She looked troubled when he opened the door- not proper and poised like usual, her outfit consisted of a lengthy trench coat halfheartedly tied, a mess of hair in disarray, and a wobbling stance that seemed like she’d not slept at all the last night.

Foxy blinked once, offered an obviously drunken smile and threw open the door to his home, beaming brightly at Joy, Celestria Coyote, whom was biting her lower lip quietly.

“Joooooy! Joy….haaaay! Hey there! Whats….whats up?” Foxy grinned quietly, leaning against his door frame with his half empty bottle of local dangling from his fingertips. Joy smiled sadly and glanced the boy over, his soft blue fur ragged and slipshod, while his stance betrayed what she already knew.

“Hello Foxy. I’ll make this short so you can get back to…ruining what’s left of your dignity. Have you seen Chaos? Is he here? He’s been gone for …I don’t know. Is he here?” She asked again, not daring to let a flicker of hope spark in her chest. She waited eagerly for the drunken vulpine’s answer, and Foxy glanced back into his house and then up at Joy thoughtfully.

“…Chaos? Ahhhh….Heh. Nope…nope, I mean, He was here, but I don’t remember the last time I saws him. I mean, I mean, I don’t…I mean…ok. OK, wait, hang on. OK. …ok. He’s not here.” Foxy quipped quietly. The elder coyote slowly nodded her head, biting at her lower lip. It took a moment, but she decoded the cryptic drunken statement .

“If you see him…If…Nevermind.” Joy sighed, and almost smiled when foxy held up his bottle towards her. Even drunken and wasted, he still seemed like he had a heart of gold. Or something of equal or lesser value.

“If…If he comes around I’ll tell you. Y, you wan, you wanna come in? I got Boones farm! And, ananananand…duh…duuhhhh, I gotsa MORE Boones Farm. “He smiled warmly. Joy offered a sad smile, and reached over to snag the bottle Foxy was offering her, taking a slow swig before returning it to Foxy’s hand. A good day to start drinking is when your son runs away right before Christmas.

“Swing by the hospital and I’ll see if I can’t get you another liver.” Joy sighed. Foxy flashed a bright smile and thrust a set of fingers into the air.

“WHOOOOoooooo expanded life expectancy! Th, that is awesome! Thas awesome! Oh…OH Shit, you…you are the MAN! Dude! …Serious! “Foxy squealed happily, and collapsed to the floor. He was dead. OR passed out or something. Joy didn’t really care to check. She did take the bottle he was holding though, because wasting it would have been alcohol abuse, and it’s what Foxy would have wanted.



“Well hello beautiful.” Rush grinned warmly, adjusting the belt of his robe while he looked up at Joy, who glared at him quietly.

“Would you, like to come in…get comfortable? I’ve got Fresca.” Rush purred quietly, waggling his eyebrows. Joy stared.

“Boy, I will beat you to death with your own tail.” The coyote snapped, forcing Rush to immediately stand up and flash a nervous smile.

“Yes, ma’am. Sorry ma’am. What can I do for you?” He mewed. Joy rolled her eyes and glanced into Rush’s messy house.

“Do you know where Chaos is? And make sure you don’t get pan pregnant.” The tired mother sighed.

“MOTHER!” Came a sharp bout of disregard from somewhere in the house. Rush grinned darkly.

“Well if you like you can hang out with us and make sure that doesn’t happ-HAAAAAOKOKOKOK! CHAOS! RIGHT! NOPE DON’T KNOW! HAVEN’T SEEN HIM!” The feline whined, when Joy reached down and squeeeeeezed the crotch of Rush’s robe as hard as she could.

“If you see him, let me know, please.” She snorted, and let Rush collapse to the floor in a heap of sorrow. Joy grumbled quietly to herself and turned away, shaking her head with a huff of disappointment, while Pandora poked her head free of the couch the moment her mother was gone.

“Were you hitting on my mom?!” She snarled. Rush whined, looking up from the floor.

“SHE’S HOT! IT’S NOT MY FAULT YOUR MOM IS A MILF! IF ANYTHING IT’S YOURS! YOU GAVE HER THOSE HIPS WHEN YOU WAS BOR- you’re gonna nail me right in the balls, aren’t you?” The feline whimpered, and squealed when he felt the sharp kick of the coyote.

“Yup…I’ll miss you lefty…”The feline sobbed, ears only barely registering the sound of the door opening and shutting as Pandora left in a huff.

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