Wild Animals

3: Drunken nights

*+*When they get back*+*
*Russia*

Canada and his provinces quickly have a small bar up and running.

We had to get much more that we would ever need for tonight because a huge snowstorm is on the way. It'll snow us all in.

Thankfully Canada is prepared for snow. Heating stations and extra warm clothes are provided for reptiles and amphibians.

There's a warm pool for them as well, including the fish countries. They can stay on land for a long time, but they need to drink so much water when they do.

America's lip is better now.

Sam is drinking and staring the pool. Australia grabs his arm and drags him away. "Stop. You really gotta learn to control yourself! All the other predators can!"

Sam hits Australia with his wing. "Mmmbut they're mammmmals and Iiiiiiim is a brid."

"There are other birds of prey who can control themselves!"

Sam covers his mouth. "Shush boomerang man."

I roll my eyes and go back to drinking my vodka. America is talking with Canada and Mexico, along with some other Central American countries.

I get my phone out of my pocket and play some of the random games I have. Some I like playing, while others are there for boring events when I need something else to do.

Before I know it, I'm done with one bottle. I put my phone away and get up to get another bottle.

I feel someone grab my hat. I put my hand on it to keep it on my head. I can't let anyone see my ears.

Oh shit, I hope America doesn't tell anyone. I don't want to be made fun of for being a ferret when everyone expects a bear.

The person let's go of my hat and I keep walking. I grab two bottles of vodka and go back to where I was sitting.

I open the second bottle and start drinking.

I can tell people around me are getting wary. Oh. Probably because it's easier to make me mad when I'm drunk.

I look at the groups of people talking. Sam is extremely drunk, almost passed out in a chair.

I finish the second bottle. Some people glance over at the sound of the empty bottle on the table. I open the third.

I yawn, then finish the third bottle pretty quickly. I set it down and lean on one hand.

After a while, I get up, stumbling a little. Someone jumps into the room, coming through a door near me and screaming something in their language.

I squeak really loudly.

Everyone looks at me. Chile, the one who scared me, asks "Did you just squeak?"

"No...?"

"You did!"

I cross my arms. "No I did not!"