Not so lightweight

     Yeshua had just come home from work. It had been a good day, he had gotten a large raise, a $200 bonus in cash, and a week's vacation. The construction company for which Yeshua was working had gotten a job to add another story to an existing structure. Everyone had worked extra hard and as a result they finished a week ahead of schedule. All workers involved got a $200 dollar bonus and a week's vacation. Yeshua decided this was cause for celebration.
     Yeshua, after taking off his work clothes, walked to his boxes of possessions he had brought from Bearuskia. About halfway through his clothing box he found what he was looking for. A bottle of genuine Bearuskian vodka, the expensive kind. He walked into his kitchen and put the bottle in the freezer for about 10 minutes, long enough to be chilled. He grabbed a corkscrew and sat down on the couch.
     He turned on his favorite movie and opened up the bottle, letting the pungent aroma of the alcohol fill his nose. As he raised the bottle towards his mouth his breath was condensating in the air from the cold. He touched the bottle to his lips and he took a sip of his drink. He hadn't drank since the day before he left Bearuskia, and it felt good. He took a swig, it sent memories of home flooding back into his head. He took a long swig, he hadn't been able to get any alcohol since he arrived in zootopia.
    He was watching his movie and laughing, it wasn't particularly funny but he was a little tipsy. He took another long swig, it somehow numbed the slight sting from his shot ear. He knew he was supposed to do something soon, something about a coat or a lion, but he was forgetting it more and more as the bottle got more and more empty. The bottle was half empty and Yeshua was already feeling a little dizzy. He took a bigger swig and the bottle was a quarter empty, he could hardly sit upright, but he took another swig and finished off the rest of the bottle.
     Now, as a Bearuskian, Yeshua could hold his alcohol pretty well, but he wasn't a big guy. The last thing he remembered before blacking out was that the protagonist's best friend had just died.
     He sat there for awhile, staring into nothing, before he got up and walked out the door. He wasn't walking in a straight line as he stepped outside into the rain. It was 8:00 p.m. so very few people were outside. The rain soaked into his fur and weighed him down slightly, but he was in no mental state to care. He walked down the street, water sloshing at his bare feet. A few neighbors saw him as he reached the end of his street and walked into the forest.
     He was out among the tree, his heavily intoxicated mind was telling his limbs to do all sorts of things. Rubbing on trees, rolling in wet grass, licking his legs. He was going to have a massive hangover when he finally came to but that was the future and right now he was concerned with somewhere to sleep.
     He woke up the next morning with a massive hangover. He was laying on a branch in tree, stark naked. His clothes were sitting on the ground below in a pile. He quickly and carefully descended the tree. He put on his clothes and started walking towards civilization and home, where he would take some painkillers and go back to sleep.