Fenrir didn’t know what was happening. At first, he was merely having a glass of his favourite alcohol by himself. Then, all of a sudden, his entire vision in his good eye went blurry and everything had started spinning for him.
The next thing he knew, he was scrambling around the bar just as wasted as everyone else. He looked around at all of the chaos that was erupting around him. Suddenly, his good eye had locked onto a particular drunk.
Said drunk was quite a mountain of a man and he was carrying a club that was as large as he was. His current attitude was just as intimidating as his body and his weapon as he had his free hand wrapped around the throat of a poor sap.
“Did you just spilled my drink, punk!?” The giant yelled.
Even though he was drunk, the poor victim could plainly see the danger that he was in. “I-I… I’m sorry, sir!”
“Sorry, sorry! You had just wasted a perfectly good glass of rum!” The giant roared before tightening his grip around the smaller man’s neck. “Now… I am going to waste YOU!”
The smaller man didn’t have any room to breathe. All he could do was sputter while in a vain attempt to free himself from the man’s grip. He could feel his vision slowly going black with each passing second. Was there anyone who could save him?
It was then the giant slowly stopped squeezing the smaller man’s neck when he felt two arms wrap around him from behind him. Turning around and looking down, he saw that Fenrir was embracing him while resting his head on the giant’s back.
The giant growled before throwing the smaller man away like a rag doll and crashing into a small group of more drunks before glaring down at the guilty party. He then put his palm onto Fenrir’s head and shoved him hard until he landed on his rear.
“What do you think you are doing, you mangy mutt!?” The giant roared.
Fenrir blinked twice as if confused by the question.
“What does it look like I am doing?” He said. Suddenly, he gave a big grin. “I am hugging you!”
The giant’s eyes bugged out when he heard this. “Excuse me!?
“You heard me!” Fenrir said while his tail wagged like a dog. “You looked so cranky! I just thought a hug would make you feel all better!”
The giant’s jaw dropped when he heard those words. He then immediately narrowed his eyes while gritting his teeth together.
“How dare you!?” The giant snapped. “Do you think that you are talking to a child?”
Fenrir paused while tilting his head to the side. “Are you a child?”
“What!?” The giant roared, getting close to seeing red in his eyes. “Ooh, that is it!”
With that, he pulled his club back with the intent to swing it right down onto Fenrir’s head. Despite he was in clear danger of having his head smashed in, he merely looked up like a curious child with no intents of even defending himself.
That was until a white projectile came from the side. It then struck the ground right in front of the giant’s feet.
This resulted in an icy puddle forming underneath said man. The effects of the ice were immediate as the giant was struggling with it while trying to keep his balance with Fenrir looking in awe and confusion. But because the giant was drunk, his attempts to stay balanced was in vain and he fell forward.
And straight towards Fenrir who still didn’t seem like he knew what was going on.
“Fenrir, look out!”
That was when someone had rushed over to Fenrir and grabbed him before quickly pulling him away. And not a second too sooner as the giant fell right on his face with a loud noise. He then laid there, dazed and groaning. Fenrir watched the scene with a blinking eye. He had then turned towards the others to see what was going on.
The person who had saved him was a waiter with a slender body. He was a cat, particularly of the Siamese breed with cream and dark brown fur and almond-shaped eyes. His name was Toms.
Standing not too far away was a young waitress with light blue skin and white hair in a set of pigtails. In her hands, she was carrying some kind of light blue staff that was in the design of a snowflake. Her name was Yuki.
Also with her was Cathy, who had a tambourine in each hand for some reason.
“Sir, are you alright?” Toms asked, concerned.
The wolf then gave a large grin. “Yes, yes, I am more than alright! Thanks for asking me, buddy!”
The three waiters let out a collective sigh of relief by Fenrir’s response.
“Oh, thank goodness.” Toms said. “Come on, you are clearly not safe he…”
Then, something happened that made all three waiters go wide-eyed.
Fenrir then pressed his lips against Toms’ cheek, giving the feline a big kiss.
Toms’ eyes bugged out as his face completely flushed over, making him look like he had a tomato for a head. Yuki and Cathy merely looked with slack jaws and wide eyes at what they were witnessing. However, the girls were doing this for different reasons.
