HollyWood

Ch.1- The empty speedwagon

The year is 1990, and at the height of luxury, toons are being subsided. Being a toon isn't the glory it may seem on paper, with newer cooler toons being more popular and mass produced the older ones are remaining in bars for cheap thrills, beer and sugar. To a discarded toon, any performing job, no matter how low, is a blessing.
Of course, for the star rabbit, Bugs Bunny, work is easy for him. He's well beloved and a symbol for the warner brothers, and could never be replaced. When the newer younger toons gained their popularity, the older toon were overjoyed but that feeling soon became filled with anger and paranoia. Feelings a guy like Bugs Bunny could never feel.

But, today, December 20th, nearly afternoon, Bugs walked outside of the studio, yawning his way to his car. He was tired, after all a hard day of work is a hard day of work. He took a peek in his other direction to see his other toon pal's celebrating and cheering after their rap party. And, that's when he heard a," ACHOO!" coming from around the corner behind some stairs beside his car. Curious and frantic, the bunny walked over to where he heard this sound. It was then he found this very worn green blanket jittering by the stairwell. He poked the ball of shivers only for it to respond in a cry of fear. But, wait a seco-
"DAFFY?!"
He removed the blanket to see a shivering malnourished black duck huddling by these cement stairs.
"Whattt? Noooooo! I don't know who this Daffy person is but if I find him, I'll let you know."
"Daffy, I know it's you."
"YOU CAN'T PROVE ANYTHING RABIT!", the duck forcefully grabbed the blanket and pulled it over his body.
Bugs kneeled down and slowly pulled the blanket down his face, "Daffy, what are you doing out here?"
The duck stared with an intense sense of sadness and in 2 seconds he popped up onto his feet, with his usual who-cares attitude. "I was out researching for a part pfttt of course you'd get all sappy for something out of nothing." he lets out a laugh filled with his lisp. He then walks over to Bugs' car and lets himself in the passenger side, sitting down like he owned it."Come on, let's go!! I'm waiting JEEVES!!"
Bugs' let out a sigh and annoyance filled his body, trying to figure out why he made himself slightly vulnerable to the duck sitting in his car. He sits himself into the drivers' seat and puts the car in neutral, when he glances to the right, he sees Daffy making himself comfy and wearing his new pair of sunglasses, checking himself out in the car mirror. "So, where to Miss Daisy?"
The duck turned to Bugs, "Who's Miss Daisy?"
"YOU are!"
"I've literally never heard that name in my life."
"Ughhh, you just called me Jeeves!"
"Who did?"
"Ughhhhh you're impossible!!!" Bugs' planted his head into the steering wheel, let out a sigh and then composed himself and starting to drive his way out of the studio. Once, they finally made a stop before the turn onto the highway, Daffy responded, "I think you mean "implausible".
Bugs' put the car in park and took a moment to look into Daffy's eyes. There was nothing but elevator music behind those eyes. Nothing in his head except dust where a brain should be. "Not another word or I'm kicking you out of this car!!" Once out on the highway, driving for at least 10 minutes it was then he realized he still had no idea where he was driving to. He opened his eyes and crooked his eyebrows and looked at Daffy, who was seemingly the most peaceful he ever saw him, looking out the window and slouching his body on the car door. He looked mesmerizing, watching the street lights dancing on top of him in the most beautiful orange light. But Bugs knew he had to end that peace, because he still did not know where he was driving to. He started with some random noises to try and make this seem less awkward as possible and then passively saying, "So, where am I going again? Heh" He was both panicked and awkward, in which Daffy sat up slowly and begun laughing hysterically. He wipes his tears from laughing and leans on the car door again, Bugs confused and embarrassed in the background behind him with a red face. "I don't know you told me not to speak any more." He grinned slyly. A red Bugs filled with anger and embarrassment yelled, "Fine, I'll just take you to the "Empty Speedwagon"!!"
The duck rose up again and looked at him confusingly, "Isn't that a band?" The Bunny rested his eyebrows low to his eyes in frustration. "No, that's "REO Speedwagon" The duck faced forward just leaving an "oh."
Bugs pulled his car into this parking lot with this medium tall block building filled with neon signs in the front. That's right, the "Empty Speedwagon" was a bar! Ooh and diner!
Once the car was parked, they both headed inside and walked into a jazzy cozy area filled with tables and a bar to one side and a buffet on the other. They grabbed a seat at the bar. The stools had spinning seats and were slightly taller then Daffy anticipated. With Bugs already sitting and watching the estranged bird get personally attacked by a chair, he held onto the bars of it without him seeing and finally Daffy was able to sit down. "Well, that was easy. Pffft."
