"That's just wrong."
"What?"
Dave pointed to door to the gents, where a 6 foot tall bunny struggled to do up the fly to his leather pants with two oversized paws.
"Don't tell me he tried to piss with the costume on. He'll never get the deposit back."
"Why the hell is he in leather??"
Tim put down his beer and just stared at his mate.
"It's a frigging rabbit in a bar. What's it matter what he is wearing?"
He felt queasy.
"Rob'll skin me. It`s his niece's Easter Bonnet Parade t'morrow."
"What?"
Tim blushed, shaking his head.
"Nothing."
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