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[misterparker]

When Parker woke, he knew something was wrong. It wasn't until he realized that he was padding on four legs down to the bar that he realized there might be a huge problem.

Yipping unhappily, Parker settles near the fire.

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[dats_dildoes]

"Let's me beings with the guesses." That was the ... bat with the green and purple crazy straw, hanging onto the side of the couch with one wingclaw and both feet, the other wingclaw holding onto the straw, "Yooousisn'ts being usually fuzzies either?"

Did we mention that he's very, VERY drunk?

[misterparker]

No.

Drolly.

He sniffs at the bat.

[dats_dildoes]

Mostly he smelled like booze, probably, it was probably best not to ask where he'd stored it all, since too much more and it was liable to just seep out of him like a sponge.

He sighed, it was a melodramatic sigh, "Ja. Me's eithering. Usuallies I's is likes, all talls and handsomes and gets alls of the groupies and plays the totally brutal metal sounds on the geetuars."

[misterparker]

Usually, I'm not a fox.

He makes an odd shuddering motion.

[dats_dildoes]

He sighed heavily once more, "Ja. Is dildos and I hates it. And I's is hates Bar too because she's is takes away aaaals of the booze."

Because he'd had enough, not that he thought so.

[misterparker]

Parker sits.

She gave me beer.

[dats_dildoes]

He pouted, yes, he pouted with a beak, "Maybes she's is just likes you betters dan me."

A huff then, "She's is justs a bitch."

[misterparker]

Parker yips and jumps up close, teeth bared.

She is *Bar*. Don't talk about her like that.

[dats_dildoes]

Skwisgaar, who'd already had one encounter with a couch cushion trying to eat him, squalled, dropping his crazy straw to scurry himself higher up the arm of the couch, "Rabies rabies!" Because apparently that was relevant.

[misterparker]

I don't *have* rabies.

[dats_dildoes]

Once he'd managed to scramble to a perch on top of the couch arm he huffed, "No. I's is haved it."

Yep. Had it. It got better.

(slowtime's good ^^)

[misterparker]

Parker leaps off the couch and hides under the table. Strategic retreat.

[dats_dildoes]

Which of course just made Skwisgaar full of smug once more, "Ja! You's is better runs away! Ha!"

[misterparker]

I run away because the idea of catching rabies from a bat is disgusting. You'd have to bite me.

[dats_dildoes]

Somehow he managed to scoff, "I's isn't goings to be bitings on you, bleeh, all furries."

besides the fact that he didn't really have teeth.

[misterparker]

[ooc; sorry, I need slowtime for dinner.]