Grouse Thicket drinking at a playground, tequila for one

Wow. The girl definitely had to have some more apples, in Bruges' opinion, because she definitely needed to loosen up a bit. She didn't seem to begrudge the company, but she didn't look as though she was pleased to the tits that she'd scored a handsome companion. But, like everything, it slid off Bruges' shoulders like water off a duck's back and he flashed her an appreciative smile as he seethed forward, scouring the ground for more apples, intent on finding ones that were more on the ripe side...Unfortunately, it looked as though she'd taken advantage of those, so instead, he began nosing about the base of the apple trees, looking for another target. 

To her question, he glanced over one glossy shoulder and winked at her. "You're not the only one looking for a little somethin' somethin' for fun," He said. He managed to find one apple that looked a little hard done by, and wolfed it down, before he located what he was really looking for. He pressed one paw down into the grass at the base of the apple tree, revealing a couple small, harmless-looking fungi; he glanced back at her, tail waving and smile growing. "Ever tried these little fellas before?"