“S-Sir, what do you think you are doing!?” Toms demanded.
“What does it look like I am doing? I am giving you all of my love!” Fenrir smiled. He then started to pepper Tom’s cheek with a series of kisses as the two waitresses continued to stare on in surprise.
“S-Sir, please get a hold of yourself! This is highly inappropriate!” Toms pleaded while struggling to push Fenrir off of him. Needless to say, however, due to the size difference between the two, the feline was not making any progress in doing so.
“Aw, don’t be like that. Everyone needs a bit of loving!” Fenrir said between kisses.
Yuki shook her head in horror before immediately making her way over to the two and helped Toms to get Fenrir off of him. Even if Fenrir was clearly drunk, she didn’t want to take any chances and deal with a rival in love.
“Please, that is more than enough!” Yuki demanded. “Get off now!”
Cathy stared in awe her face had started to turn red. This wasn’t just some crack-pairing fanfiction. Actual male-on-male love was happening right here in front of her. A man was kissing another male in public and he didn’t seem to mind. This looks like she had found some inspiration for her latest yaoi stories…
“Sir, what would your girlfriend say about this?” Toms yelled out.
Suddenly, her eyes bugged out before she looked away. Fenrir was currently dating Misty. If she does go through with writing the story, it would be an inadvertent attack towards Misty because the waitress was pairing her boyfriend up with another man. It was forbidden territory for her. But at the same time, it was like a trainwreck. She just couldn’t look away.
Everyone’s eyes bugged out before looking in the direction of the voice. The waiters’ eyes bugged out when they saw that the person who had yelled at them was a grey-furred Anthro poodle with a baseball bat in her hands. However, what had caught their attention was that said poodle looked absolutely furious.
“Oh no! It is reality!” Cathy gasped. She then realized her mistake. “I mean, Misty!”
Fenrir grinned before waving his hand. “Hiiiii, Misty!”
“I thought that you had changed, Fenrir!” Misty yelled, clearly just as drunk as everyone else. “I thought that you had stopped your womanizing ways! But here are you! Still at it!”
Toms’ pupils shrank before holding out his hand. “No! Wait! It is not what it looks like! Fenrir is extremely drunk and has…”
“SHUT UP! I thought you were also different, Toms! Different from all of the other men!” Misty roared, beating her bat into her hands. “But you are no better, stealing Fenrir away from me!”
“N-No! Please! I know this looks bad, but you have to believe me!” Toms pleaded.
“Yeah, we were just kissing each other!” Fenrir nodded, making the waiters’ gasped.
“Fenrir, don’t make the situation worse for us!” Toms scolded.
“Yeah, I know! I SAW you!” Misty roared before stomping over while raising her bat over her head. “I am going to show you why you should never mess with ME!”
Yuki wasted no time rushing in front of Toms and Fenrir and holding out her hands to prevent Misty from advancing forward.
“Miss, please! Toms is telling the truth! He would never do something like this! In fact, he was trying to STOP your boyfriend!” Yuki pleaded.
“Out of the way, Elsa!” Misty snapped. “I have to teach these two horndogs a lesson!”
Yuki narrowed her eyes before getting out her staff. “I am afraid that I cannot do that, miss.”
“Then, I have to show you that I mean business!” Misty said, readying her bat.
With that, she had rushed forward and swung her bat forward at Yuki. The ice spirit merely narrowed her eyes and pointed her staff forward. This had created a large barrier of ice that had prevented the attack. Misty growled before she had continued the assault with her bat. However, she didn’t seem to be making a dent in Yuki’s defence.
Yuki looked back at Toms while still keeping up her barrier. “Toms, you and Cathy take Fenrir out back and out of harm’s way! I will stay here and try to subdue Misty!”
The Siamese cat nodded his head. “Right. Thank you. Come on, Cathy! Let’s go!”
He then looked back at Cathy. However, he immediately froze when he saw that Cathy was deep in thought.
“Is this what happens when my stories start to come to life? Is this is why I could never see one of them play out before my very eyes?” Cathy asked, almost seeming oblivious to all of the chaos.
Toms’ jaw dropped at Cathy being so distracted. Even Bob would shake his head in disgust at her acting like this.
