Conker decided to head on down to the Cock and Plucker to see the guys who fought with him in the Tediz war. It was still pretty late at night, so perhaps the party was still going on. The squirrel made a left at the path and headed towards the bar, looking down at the ground. "At least it's not raining tonight." He thought to himself, folding his arms.
The miserable squirrel stopped in front of the bar, the monk still standing outside reading from his tablet. He paid no attention to the squirrel as he made his way into the bar, and just as Conker thought, a massive party was going on inside, drunken squirrel soldiers singing off-key to the band playing, Gregg asking a female soldier what she thought of cats, cavemen being chased by the drunken Sergeant who thought they were Tediz, and someone Conker hadn't seen before was sitting at a table drinking water. Conker thought it might be good to sit next to what he guessed was a dragon after he got his drink.
The squirrel approached the huge bartender and ordered his usual. A drunken Rodent stumbled over and ordered another drink. "Hey, *hic* Conker! This...this stuff is great!" He said, not even knowing that Conker had just arrived.
Conker nodded and sipped from his beer. "Yeah, it is.." he replied with a sigh.
Rodent burped and took another swig, wrapping his skinny arm around Conker. "Hey, come sit with us!" He slurred, stumbling towards his table.
Conker broke free and looked towards the dragon sitting by himself, then looked over to the table filled with vomitting, drunken squirrels. He didn't know whether to join them, or the dragon.
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