A horse patron wanders into a bar to cool off when he meets an equally matched bouncer.

Bar Horse

Stumbling into a bar, Rockii catches himself to avoid toppling over. The horse glares at the incline step leading to the inside, which is actually a bigger than normal step. When the stallion returns to venturing inside, he is met by a striped hyena who inspects him casually. Once complete, and finding nothing suspicious on him, the striped hyena bouncer allows Rockii to pass.

Once Rockii is granted further entry, the stallion marches up to the bar, his eyes set on the bartender manning the counter. When he reaches the counter, he takes a seat, his eyes settling on a spotted hyena bartender manning the counter. Taking a seat at one of the stools, the stallion demands, "Oi, barman! Give me a drink!"

Taking notice of the stallion, the spotted hyena bartender acknowledges him, "What can I get for you? Weak, strong, regular, pick your poison."

Rockii remarks, "If you have Leinenkugel's or Blue Moon or Heineken, I'll take either of those."

"Sure, sure. Coming right up." After cleaning a mug, the spotted hyena moves over to the fridge where he notices several types of liquors, including the ones that Rockii requested. He addresses the stallion on the situation, "Excuse me! Is there any particular one that you want?"

"Leinenkugel's! A Lemon flavored one, if you will!" Rockii suggested.

"There is no Lemon flavored Leinenkugel's." The spotted hyena raises his hands up slightly, elaborating his statement. "We do have Honey Weiss and Orange Shandy if you want that instead!"

When the bartender examines the arsenal again, he suddenly feels a pang of guilt. Right when Rockii opens his mouth, the spotted hyena raises a hand to stop him. "My mistake, sir! We have the Summer Shandy, which is lemon flavored. I'll serve that one right up! Do you want a mug or bottle?"

"Bottle! And I'll also take an Orange Shandy!" The stallion further requested.

After sliding both flavored beverages over to the stallion, the spotted hyena warns, "If you ever feel buzzed or tipsy, make sure you designate someone to drive you home. Had someone claim they can hold their liquor - ended up smacking head-on into a police car."

Unconvinced, Rockii insists, "I am not a drunkard - I can handle it! Besides, what's a little liquor have to do with the police anyway?"

"Not only will you add D.U.I and D.W.I to your record, but you'll also be spending some hard time in the slammer. That's the last place you want to be at." A striped hyena is the voice of reason this time where Rockii whirls to face the hyena on his right. Not even bothered by the skeptical expression on the horse's face, the striped hyena shrugs, "Been to prison before but not for that. Regardless, jail is not the place where you want to be."

"Big words coming from the guy looking all suspicious and whatnot." Rockii obliviously mocks the striped hyena in a taunting manner, not even caring where the conversation goes.

"Warwick is actually right, y'know." The spotted hyena bartender nods understandingly to the striped hyena, who briskly and knowingly returns the gesture. With the horse staring between them, even giving a surprised glare at Warwick, the spotted hyena resumes, "One may claim they're able to drive after just one beverage, but over half of the results show otherwise."

"I can drive myself home, thank you very much!" While Rockii glares accusingly between the two hyenas, Warwick cautions, "Easier said than done. And adding to Antoine's statement, all it does take is one beverage. So the wisest thing to do would involve finding a designated driver to bring you home."

If that wasn't enough to make the horse even more annoyed, Warwick's next question comes as a surprise to the horse. The striped hyena bouncer pointedly remarks, "Why did you come here in the first place? You can't be here just to be stopping by."

Rockii relates with a grumble, "Urgh, work issues and relationship problems. Just problems with my roommate."

"That's it? Nothing else?" Warwick asserted, staring at Rockii with an unconvinced expression. The horse sighs, "That's it, so I just want to escape for a bit."

"If you want to escape for a bit, why not just hit a gym or racetrack?" The striped hyena suggested as an afterthought.

The stallion huffs, "Look, I can't do what I want?! Is that it??"

"Nope. That's not it." Warwick noted pointedly. While shaking his head, the striped hyena claims, "You just need to be reasonable about it; last thing you want is to be pulled over on suspicion of drunk driving. Take it from a former gangbanger."

The stallion huffs through his nose, annoyed with the suggestion still. If he wants to cause trouble, all it'll do is get him thrown out anyway. And Rockii still hasn't touched his own beverages yet. He regards the striped hyena with a glare of disdain while turning his attention to the menu above Antoine. And next to it is a large flat-screen television mounted on the wall that is currently showing a baseball game in progress. But before the horse can open his mouth, a loud commotion erupts behind them, and Antoine ducks suddenly behind the counter!

Warwick grabs Rockii and drops himself and the stallion to the floor when a table chair comes sailing towards the bar area seconds later. One of the patrons must have had overloaded and is now attempting to cause some chaos. However, another spotted hyena is attempting to restrain the rowdy patron, leaving Warwick to assess the situation. The drunk patron, a shaggy-looking wolf, wildly flails about in an attempt to break free while growling, "Let go on me!"

"Not until you calm down or the cops arrive." The spotted hyena keeps a firm hold on the squirming canine. Even Warwick leaves Rockii behind to assist when he rushes up to restrain the wolf, only to receive a headbutt in return…

*BONK!*

"Aggh!! …aah!" While Warwick is left clutching his head from the collision, the spotted hyena puts the drunken wolf into a headlock, and then a chokehold in an attempt to put him to sleep. This time, Antoine comes over, ready to help out and so does Rockii!

The chokehold manages to do the trick where the wasted canine is rendered unconscious while being propped up against a wall. Seeing the sleeping drunk, Antoine turns to the hyena and inquires, "What was all that about, Henry?"

Henry slowly shakes his head while remarking, "I'm still trying to figure that out, myself. One moment he was fine and the next moment, the guy was itching for a fight. I tried to reason with him but I guess he figured he was unstoppable. This is gonna take a while…"

"Warwick, how is your noggin?" Antoine turns to Warwick to assess him. The striped hyena is still rubbing his head, though the pain is beginning to die down. Warwick implies, "I'm fine, though my head still hurts a bit. That was a strong headbutt."

"Well, the police have been called, so someone should be arriving soon." Antoine claimed, gazing between the two. The three hyenas then turn their attention to Rockii, who has gone back and is already finished with his Summer Shandy.

By the time police arrive, the drunken wolf is escorted out in handcuffs, leaving the three hyenas to clean up the small mess that was made. Even Rockii, who was shaken up by the incident, also assisted with the cleaning. Then he goes back to draining his Orange Shandy, but not without ordering a hamburger to eat.

After finishing his meal, Rockii acknowledges both Antoine and Warwick and he finally comes to a conclusion. "You guys may be right, you guys may not. But I will take your advice into consideration. Just don't expect me to pull any favors from you guys, though."

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Rockii belongs to samuleseay from Twitter; Warwick Durham, Antoine Harrison, and Henry Windsor belong to me!