“Cathy!” Toms yelled, bringing the cat-girl back to reality.
“Huh?” Cathy asked before seeing Toms and rushing over. “Oh, I am sorry! Here, let me help you with him!”
Toms shook his head. “Honestly, Cathy, what could have been so important that you had to stop and cause in the middle of all of this madness?”
“Um, nothing!” Cathy lied as she and Toms carried Fenrir out of harm’s way.
“I love you, Misty!” Fenrir yelled, calling out to Misty.
“Oh, so you are attacking my intelligence now!” The poodle roared before swinging at Yuki’s barrier for what seemed like the twentieth time. “When I am through with the ice princess here, I will break every bone in your perverted body!”
Toms sighed as he shook his head while continuing to carry Fenrir away. And here he thought that the dark days of Fenrir and Misty’s “lover quarrels” were long gone.
After dealing with the drunk swordsman he tasked with transporting to safety, Palayo wasted no time rushing back into the fray to see if there was anyone else he could help. So far, everyone had already looked preoccupied.
The elf’s eyes widened before turning in the direction of the voice. There, he saw his vertically-challenged boss, Bogus, waving at him with one hand and his trademark shotgun in the other one.
Next to him was a waitress in a male uniform with blue skin that had made her resemble a demon. However, she was quite tall and well-built and while her expression didn’t seem hostile, it wasn’t exactly friendly either. This was Chervil.
“Oh, sir, Chervil, how are things going?” Palayo asked while rushing over.
“Oh, let’s see. I have a tavern full of drunken league members. Particularly people I could barely handle while they were sober.” Bogus said, sarcastically. “Oh, I am just doing fine!”
“Oh, thank goodness! I am glad to hear that!” Palayo smiled. “I thought for sure that you would be at the end of your rope!”
Bogus slumped his shoulders while staring at Palayo with wide eyes, not believing the ex-assassin’s naivete. Chervil on the other hand cast Palayo an exasperated glare with her arms crossed. She then sighed while shaking her head.
“Look, just give us a hand here before you make Bogus’s headache any bigger than it needs to be.” Chervil said, motioning with her hand for Palayo to come over.
“Oh, of course, Chervil.” The blue-haired man said. “What do I have to do?”
Chervil jerked her thumb behind motioning to a group of drunks. They were all sitting around a table while singing happily.
“Just help me transport these guys out of harm’s way.” She explained. “The less drunks we have around the bar, the better.”
Palayo nodded his head. “Understood.”
Chervil returned the nod before making her way over to the drunks and grabbed the arm of the nearest one and lifted him to his feet.
“Okay, pal. Party’s here over. Take it out back.” Chervil said, bluntly.
“What? But we were having a good time!” The man whined as the others agreed.
“No buts. This is for your own good unless you actually LIKE being struck by fireballs.” Chervil said.
“Ah, come on!” A female Anthro Great Dane pleaded. “The fun is just starting! Come on! Sit with us! We are going to tell each other’s love lives!”
Palayo’s eyes lit up when he had heard this. “Really? Well, since you put it THAT way.”
“Palayo!” Bogus and Chervil scolded in unison, glaring at the elf.
Before anyone could see anything else, the Great Dane turned around and quickly she had noticed that there was someone sitting at the counter, casually drinking as if he didn’t know what was happening behind him. Said person was a Dalmatian clad entirely in purple.
She smirked before getting up from her seat and waddling over to said Dalmatian before Bogus, Chervil and Palayo had a chance to even call out to her.
“Why there, lovely!” The Great Dane grinned.
The Dalmatian turned his head with a raised eyebrow. As if anyone was expecting someone else, he was Spot.
“My, my, why is such a handsome face like you, doing all alone on such a grand night like this?” The Great Dane smiled. “Come on, you don’t have to be by yourself!”
With that, she had grabbed Spot’s arm and tried to pull him over to the others.
Bogus, Chervil, Palayo and the others stared in shock as what they had witnessed. Spot had slammed his glass into the Great Dane’s face. The poor woman screamed as she fell to the ground with glass and alcohol all over her face. Spot then went back to minding his own business as if nothing happened.
