"That's what you said the last time, and the time before that, and the time before that...God, is our order here? I'm going to eat so much I'll hurl..."
"Please don't talk about throwing up right now..."
Both felines sat in a booth at the Hangry Hippo waiting for their breakfast orders while they rubbed their aching heads and took sips of their coffee. The last week had been a cycle of Matt and Evan drinking loads of beer at one of the local bars, passing out at one or the other's apartment, waking up hungover, devouring enough greasy food to feel better, and doing it all over again.
"But seriously, I mean it. I have to report to work tomorrow and it'll look bad if I come in on my first day with messy fur and bloodshot eyes," Matt said before taking a swig of coffee.
"Oh yeah, work. I forgot about that..." replied Evan. "I've been meaning to job hunt for the past few days."
"Don't have a job?" asked the tiger. Evan shook his head. "Huh. Well, do you know how to use a widget maker?"
"A widget whatnow?"
"A widget ma- Forget it. Can you pull some levers without getting your paw caught in a press?" asked Matt. The lion nodded as best he could in his hungover state. "Then fill out an application tomorrow at ManufactCo. I'll pull a few string and get you a position. If this branch is like the one I worked at, they'll always be hiring."
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