Feline Hangover

[Tackle]

"No worries Night, its typical of a novice. But that was enough to mess you up in a few minutes so its all good. I really can't believe you've never done this." Well, Nightingale wasn't exactly much of a risk taker. It may had been a bit surprising but honestly she wasn't ready to do things. Alone, at least. This was odd about her personality. She loved to be alone, to not have to worry about somebody or a mate or kits or even a whole entire clan. She didn't want to fail. In the forest, she would usually hunt for prey, visit Red, walk back, lie down in the sun somewhere, and go visit Red yet again. It was boring but it was also her life.

Red would've never approved of their drinking. She tried to shake the fowl smelling liquid off of her face, but it wasn't working. It'd dried and it was sticky as hell. She couldn't help but recall his words, and she did want to drink her problems away. Honestly, she missed her mother, she hated her boring life, and most importantly, she wanted a purpose. She didn't want to sleep and sun all day, though how relaxing it was. She needed something to complain about.

"I'll finish that if you don't mind, I think I can handle it," She rolled her orbs at his words, padding over to the new spot on the tiled floor. She leaned the dark colored, oddly shaped bottle to his open mouth. His last words were, "Don't hold back pansy." She decided to pour it especially faster, "Yeah, pansy, huh?"

To be honest though, she was expecting to feel a lot more different. She didn't She just felt quite filled.

[FAGGOT]

Salem eagerly presented his mouth with open jaws and inviting throat as the drink washed into his mouth. He gulped as fast as he could without choking to death breathing rapidly out his nose. But as he drank his mind went blank, and it wasn't because of the alcohol. He couldn't remember the last time he did something like this. Have fun with someone else. He felt oddly weird not being alone now, he expected when he first broke in to be alone and that was fine. But now...he was strangely alot more happy and proud to be interacting with someone else other than demanding directions for his dangerous game. He only wondered what Lacy would think about what he was doing. Was this pitiful excuse for some fun really what she would approve of now, and only because he wanted to forget more than anything.

But reality came sprinting back with the call of a cough coming up. He hadn't realized it but he wasn't even breathing. Hurriedly he raised himself up coughing and spilling the drink all over his neck. Salem knew what was happening. As he coughed horridly his nose began releasing a familiar liquid. He covered his nose in vain attempt to hide his weakness. Turning to Night he simply stared in horror before jumping up and stumbling down the hall.

How could he have been so stupid? He always forgot and always was vulnerable. She could be a killer, a thief, anything that could take advantage of the situation. Slamming his side up against a half closed door he fumbled into the room. He didn't even try to turn on the lights, they were more than likely on top of the counter and instead felt his way around the room. Finally finding his salvation he climbed in and placed his paws around a knob and quickly twisted it. The noise of water smashing into a hard surface ignited throughout the house and in desperation felt his way up the water line. Gabbing something that felt like a large metal pin he pulled it up. A second that seemed like five minutes went by and before Salem knew it he was sprayed with water from above sending him to the bathtub floor. He sighed heavily as his limb and metal strength started returning. He sprawled himself out and silently waited.

[Tackle]

She tilted the glass towards the tom's maw, trying to balance it between her paws without completely falling. It was a weird feeling, being without Red, or even not doing what she did everyday. Her strict schedule had been ruined by this dark figure before her. Why did she want to stay so much? Was it loneliness that had sucked her into this situation, much like a blackhole? The breaths from his nose were loud and she couldn't help but wonder if she sounded like that when she was drinking the putrid liquid. She suddenly realized she lost count, and altogether his breaths went quiet. She tilted her audits towards him, silently begging for his breaths to come back.

He rose from his spot, the liquid spilling on his neck, much like what she had done. Hadn't he had experience? Was this his first time drinking the liquid too? It all happened so fast. The rank smell of blood made it's way into her nose, and she saw the tom rushing away from her, running. Had he fucked her up, only to run away? She chased him into a dark room. She attempted to walk, but it was dark and she began to stumble over her paws. She crossed her eyes on purpose, "What the fuck!" she growled, trying to make her way around the room. She heard him struggle and the sound of rushing water. What was going on?

