The Bunny and the Bird

It was another normal night at one of Cacoon's many bars. The place was filled by all sorts of creatures getting drunk and just unwinding. For the staff it was increadably busy, particularly one waitress. Dressed in the same outfit as the other waitresses, a typical bunny costume that showed off her body's natural beauty and curves, Aleera was running around the bar. As the most popular of the waitresses, the Viera girl took great pleasure in making humans happy.

"Hey doll, another round over here." One of the men shouted over the music to her. The girl rushed by his table balancing a tray of fresh drinks in her palm. "Yes sir, I'll be with you in just a moment." She told him over her shoulder with a genuine smile. Hurrying she made it to the waiting table and lowered the tray before brushing a bang of her red hair from her face. "So sorry that took so long, here are your drinks." She said as she took each drink off the plastic disk and placed it in front of the person who had ordered it. Holding the tray behind her back she bent over slightly, smiled and asked "Is there anything else I can get you right now?".

When the rest of the table told her that they were fine she headed off to bring the previous male his drinks.

Fury scanned the crowd at the bar in Cacoon. He normally didn't like to come to these places and under normal circumstances, he wouldn't even be here now. In fact, Fury wasn't even really here to have fun. He was hunting down yet another criminal from another world. Fury looked at the picture of the man again. He couldn't figure out how a man who looked so small and defenseless could kill all those people. Shrugging, Fury tucked the picture back into his vest pouch and continued scanning the crowd.

With all the people there, Fury thought it would be impossible to find the man. Heck, he didn't even know if the man was actually there, he was going off a tip. Luckily, though, Fury spotted the man at a table off in the corner by himself. Fury got up from the bar and walked over with his drink. Sitting down across from him, Fury smiled at the wretch of a man.

The short bald man glared at Fury through beady black eyes. It was obvious that he knew who Fury was. The man's left hand fiddled with his drink, swirling it around in his glass, while his right hung down off the table side. "What do you want?"

Fury smirked at the man and kept both hands on the table, making sure to try and stay as non-threatening as possible. "I just want to talk." The man grumbled but made no movement to shoo Fury away. Raising an eye-brow at the man, Fury said, "Well, by now, you know why I am here. You also probably know who I am, which should tell you that I really don't care if I bring you in alive or not. Now, you have to decide on whether you want this to end with you in a jail cell, or in a pool of your own blood."

"Why you cocky son of a-" was all he got to say as he drew out his pistol and brought it up toward Fury. As the pistol came up over the table, Fury was already in motion. His left hand reached out and stopped the gun from raising any higher, while his right drew the knife from it's shoulder sheathe and punched it into the man's throat, spraying blood everywhere.

The room went silent as the man gurgled to breathe. Fury stood up, unloaded the man's pistol, and placed it on the table before wiping his face off and pulling out his cell phone and calling Dusty. Three rings and then an answer, Fury's Famous Freedom Fighters. This is Dusty speaking. How may I help you?"

Fury rolled his eyes and said, "Can it Dusty, I caught our guy.... dead. You and Angel are on clean up." There was an audible grumble from the other side of the line before Fury hung up. Fury moved back to the booth and sat down. He realized eeryone was string at him so he smirked and said, He slipped and fell on my knife. That's why you don't run with sharp objects. Go back to your drinks." Fury sighed with relief as one by one everyone's attention seemed to float away.