A late, Friday night. Around 7 PM. The case from last week left him kind of shaken. He took some days off, alone, relaxing in his dorm. However, he found himself taking a walk outside. He liked late walks, with the city lights and all. He sighed to himself, hands in pockets. His eyes fell on a more lightly building, a small hidden bar between two restaurants. He hummed, curiously approaching. Oh well.. what could go wrong?

he walked in, looking around curiously. He sat down at a stool, ordering a drink. The bartender, a cheetah, looked a bit surprised to see a fox there. (Since they were kind of rare in zootopia), but he got him a drink anyway.

he took a sip, enjoying the warm feeling of the liquid burning down his throat. He hadn't had a good one in a while..