She attempted to make her way in that direction, the water roaring in her ears. She hated water, but she knew how to solve this problem. Her apprentice, Brightpaw, constantly got nose bleeds before she was killed by a badger. The medicine cat knew how to solve the problem, shouldn't Nightingale be able to? She felt the water rushing down her sides, and fought the panic of drowning. Yet, the water wasn't rising. It was mysterious, but she didn't have time to ponder the thought. It was dark and she could feel panic rising in her chest. "Salem, you fuck! I know how to fix this problem!" she hissed.

She tried to turn circular knob, believing it would turn the water off, but instead the water got icily cold. She began yowling, and turned it more, biting her lips and clenching her teeth. She then, managed to turn the water off. She climbed out of the tub, crawling on the ground, trying to find something like a leaf. Birdfur had always told Brightpaw to tilt her head back and use a leaf. There weren't any leaves in this twoleg home! She slipped her mouth on something soft, much like her nest back at camp, or the feathers of a nice piece of fresh-kill. She tore it off and struggled her way back to the tub. She must've looked like a rat, trying to aid to the tom. She felt like a rat, her fur plastered to her skin like that. She hated being wet, and could barely remember the last time she'd been soaked like this.

Her vision got blurry, though there wasn't much to see. She began to squint her eyes, tripping. She squabbled her way back into the tub, claws slipping on the material. "Salem, tilt your head back," she growled, "just trust me." Her mouth was full of the soft 'feathers' so her speech was muffled and her tongue felt dry. Her eyes were begging, but she suspected the tom couldn't see her through the thick darkness. She was just hoping he would comply, and stop being so stubborn. She was a lot smaller then him, he could kill her with one hit.

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[FAGGOT]

"Salem, you fuck! I know how to fix this problem!" Night sweared after him.

Salem shook his head and let out a heavy sigh. "Sure you do. Like all the rest." he mumbled over the roaring water. It took him a few moments to realize it but she was in the tub with him. Fidgeting around she kicked him a few times in her search for something. She was probably trying to turn off the water. What a train wreck this would end up being. But a rather horrible thought filled his mind and spoke against his better judgment. Raising himself up he heard Night trying to twist the knob.

"Hey. If you're gunna turn that knob make sure it goes ri-"

As if a grenade with all of winter's icy embrace exploded right in shower he was smacked in the face by a cold blast of water. Needless to say, Salem was anything but amused at Night's attempts at helping.

"Dude motherfuck!" he shouted over the loud wave of cold water. Shielding his face with his legs proved useless against the liquid. But soon enough Night had turned the water off luckily for the two of them. Now freezing and pissed Salem got to his paws. Hearing her trying to struggle out of the tub he contemplated literally kicking her ass out. Thankfully she got and was shuffling around the dark room. Salem once again sighed. This was fucking atrocious. To her it was just a simple nosebleed, why did she care so much?

But again she found her way back into the chilling tub and felt her trying to press something against him.

"Salem, tilt you head back. Just trust me."

Pretty hard to trust he when she was just making everything worse so far. Calling it quits on the too close for comfort meter he placed a paw on her chest and moved her back "Night stop. This isn't a regular nosebleed. I'm fine anyway." he told, slight warning conquering his voice. Jumping out of the bathtub with ease he made his way out into the hallway. Setting course for the orange heatbox he wasn't going to stop for anything.

[Nightingale]

It had to be a normal nose bleed. Right? What else could it had been? "Sure you do. Like all the rest." His mutter made her flatten her ears and regret even trying. Why was she even trying with this stubborn tom? She debated on going back and into the forest, back to her quiet tree, in the quiet forest and forgetting about this night together. It was too late, though. When she tried to press the fluffy substance on his face, he pulled back, and completely resisted. This pissed her off and she tried to press it harder, "Just listen!" she snorted, trying not to slur her words. She was confused but eerily calm.

"Night stop. This isn't a regular nosebleed. I'm fine anyway." "The what is it?" she hissed. She was extremely frustrated and when he started off toward the heat box, she began to chase him and debated on pouncing. Yet, something slowed her down and she could feel herself slightly panicking. She watched as his body drifted away, and attempted to keep up with him. She stumbled over her paws, and fell face first onto the cold ground. She closed her eyes, irritated, tired, and confused all at once. What was going on?