Yeah, I expected a bigger reaction from the mayor dying but it seems like after the first week everyone just forgot about it and moved on." Rocky replied.

"Hey, at least we don't need to wowwy about getting shot anymowe." Zuma said to the others. Arrby started giggling a little. "What's so funny?" Zuma asked him.

"Nothing, Nothing." Arrby said to him. Zuma looked at him for a second before continuing to down his drink as if world war 3 had started and he was the first one drafted. Once he was done, he asked the bartender for another glass.

"Zuma, that's your third glass. You're going to be fucking hammered by the time we get home." Rocky said to the Labrador.

"Yeah? that's kinda the plan dude." Zuma replied.

"Do I want to know what you guys are going to do when you get home?" Arrby asked Rocky, whispering so Zuma wouldn't hear them.

"No, no you don't." Rocky responded.

Zuma was getting quite drunk at this point, He had downed 3 full glasses of Vodka in less then 10 minutes. "Speaking of home we should probably get going before Zuma passes out." Rocky told Arrby as he helped Zuma stand up.

"Alright, Bye you two!" Arrby said as he waved at the pups while walking away.

"Bye Arrby." Rocky said to him.

"Cya l-latew Awwby" Zuma said while following Rocky to the exit.

"Alright, c'mon Zuma, let's get you home." Rocky said as they left the bar.

30 minutes later.

Rocky and Zuma entered their house. Rocky went to the kitchen to make himself a snack while Zuma ran upstairs and jumped onto the bed in the bedroom. When he entered the room, he leapt onto the bed and tried to fall asleep, he knew he would regret his actions when he woke up. After a few minutes of lying there, he heard his puptag beeping and looked at the number that was calling; it said 02.

Zuma pressed the logo on the tag. "Hey Mawshall, w-what do you need?" Zuma asked the pup on the other end.

"I wanted to see how you guys were doing, we haven't talked in awhile." Marshall responded.

"Oh, D-Don't wowwy, we'we okay Mawshall." Zuma said to him.

"Are you sure Zuma? Something sounds...wrong." Marshall questioned.

Zuma didn't want to admit that he was drunk because he knew that Marshall would freak out so he tried to think of what to say. "I-I'm a little tiwed is all, I was a-actually twying to sleep befowe you called." Zuma said to him, hopefully he wouldn't recognize that he was lying.

"Alright, sorry for interrupting you, bye Zuma." Marshall said to him.

"It's okay, bye Mawshall." Zuma responded. Marshall hung up and Zuma tried to go to sleep again. He then heard the bedroom door open and close and then felt something jump on the bed next to him. He turned over and saw Rocky laying next to him.

"Hey Wocky." Zuma said to the mixed breed.

"Hey Zuma." Rocky said back. Zuma wrapped his paw around him before passing out. Rocky smiled and returned the hug.