Spot’s witnesses had continued to look in disbelief as to what just happened. Especially the ones who knew Spot as the friendly ball of sunshine.
Then, the drunk in Chervil’s grasp gritted his teeth. “Hey! You can’t do that to a lady! Come on, guys! Let’s teach that creep some manners!”
The other drunks nodded their heads and got up from their seats with each and every one of them looking absolutely outraged by Spot’s violent attack. Bogus and Chervil all looked in horror.
“Oh no…” Bogus muttered. He then rushed over in front of the advancing group and readied his shotgun. “Oh no you don’t! Not in MY tavern!”
“Out of the way, Bogus!” The drunk yelled. “Plum over there can’t go around and sucker-punch women like he is some type of pimp on the streets!”
“Look, I am not saying what Spot did was right, but what are you doing is not that better!” Bogus scolded.
As Bogus and the group of angry drunks had taken turns yelling at each other, Chervil looked down at the drunk that she was holding was trying in vain to escape from her grasp. She groaned while shaking her head.
“Palayo, go and get Spotty there out of harm’s way!” Chervil instructed.
The blue-haired man nodded his head before making his way over to Spot before the small angry mob had enough patience with Bogus.
“Come on, Spot.” Palayo said, grabbing the purple-clad Anthro by the arm. “I don’t know what came over you but…”
That was when Spot had sunk his teeth into Palayo’s arm as hard.
“YOW!” Palayo cried out before retreating his hand back and getting everyone’s attention.
“...That is what you get for touching me.” Spot spat with a disturbingly cold look on his face.
Bogus held his head in disbelief. “Sheesh, out of all people, I wouldn’t had expected SPOT to be such a violent drunk!”
“See? That mutt has no care for anyone!” One of the drunks yelled. “He needs to learn a lesson!”
By this time, the Great Dane had slowly snapped out of her daze and held her head in pain. After shaking her head to get rid of the cobwebs. Looking up, she saw Spot and immediately growled. Slowly getting up to her feet (Emphasis on slowly), she glared at Spot.
“Hey! What was THAT for!?” The Great Dane roared.
“You tried to get friendly with me.” Spot said, simply without turning his head.
“And THAT’S why you smashed a glass in my face!” The Great Dane asked in disbelief. “Because I tried to be NICE!?”
Spot quickly turned his head with a dark look on his face. “Don’t try to be nice to me. You will never understand.”
“Never understand?” The Great Dane asked in disbelief. “Of course I will never understand why you are such a prick!”
“A prick? Oh, you naive, stupid woman.” Spot said before looking away. “No one could see the pain I had gone though! You are all too busy just sitting and drinking away as if the cruelty of the world doesn’t exist.”
Bogus stared, blinking his eyes. “A violent drunk is one thing… But an ANGSTY drunk?”
Spot glared at the Great Dane. “And that is why I attacked you. You think you could be buddies with me! But in truth, you could never see the turmoils I had been through! So get lost before I punch you in the face!”
“What!?” The Great Dane exclaimed.
“Not only he is unapologetic for hitting a lady but he threatened to do so again!” One drunk pointed out.
“I’d seen enough!” Another drunk roared. “Let’s lynch him!”
The small crowd of drunks had agreed, enthusiastically while pumping their arms into the air and advancing forward. Chervil gritted her teeth, getting fed up with the situation. Putting up the drunk in her hands, she raised the drunk over her head.
“Bogus, get out of the way!” Chervil yelled before throwing the drunk into the rest of the drunks. Bogus’ eyes widened before jumping backwards to avoid being pinned down as the drunks fell just like bowling pins. All of them laid on top of each other, groaning in pain.
“Whoa, nice throw!” Bogus congratulated.
“What is WRONG with you people!?” The Great Dane roared.
“What’s wrong with US!? What’s wrong with YOU!? Acting like you know everyone!” Spot spat.
“Shut up!” The Great Dane yelled before pulling her fist back. “I am going to teach you some manners!”
That was until Palayo stepped forward and grabbed the Great Dane’s wrist before placing it behind her back.
“Uh-uh-uh! Two wrongs do not make a right.” Palayo scolded, mildly.
