Girl's Night, Aborted
Carla Fangmeyer had met many different kinds of drunks in her day. It came with being a police officer. There were happy drunks, sad drunks, angry drunks, horny drunks, sloppy drunks, sleepy drunks. Judy Hopps... was a drunk all her own.
"I'm a total trash mammal!"
Carla ignored the looks from other mammals enjoying Saturday night, steering the minuscule bunny back to the tiger's car. Girls' night out might need some fine tuning, apparently.
“Carla, do you… do you think Nick likes me? I really like him…”
“I’m sure he does, Hopps. Now come on, home we go.” Carla opened the passenger door, offering a paw to help that, after a moment’s swaying in space, Judy accepted with a hiccup. “That’s my girl.”
“Not a… girl…” Judy yawned as Carla secured her seatbelt. “I’m a… real cop…zzz…”
Taking her driver’s seat, Carla shook her head, chuckled, smiled. “You sure are.”