Just One Drink {open}

[Phoebus]

She was a rabbit. She was a rabbit? A police rabbit from somewhere called Zootopia, which definitely didn't sound like it was completely made up. Once again, Phoebus was back to thinking that if hadn't been assured multiple times that everything happening to him was definitely not a hallucination or an elaborate prank, he'd be seriously questioning his sanity.

As it was, he was starting to learn to go with these revelations, and was becoming pretty good at rolling with the punches. He was about to reply - although he wasn't entirely sure what with - when she emptied the contents of her stomach over the floor. Thank god he'd managed to move in time.

He was glad for his military experience at that moment - he'd seen some pretty disgusting stuff, so a small girl who used to be a rabbit throwing up luckily wasn't likely to phase him, or make him to lose the contents of his own stomach. He just hoped she'd missed his jacket. He rubbed her back gently and a little awkwardly with one hand, while gathering her hair and holding it back with the other.

"Alright Officer, better out than in, I guess." He gestured to someone nearby for another glass of water, before turning his attention back to Judy. "Feel any better for that?"

[Judy Hopps]

Good, Penis had gotten out of the way. Unfortunately, some of Judy's dangling bits were dangerously close to getting onto the jacket. She tried jerking her face, and ended up getting it stuck to her skin. Judy winced, trying to wipe at her face without getting his jacket. Had Penis not been holding back her hair, Judy likely would've started using that. At least the back was helping.

"Bit," she admitted, feeling more woozy than tipsy at this point. She flailed around for a bit, wishing she had that water on hand. She winced as her hand connected with nothing, and she lowered her hand again. "Oh cheese and crackers, Penis," she groaned. "I'm seeing pink rabbits, and that's never a good--" she hurked again, covering her mouth with her hand. She leaned forward and at least had the good sense to aim.

[Phoebus]

Another glass of water appeared, and Phoebus grabbed Judy's flailing hand, pressing the glass into it. He rolled his eyes as she used his less-than-appreciated new nickname, but was starting to realise that he was fighting a losing battle and it might just be easier to live with it. For now, anyway - maybe once she was a little more sober he could work on the name thing with her.

And she was puking again. He sighed, waiting for her to finish, before leaning down to put his arm around her waist and pull her gently to her feet, holding her steady. He looked around, looking for one of two things; either some kind of medic who could help her out, or somewhere she could lie down, maybe sleep the worst of it off. "Pink rabbits, huh?" He asked, an eyebrow raised. "Can't say I've ever experienced that myself, but it doesn't sound good. I reckon you need to sleep this off, Officer, then maybe the pink rabbits will go bother someone else."

No sign of a medic, and people had been vacating their general area since she started emptying her stomach. "Come on, let's find you somewhere to lie down."

[Judy Hopps]

Judy took another breath, listening as Penis worked his way through her conversation. She had to let out a slight laugh as he mentioned not seeing the rabbits: "Be thankful," she mumbled. Judy took another sip of the drink, but then seemed to take an almost second wind, looking up at officer Penis.

"Are you trying to get me to lay down with you?" she asked, tilting her head. She giggled. "You must've heard the rumors about bunnies then?" Another giggle. "They do have all sorts of fun drinks about us."

Great, now she was almost stuck in a giggle loop. That might have not been quite so bad except that Judy still had the cup of water in her hand. Well, it had been filled with some water when she'd started giggling, at any rate.

[Phoebus]

He just did not know how to handle this girl. She was nothing like the girls he was used to back home in Paris, but he wasn't sure if that was because she was decidedly more modern than he was used to, or if it was because she was apparently an ex-rabbit. He had to admit to himself, though, that it was much more interesting to talk to someone who wasn't bound by the sorts of social conventions women in fifteenth century France were. He'd get used to it.

He laughed at her questions, starting to walk her in what he hoped was the direction of some kind of first aid station, or... something. Anything that was away from the alcohol he figured was probably a good start. "Yeah, I've heard the rumours about bunnies." He laughed. "Even where I'm from, we've heard those rumours. But lucky for you, Officer Hopps, I'm a man of honour, and wouldn't dream of taking advantage of a young lady in your condition. Or a bunny."

He sighed a little as she started giggling and her glass of water ended up all over his shirt. "Well, now that's both of us soaked, good work Officer." He shook his head as he looked at her, an amused look on his face. "What do they put in the beer in this place?" He wondered aloud. He had literally no idea what to do with her from this point. At least he'd stopped her from giving a show to the onlookers, but beyond that he felt like he'd gotten himself into a situation he had no idea how to handle.

[Judy Hopps]

Judy wrinkled her nose as he admitted to hearing the rumors about bunnies. "You couldn't take advantage of me unless I wanted you to," she said primly, trying to straighten and walk proudly. She even managed this for all of about three steps before she nearly tripped and had to grab onto Penis. This was not conducive to keeping either of them dry.

Still giggling, and Judy started waving her hand. "It's not---it's not--" she tried, only to giggle some more. "The booze. The booze is fun; it's fine,' she waved her hand. "I'm just---tiny," she held her hand up, patting the top of her head. She waved toward him, as if trying to grab him, and she eventually ended up touching his face.

"Hey," she said, patting around, "you have face fur. That's not fair. I don't have face fur..." she patted her own hand with her other hand, comparing and rubbing both their faces at once.

[Phoebus]

"Trust me, Officer, I am nothing but a gentleman. I wouldn't dream of taking advantage of any lady under any circumstances, but especially a young officer of the law who's a tad on the inebriated side." He said seriously, holding on to her as she tripped. "It wouldn't be chivalrous or honourable to do anything other than do my best to help you and make sure you get home safe and unharmed."

Phoebus took his chivalry and honour very seriously, and he couldn't help but find his defenses pricked a little when someone suggested otherwise. But then she indicated her size, and he couldn't help but laugh as she patted her own head. "Yes, I can see that. Maybe next time you should bear that in mind and try not to drink the equivalent of your own body weight?" He grinned at her.

A grin which froze on his face into a slightly uncomfortable grimace as she started rubbing his face. Why, why was she rubbing his face? He gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away. "Yes, I have face... fur." He said with a sigh. "Human men can grow face fur. I mean fuzz. I mean hair. It's just hair." He shook his head, trying to shake the confusion she was causing in him. "Human females don't. And since you're a human female now, no face fur for you I'm afraid. Now, how about that whole lying down thing, hmm?"

[Judy Hopps]

"I'm an officer, and you're a gentleman," said Judy, still rubbing his face. There was something about chivalry and honor and stuff that Judy only sort of generally knew about. Then again, she'd met queens and knights and stuff, so apparently that was very much something important around here.

"So you should chiv---chivalit---calvar---shiv me," she finally concluded, having essentially forgotten what she was even going to say. Probably something about how he should stop her from drinking. Back to face rubbing.

"I want my fur back," she said, pulling lightly on his. "It's so not fair that I lost it. I used to have such pretty grey fur," she sighed, stroking her mane. "Now I just have a mane," she frowned, holding it up and studying it, rubbing the strands between her fingers. She let it down softly, taking another sigh.

"Laying down does sound kinda nice," she agreed ,before latching onto Phoebus again. "Are you gonna lay down with me? That would be fun, right? Laying down together." She giggled. "Bunnies do that all the time. Did I mention that? It's a bunny thing." More giggles.