As much as Randy was tired, that night there was nothing that could let him fall back to sleep. The scene he witnessed left his mind shattered. After Alan's quiet retreat, the room plunged into silence, interrupted by occasional heavy breathing coming from the bed where the female squirrel was slumbering, which was in stark contrast to the other person, struggling with the vivid scenes of shameless intercourse every instance his eyes closed.
The bottle, sitting by the TV, was the easiest way how to escape such haunting, and he was about to succumb to the temptations, but as he got up, walking across the room, he noticed it... the heavy smell of liquor, filling the stuffy air inside the hotel room was not originating from the bottle, which was noticeably missing some of it's volume now. Sandy was drunk. And probably had been considerably intoxicated which could explain why in all blazes she decided to drink further, to open the bottle in the room, and drink from it. But, it would never really offer a reason for her to go on a booze-fueled rampage. That sure-as-shootin' wasn't his sister's behavior.
But that look she gave him before it all started. The menaceful stare. The story of his sister's night started to reveal itself one by one. It was impossible to understand the depth of her descent in the fullest extent, he tried to deny she was capable of doing it, however the pieces of puzzle were there, and they showed a grim picture. The one, which told a story of hurt, disappointment, defeat and betrayal of sorts. Randy was well aware, that excessive drinking could lead to impaired judgment, he was guilty of making that happen more than he cared to admit, however, he thought only wicked individuals like himself were affected by that curse. Not his Sandy, his perfect sister he cared so much about, but tonight she proved him wrong- on this instance.
She knew that he saw her as an immaculate icon, and she intended to tear that picture down, and in a fashion that there would be nothing left. And than some more- she intentionally showed him what he could never get from her, and giving that to some random one-night stand instead, right before his eyes. To witness his humiliation and suffering, the same exact feelings he could so clearly read from her piercing eyes that night she was fixing his fracture. It was REVENGE. Plain to see, excruciating to witness. The care and love were gone, and lost, which occurred way before the shameful act began. Such realization made a male squirrel's legs suddenly so weak, and he fell on the floored carpet, where the scattered wet clothes and underwear were discarded.
Randy knew that he never really was a model sibling to Sandy and he relied and leaned on her help one too many times, and he felt he was finally turning his life around. Besides the few champagnes he wast drinking, he wanted her to see him being able to resist the temptations, and act in responsible way. Yet, the outcome was practically the polar opposite of it- in worst imaginable way. The bone-chilling revenge was executed, and the relationship between squirrel siblings was deliberately torn down. There was nothing that could undo the harm done, nothing they could build on. It took few good hours for Randy to start thinking what would be the best way. He started by picking himself up. Starting with step one- to get up from the floor. And there will be many more steps, each one more painful, but inevitable.
The new day was about to dawn, and it seemed better than any to do what he felt it's the best way- to move on. For both of them. But before he parted his way, he wanted to leave her a note, to explain to her that although he's now perceived by the entire Cheeks family as a failure, the last few days he was right and the revenge she did decide to commit was uncalled for. And so, the male squirrel put the bottle back where it was before, he grabbed the paper and started writing a message for his sister on a paper which was resting in between the beds.
The squeaking noise made by wipers on the windshield brought Alan's attention back to driving. He was coming-up towards the suburb where the modest building with his rented studio was located. It stopped raining a while ago. His feelings were all over place, no wonder he failed to notice it until now -just as much he got oblivious that those two rodents from that room were a weird bunch... to say the least.
The temptations followed by sudden opportunity to have some quality time were too overwhelming to pass up, especially from that fine-looking chick, Sandra. The images of her made his mind wander-off until he pulled off on a lot, almost completely filled with parked cars of various shapes and makes, however pre-owned, just like his. He thought he read her through- shy and prude, but also temperamental. Nothing was suggesting that she's one of the kind with kinks of a sexual nature.
It was obvious she had more than few, when she got back to hotel, it was unlikely that was the sole reason enabling her to put on a show for her brother. After the tall male Puma closed the door to the apartment, he put away his uniform on a hanger, without a thought, all the while trying to analyze the motives of that squirrel, he sat on the extended couch, which doubled as a bed. There was an angle he couldn't see, and he somewhat had a hunch it was likely connected to the male squirrel as well. After all the squirrel siblings were leaving hotel together, with her brother trailing her like a devout puppy, and a good bunch of hours later she made it back, alone, intoxicated and notably depressed.
Alan rubbed his tired eyes, stretching on the mattress in his underwear, slowly giving up on the pursuit of explanation why she let her bro watch him please her. The sudden revelation of such voyeurism was making him a little angry at first, but realizing he wasn't even traumatized, merely confused at best... Dudes are weird, and some chicks likely, too. And hand on the bible- if he could turn back the time, he would very likely made it happen, even knowing the fact there was an audience watching him railing that little cray-cray squirrel with a bushy tail.
The details of that scene were flooding into his mind as blood started to flow into his private parts, building a tent. By reminiscing the copious details of that night, the smells, touches, moves and sensational feelings made his hand wander-off underneath his shorts. A brief thought about taking a shower and sleeping it off passed through Alan's mind, but it was dwarfed by the pulsating sensation emanating from beneath his underwear, the memories mixed with wild fantasies took care of the rest. A few minutes later, after the return from the tiny bathroom, the tall male crashed on the couch, and the last thing he recollected of that crazy night was how he buried his snout into the warm fluffy pillow…
