Drinking

                Just like any other night, Nyla was up to her usual shenanigans with her friend Clarabelle. After coming over for a sleepover, the two kept giggling about past interactions at The Rabbit Hole. Once when they went, Hops spilled both of their drinks on the way over but offered the next few on the house for the trouble. They had only planned to drink a couple that night, but with the few extra they received for free they couldn’t help but drink the night away.

                With those fond memories fresh on their minds, Nyla suggested, “Hey we should go drinking tonight! I could use an Angora Sour right about now.”

                Clarabelle smiled and giggled, “That is my favorite, sure, why not?”

                They quickly hopped up out of Nyla’s bed where they were cozied up chatting and searched around for something to wear. For some reason they’d noticed other buns wearing nice new clothes lately and they had gone shopping earlier as well. After finding their new dresses, slim fitting shimmering and revealing, they donned some makeup and made quick work of getting their shoes on.

                Once they got to The Rabbit Hole, they noticed it was packed tonight! Poor Hops even had someone behind the counter helping them.

                “Aw man this place is crazy busy tonight!” Nyla said as she huddled behind Clarabelle.

                Nyla was very open in lots of ways, but crowds weren’t something she was particularly fond of. They always made her feel super claustrophobic, even if it was just all her friends and other familiar faces.

                “You’ll be fine as soon as you get some alcohol in you, silly.” Clarabelle reassured.

                “This is true… Let’s hurry!”

                After winding their way through the crowd, they finally got to Hops and was able to order their drinks. That first sip was always the most intense, then it went down nice and smooth. Fruity taste hid the dangerous amount of alcohol in the drink, and the effects that caused their fur to be so extra poofy. For Nyla it was like an addiction.

                After the second one was down, Nyla found herself in the middle of the crowd dancing away to the music playing as Clarabelle watched nearby shaking her head. She knew she’d get over her shyness in no time! The Angora Sour did it every time. Hops nodded in pride, knowing the drink was made perfectly. Clarabelle sat back at the bar and chatted with Hops as the drunken Nyla eventually found her way back and said, “Another!!”