“Right. I don’t tolerate drama.” Chervil said, narrowing her eyes as she walked over to Spot and quickly grabbed him from behind before pinning one hand behind his back and placing his head onto the counter.
“H-Hey!” Spot snapped. “What do you think you are doing!?”
“What does it LOOK like?” Chervil challenged
“Trouble? I am already in so much trouble!” Spot roared. “The scars of the pasts continued to ache even to this day!”
“Aw, cry me a river!” Chervil said, getting fed up with Spot’s whining.
“Don’t even joke.” Bogus muttered, just as irritated. “He will just try to drown himself in it.”
Chervil rolled her eyes with an annoyed grunt. “Bogus, we are going to put these idiots out back. Could you look after the rest of these guys while we are gone?”
“Don’t worry. As much as I want to say otherwise, this isn’t my first time dealing with an angry mob of drunks.” Bogus reassured. “Now get Spot out of here before he pisses off anyone else!”
“So that is what I am to you?” Spot asked. “Waste of air! This is why I stand with what I say! Nobody understands me!”
“Oh, shut up!” Chervil snapped as she dragged Spot to the nearest entrance with Palayo following her while still carrying the Great Dane. Bogus watched them leave before looking at the pile of drunks. He then groaned before holding his head with his free hand.
Al gritted his large teeth as he used the long chain on anchor to tie another drunk’s hand together. However, said drunk was giving up without a fight as he struggled in vain to try to escape the alligator’s grasp.
“Get off me, Jaws!” The drunk roared.
“Yeah… No.” Al muttered.
“Aw, come on! I just wanted to ask that cute babe on a date!” The drunk whined.
“Touching a woman by the breasts does NOT count as asking!” Al scolded.
“Aw, don’t be such a prude!”
Al shook his head in disgust before looking around the area. Even with so many people actively trying to stop the madness, it seemed to be only delaying it by a small margin. This was like a huge nightmare.
Suddenly, another drunk had crashed in front of him, startling the waiter. He then noticed that there was a rope tied around said drunk’s ankles. Pep then walked over while carrying the rest of the rope and used it to tie the drunk’s hands together.
“Uh-uh-uh! Not so fast, bucko!” Pep scolded. “Where do you think you are going with that knife?”
“Aw, come on! I just wanted to stab somebody’s eyes out!” Said drunk pleaded.
“Yeah, sorry I am allergic to getting my eyes stabbed out so I am automatically biased against you!” Pep said, flatly.
Al frowned when he saw his pelican friend, struggling with the drunk. This was supposed to happen. His sailor friends were not supposed to be helping him deal with a bunch of crazy drunks. After an experience like this, they may never want to come to the Heroes’ Hideout ever again.
Then, Pep had noticed Al was literally sitting nearby. “Oh, Al! How is the damage report going so far?”
“Huh?” Al asked before snapping back to reality. “Oh, the tavern had completely been destroyed if that’s what you’re asking…”
Pep frowned. “Yeah, that is what I had been asking…”
Al let out a deep sigh. “I am sorry…”
Pep raised an eyebrow. “Sorry? What for?”
“Well…” Al started.
“B-B-Bob! Please! Control yourself!”
Al and Pep’s eyes widened before turning in the direction of the scream. There, they saw Nathan struggling with another drunk. However, said drunk was actually another waiter. He was definitely taller and more well-built than Nathan which was when he was having so much trouble. He had brown fur with a black cowboy hat. This was Bob.
Pep blinked twice. “Um, isn’t that one of the waiters?”
Al let out an annoyed grunt. “Yes…”
“Then why the hell is HE drunk?” Pep asked in disbelief.
“I don’t know, but it is clear that Nathan needs help! Come on!” Al urged as he got up to his feet, feeling the drunk he was dealing with bound by his anchor while still trying to escape. Pep quickly did the same thing with his own drunk.
“B-B-Bob!” Nathan begged, pulling on the coyote’s arm. “P-Please! It is dangerous out here!”
“NotuntilIteachthatidiotalesson!” Bob roared, mushing his words together before glaring at another direction. “Nowyaseehereyouprick!”
Pep blinked twice. “Um, what did he say?”
Al merely shrugged. “Got me.”
