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// Tonight, we dine in the streets! (Title slightly related) 
// Story: This is not helping 
// by EverlastingKnightmare 
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       Short chapter, you have been warned.




 “Argh my head, what the hell hit me last night?” I mumbled as I rolled off a.....Table? I pushed myself up and looked around, bodies, mostly knocked out, and stuff. “...Did I cause the end of the world again?” I said, still a bit out of it. I stumbled through the field of snoring bodies and out the front door, where Rikka was mostly blocking it with her snake body and stuff. “Rikka...” I mumbled and pushed her out of the way. “Wake up you silly snake we have to get the hell out of here and find me a bed to sleep in.” She made some muttering as I stepped past her and grabbed my leg. Now I was dragging a half asleep naga that was too weak at the moment to keep herself down yet strong enough to be clung to my leg. As we went the ponies and other races gave me a strange look as I dragged her along. “Where the hell is a hotel when you need one?” I grumbled. I grabbed a pony from a bench and brought it up to my face. “You, where is the hotel?” The pony just yelped and passed out.

        “Fan-fucking-tastic.” I grumbled and dropped the pony. Most guards I passed just whistled nervously and walked the other way, bunch of pansy asses if you ask me.

        “Joooooony! I’m hungry!” I paused and looked down at Rikka rubbing her belly like a little kid asking for a snack.

        “Then eat something.” She did so by getting up, grabbing a pony, and slithering into a alley way. After some pleading, and crunching sounds, she slithered back out licking up any blood left over. “.....I love you.”

        “What was that?”

        “Bitch you heard me.” I grumbled and proceeded to walk until I ran into a wall of random races. “Oy! Out of the way!” I then heard punching. “....Move over.” I quickly pushed my way into the crowd some more until I was able to see what looked like two cat people fighting some guards. “Oh sweet! Bite his bloody head off Ozzy!” I words of encouragement was ignored and more than likely not heard what so ever. As the fight went on I found myself watching the cat dude with the limp arm more than the old one. “Huh.”

        “What is it?” Rikka said, somehow have gotten coiled around me during the fight.

        “I dunno, he seems....Familiar? I think thats the word.....Wait a sec.” I looked down at my left hand, where three rings were suppose to be, but only two resided. “Its Mango! That cheeky mother fucker that stole my ring!” I would have charged in there if it weren't for me being tied up.

        “Jonny, calm down, we’ll get it later, just let the pigs, I mean guards take care of it.” She said while resting he pillows on my head, due to that I was more than willing to wait for later. Soon the battle ended with a net, kind of anticlimactic if you ask me. We proceed with our walk through town until we found a nice tree, in which we climbed it and fell asleep in the cover of the leaves.