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Black nails clicked on the concrete walk below him. 'God damn newspaper. I'd rather fuck one of those rank ass whores on Andrew's Boulevard than work there again.' Tony thought to himself as he weaved in the crowd of citizens rushing to and fro. Tony kept his face low as he walked, avoiding eye contact. After a while of walking he finally came across a familiar building with a familiar sign hanging above the door. The sign read:

Perry's Tavern

Have a drink or two, friend.

Tony pushed open the door, his brown ears twitching as the bell jingled above the door.

"Tony!" Perry called from behind the polished wooden counter. "Whats up my man?" The orange fox spoke with a slightly dry, yet young voice. "Shut it, Perry and get me a shot of Jack on the rocks." Tony said quietly and out his hands on his eyes, pushing up his forehead. "God save me, you better make it the whole bottle, Perry."

"Comin' right up, Mr. Richardson." He slid the wolf his glass of whiskey and returned with the bottle and another glass in hand. "That was a real sweet story you wrote about Dori's Bakery, man." Perry said as he poured a bit of jack in his own glass followed by a river of cola. "I remember when I ws young, Dori used to hand out free smaples to my siblings and I. Her chocolate chip cookies are so good, I tell ya." "Please, don't." Tony replied, pouring his third glass at the moment. "I don't want to hear another word about Dori or her fuckin' cookies." He downed the glass and began to pour another.

"Sorry, didn't mean to upset you or anything, Tony." The fox looked saddened, this made Tony feel like a total jerk. "Look, I walked out on work today. I know I went and blew it this time, Perry. Its just that fucking Tennison, expect the pope to show in town every fuckin day. Or the damn president to come a knock, knock, knockin at my door." Tony took a final shot and slammed the glass on the counter.

He got up from his barstool and took a few unsteady steps toward the door.

"Hey, Tony. This Jack's on me." Perry said and poured himself another glass. "You be careful walking the streets buzzed like you are." He tipped the glass towards Tony and the wolf waved him a goodbye and walked outside.

He finally stumbled into his apartment, his breath smelling of whiskey and his clothes stank with the smell of Perry's Tavern. He cleared his throat as he made his way into the kitchen, flipping on the light.

"Where the hell have you been, Tony?" His girlfriend asked from the kitchen table, her spotted tail lashing.

"Oh God, not now, Kim. It's been a rough day." Tony leaned against the counter.

"Apparently not rough enough." She spat out. "A fucking skunk could smell your stank ass over their own spray! Whiskey, I bet."

"Look, if you want to be a bitch. Go be a bitch. Just not here."

"Damn it, Tony. What the hell is up with you? I bet you lost your fucking job again." She crossed her arms and tried to catch Tony's eye, but she couldn't. "You did? Again?! What the fuck, Tony?!"

Now he was really aggravated. "Kimmy. I love you, but you are being a total bitch right now, and I can't deal with it. Go." Tony pointed to the door and looked Kim straight in the eye. "Get the fuck out."

Kim whipped back her left hand and smacked Tony's cheek. "Bitch, are you telling me to move the fuck out? I fuckin pay the bills here, because you can't hold a decent job for shit!" Kim growled.

"Kimmy! You go out and fucking party with Amy and her group of whores then you go and get so caught up on doing some old hag's nails, then you want to come home and fucking rag on me for going to the bar! Damn it, Kim, you make no damn sense!" Tony barked at her.

Kimmy looked at Tony with her emerald eyes. "I'm fucking gone. If you want to apologize I'll be Valarie's." She stormed into their room and grabbed her gym bag and some clothes. She came out of the room and opened the front door, but before she could close it behind her, Tony spoke. "Doesn't Valarie work over on Andrew's?"

"Oh, shut your fucking trap, you asshole!" Kimmy slammed the door and left the apartment building.

Sighing, Tony stumbled into his room where he passed out on the bed.