Nathan turned his head to see Al and Pep. “Oh, Al! Thank goodness you and your friend is here! Please, I need help getting Bob to safety!”
“Sure, we are on it!” Al reassured before stepping forward. “Come on, Bob.”
“NoThisidiothadbumpedintomeandnowheneedstolearnsomerespect!” The coyote yelled before glaring at the person he had in mind. “HeyIamtalkingtomyou!”
Al and Pep both blinked twice at what was going on.
“Um, does this Bob guy ALWAYS had a vendetta against that singing fish mount?” Pep asked, raising a finger.
“No… I think Bob is just a stupid drunk…” Al muttered.
Unfortunately, the canine had heard that and whirled around, not looking pleased. “Whatdidyasayaboutmejaws!?”
Al winced before holding up his hands. “Whoa, easy there, man. I was just…”
“Soyouthinkyoucouldjustgoaroundandcallingeveryoneidiots!?” Bob roared before advancing forward while rolling up his sleeves. “OhhellnawIamgoingtotakemyfootandshoveitrightupyer…”
Al, Pep and Nathan winced when Bob fell onto his face hard where he lay there dazed for a moment. The latter groaned before propping himself onto his hands. He then growled before glaring down.
“HowdareyattackmeIwillbeatyouup!” Bob yelled. He then started to pound his fist around the floor. The others blinked twice.
“Um, is he attacking the floor as if it had tripped him?” Nathan asked, flatly.
“Yes.” Al sighed.
The three had turned their heads to see another demon waiter rushing like Nathan rushing over. However, said demon was definitely different compared to the others. This was David.
“Sorry, but could you help me out here?” David asked, a bit short of breath from running.
“Um, sure.” Al said before crouching down and picking up Bob off of the ground. “Just let me stop this “brawl”.”
“Getoffofme!” Bob roared before spitting at the ground and judging by the direction of the glare, that was his target.
“Oi, it is cowardly to spit on an opponent.” Al muttered before looking at David. “Alright, David, what is it?”
“Um, well, I…” The man said, clearly struggling to put his problem into words. He then pointed to the side. “Ugh, just look for yourself…”
Al, Pep and Nathan turned their heads and immediately, their eyes widened at what they had seen.
Lying down on the ground was another waiter. He was a green-scaled crocodile with an X-shaped on his snout. For some reason, there was an empty can between his jaw. This was Boris.
“Everyone, look at me! I’m ART!” The crocodile announced.
Al, Pep and Nathan’s eyebrow twitched at the scene. How was anyone supposed to react to something like this?
“That’s right! Be awed at my beauty!” Boris announced. “Go ahead and throw diamonds! Lovely, crunchy diamonds! Then I could be the mascot for Colgate!”
Al blinked twice.
“Okay, how the hell did this madness started in the first place?” He piped up.
“You tell me!” David said before looking at Nathan. “Nathan, you were the bartender for the evening. Do you know how this could happen?”
The dark-skinned man raised his hands in defense. “Hey! I just served the drinks! Honest!”
“Even still, do you remember serving any strange drinks? Or at least strong.” David asked.
“No.” Nathan said, shaking his head. “This had been a normal night just like always!”
“Hey! Thatismyenemyyouarebeatingupgiveitback!” Bob yelled at the top of his lungs at Boris.
“Oh, goody!” The crocodile said, looking up. “Another adoring fan! I love you!”
David groaned as he rolled his eyes. “Define normal, Nathan.”
Al then looked at Pep. The pelican was looking away, scanning around the remaining chaos that was going on. He seemed to have a worried look on his face. Al frowned when he realized the whole night was ruined. How would he ever face him and the other sailors after this night again?
Al snapped out of his daze before looking in the direction of the noise. It was then their eyes had bugged out at what they had seen. Standing over a smashed table was Suzie who was carrying her axe with her head down.. Normally, this would have been an already frightening scene.
However, she was drunk.
“Oh no…” Al said, wishing that this was some kind of nightmare and that he would wake up at any moment.
“You idiots…” Suzie said before raising her head with a furious look on her face. “You idiots are too damn loud!”
With that, she was going to raise her axe and raised it over her head.
“It looks like I have to shut you up myself!”
“It is official… There is no such thing as gods…” David muttered.