After the Nighthowler incident, Judy and Nick begin to have feelings for each other, and their friendship and growing love interests are strongly prejudiced because they are Prey and Predator.
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The Hoedown was in full swing when we arrived, or at least when I arrived. So far, I hadn't seen Judy. I swiveled my head around and picked at my clothes, trying to put them in correct places.
"I don't know about this Carrots, I look like a complete idiot!" I muttered absentmindedly I pulled up my hat and realized Judy had been standing next to me. She smiled when she saw my starstruck face.
"W-wow J-Judy, you look, um, good! I mean great! I mean you look well, I mean...Judy, you ah, you dress up nice," I tried to smile at her in a normal way.
She laughed. "Jill "lost" my costume, sooo, I racked my brain and improvised!" You know me, always hmmm...sly bunny?"
"Yes, well, officer Hopps it seems in this getup I am the "dumb fox" huh?"
She giggled.
"Weeellllll, allllrighty then! Git yer gear sugar plum! Lets hit the rootin' tootin' dance floor! WHOO! Can't leave it dancin' by abisselfa!" I grabbed Judy's hand and we made our way to the dance floor.
"Oh come on now Nick, you're milking it."
"With this getup, I am obligated to milk it."
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Jill watched sullenly as her little sister and the fox laughed and jumped all the way to the dancing area, unpleased that her ploy to wreck Judys costume did not out-smart her. Although, she thought, Judy is a cop, she might be slightly smarter than she looks, even if she is pathetic.
Jill walked over to the edge of the party, near the fence and crossed her arms.
"Weeell, well! Still lurking in the shadows I see...nice costume by the way." Max Midnight sauntered over to her and leaned on the fence too.
"Sooo, what? back for more pitchforks and torches? Couldn't get enough of our enmity?" Jill pried, trying to get under Max's skin.
"Hmm, something like that." He murmured. Max swished his drink around a couple of times.
"Just look at her! Some nerve, out there...dancing with that, that, that fox!" Jill pressed.
Max paid no attention. "Sounds to me like someones a little green-eyed..." Max smiled inwardly.
"WHAT?!? Of THAT? That inter-racial deep shit?" Jill pointed vigorously at the pair, as they jiggled to Gizelle's new hit single.
Max peered into his cup like he might find something more interesting. "Inter-shminter." He mumbled softly.
Jill swung her ears around behind her back. "Of COURSE you would say that scar face." She sashayed over to Max and pointed at the scars that ran vertically down his face. "Do you think I want my sister to end up like you? HUH? I see you're still carrying around that souvenir from your failed adventure." Jill reached out towaeds his tooth necklace and tried to grab it. But Max was faster and grabbed her wrist tightly, turning to face her.
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But Jill pulled away and rubbed her wrist. "Don't touch me, freak!"
Max grinned. "'Don't touch me,' Well that's a first." He began to walk away.
