Saint Louis, Missouri

Mordecai had had a frustrating night. His co-workers Serafine and Nicodeme Savoy exasperated him. He was tired of the two brothers always taking everything as a joke and not acting with professionalism and responsibility in their work as hitmen and smugglers.

Mordecai was not a drinker but tonight he needed something strong to control his anger. The feline in a formal suit entered the closest bar he found on the streets of San Luis

He sat down and leaned on the counter. The waiter gave him the strongest alcoholic drink he had. It won't be long until Mordecai is no longer the cold, calculating, moody, serious, deadpan killer he always was.

His fur was messy, his little circular GLASSES crooked. He was leaning on the bar waiter. I was delirious. "What did I just drink? When will I get my brain back...?"