Underage Nibbling

Absently Jupiter waved a 'shooing' paw at the boy as he scrambled away and then began to collect the fruit his butt had been blocking. He really was not a kid person. Their high pitch little voices, unabashed stares and general naivety both annoyed and unnerved him. That it was considered a sin to kick them out of the way when they were weird or annoying was a irksome shame. Not that it would stop him if it needed to be done, but it had been his experience that when you did that you summoned forth every do-gooder wannabe hero and gawker in the territory. And that was only fun if you were in the mood for it. Otherwise it was just a pain.

The kid asked him a question and Jupiter, neither pausing what he was doing nor dignifying the kid with a glance, responded, "Hopefully going to get drunk off my ass." And hopefully not alone. He enjoyed the extra level of unfetteredness (not a word, don't care) it gave him, but it was a shame to drink alone. No, he'd do this once to make sure he could make something decent and then he'd find someone tolerably pretty to share it with like a good little sexual deviant.