Bugs sighed and the bartender made his way to them. Daffy pointed his finger at the man already standing right in front of him,"Hey, bus boy! Get over here!" The man furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance and looked over to Bugs, who was sweating nervously.
"What do you boys want?"
Bugs leaned over to Daffy's ear, "Hey, you brought money with you, right?"
The duck turned to him in confusion, "Money? I didn't even know i was coming here!"
Bugs annoyed responded with, "well at least open your wallet and check!"
Daffy, nonchalantly refuted, "I don't carry a wallet." Bugs slapped his forehead and grumbled, "Fine, I'll pay for yours, you can just pay me back..."
"I don't know what that means but oki *clicks tongue*" Daffy put up both hands and gave him finger guns.
The bartender made a annoyed "ahem" and Bugs realized he was still waiting on them to order something. "Oh yeah..." He chuckled nervously. "I'll just have a bottle of roll n' rock, cold."
He nudged Daffy with his elbow, who was daydreaming. "oh... Uh.... Well, since you're paying.." He winked at bugs. "I'll take the fruitiest pinkest drink you got! Ooh! And add one of those little umbrellas!" The man head his way to the shelves behind him to start making his drink. And, suddenly, Daffy shot up in his seat, planting his palms on the bar, causing Bugs' pupils to shrink in fear. "Ooh! And Garçon, bring me the finest sandwich yall got!!"
"You're gonna get a sandwich?"
"Yeah, why not? You're buying."
Bugs rested his folded arms on the surface of the bar," You're gonna eat a bar sandwich??". Daffy "delicately" placed himself back onto his chair,"Yeah, why?". Bugs was puzzled because he never actually ate from from places like "this", he usually ate food he bought at a market. "Sorry, I just-"
" What is this food not good enough for you?? I'm so sorry, Mr. Hollywood", Daffy was blinking his eyes and clasping his hands together in a sarcastic manner to make fun him and then started giggling at imaging what he must of looked like from another persons view. Bugs wasn't sure how to respond, so he went with anger.
"garçon bring me a sandwich too!"
He said overly confident, pointing at the man literally 3 feet from them.
Bugs looked straight at Daffy in a competitive way, a way that would definitely make him respond some sort of way. "But, I thought Mr.Hollywood was too good for commoner food?"
The rabbit, while unamused, looked at Daffy with a determination to show him, he wasn't the prissy boy he's making him out to be. But, he stayed quite, while Daffy was chuckling at his new nickname for Bugs.
A few minutes passed and the bartender had finally brought out their sandwiches and drinks. Daffy basically inhaled his breaded delight, chewing his food with his eyes closed and a giant smile, making him look somewhat peaceful. Bugs looked down at his sandwich, unsure on how to go about it. Daffy, playing with his drink because he thinks it looks pretty while drinking it with a silly straw, retorted," Boo, You're taking to long ! Its just a sandwich don't be so dramatic." Bugs, angered and embarrassed, took the smallest bite before he exasperated," Oh My God!! This is incredible!!" He managed to eat his whole sandwich in 3 more bites, mind you, this sandwich was the size of your average dinner plate. Daffy looked at him in a I-know-everything type of way, while still continuously drinking out of his silly straw.
"Wow! I need another one!! Bartender, I'd like another one of these!"
Daffy shocked," You're gonna eat another one???"
"They were incredible!!"
Daffy was still flabbergasted.
Bugs looking down at the surface of the bar and tapping his fingers for a slight second and then looking at Daffy," Heh, I guess you were right, Daffy." He looked away and then back at the ducks face to see him shake his head in disbelief.
"What did you say?"
"I said you were right, Daffy."
Daffy, putting on a very soft smile, " You've never said that to me before-"
The bartender placed Bugs' new sandwich in front of him.
"Yeah,....? Yeah... Well people change, heh."
Daffy gave Bugs the biggest self-conscious smile, something he had never seen from him, which, in return, made him smile back.
"So, tell me.... What were you really doing out by that stairwell?"
Daffy's smile quickly faded and slight anger appeared on his face. "I already told you. I was researching for a role in a new picture!"
Conflicted, concern and anger rested on Bugs' face, because he knew Daffy was lying but he didn't question it.
"Well, then lets celebrate!"
Daffy's eyes widened, "Say what and the who now?"
"Garçon! Bring us a round of shots!"
He could see Daffy put on a fame smile and laugh, but he wanted to know what he was hiding, so he kept all his thought to himself.
Bugs finally drunk his beer, while the bartender fixed their shots. And, Daffy was started to nervously suck on that silly straw he loved so much.