[A/N] : The first two chapters are reposted from my original drabble series, Change Starts With Us. This is a bit of an untraditional fic in the sense that there's no overarching plot or conflict - each chapter can be almost treated as a separate one-shot, all in the same setting.

Judy loved parties…usually. For her, there was nothing more fun than getting a group of friends together for a good 'ol fashioned game of charades, or maybe even poker, if things were getting a little bawdy. But parties like this, parties where more than half of the attendees were drunk off their rockers, parties where she'd seen a leopard swinging off the chandelier, as well as several spin the bottle games, not to mention countless campus violations, were completely outlandish to her. She had no idea what she'd been getting herself into when the burly hare had approached her in the library, buttering her up with compliments before inviting her to the party he'd be throwing at his fraternity's house tonight. She still hadn't seen him yet, though she had to admit she wasn't missing him too much - he'd had the air of the kinds of hares that only had mating on their minds.

Now, she was just trying to find a place to sit. Someone had handed her a drink, which had left her feeling a little fuzzy, not enough to be as wasted as most of the other guests, but enough to make her stumble right onto a lap.

A fox's lap, no less.

"Hey!" The fox exclaimed, looking startled. "Watch it!"

"I-I'm sorry!" Judy gasped, rolling off his lap and settling down on the couch beside him. "I slipped a little, that's all…"

The fox rolled his eyes. "Let me guess, it's your first time getting wasted."

She sat up straightener at that. As buzzed as she may have been, she was definitely not wasted, she still had some of her morals in check. Besides, he was the one with a beer in his hand, she noted, he even took a sip from it as he eyed her. "I'm not wasted!" She insisted, cheeks hot. "Besides, I don't need to explain myself to you!"

He snorted. "Riiiiight. I too, tend to stumble on top of people and offer no explanation whatsoever. My apologies, Carrots."

She frowned. "You'll want to refrain from calling me 'Carrots'."

"Refrain?" He mused, smiling as he took another drink. "Maybe you're not wasted after all."

"I told you, I'm not-" She huffed and crossed her arms, deciding against arguing with him. "Whatever. What are you even doing here, anyway? Just sitting, doing nothing, waiting for people to trip over you?"

"Well, it wouldn't be the first time I'd have girls falling for me," he winked, causing her blush to deepen.

Her buzz made her feel more fluttery and fuzzy-minded than she usually did, that's why she wasn't completely ashamed when she couldn't think of a proper retort. "I'm sure," she said sarcastically, noting when he turned to face her a little more.

She felt his eyes scan her over, still feigning casualness but secretly scrutinizing. "Let me guess," he ventured. "This is your first frat party?"

Judy considered lying, but she could tell by the look in his eye that the fox wouldn't buy it. "Yes," she sighed, "Is it that obvious?"

"Yes," he answered bluntly. "For one, you've only had one drink, I assume, and it's already enough to mess you up. Secondly, you still have that bright-eyed, bushy-tailed look that just screams freshman desperation."

"I'm not desperate!" Judy snapped. "I only came here because some hare invited me."

"Lucky guy," he said absentmindedly, and Judy couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not. Either way, she dismissed it.

"Well, I can read you too," she said confidently, tilting her chin up to look him in the eye.

He smirked. "Oh really?"

"Yes! Let's see, you're probably some…Senior-"

"Junior"

"Junior who thinks he's all that, just because he's older, and meaner and sarcastic-er! You're probably here to just slack off, and…and mess around! You probably have a tendency towards laziness as well, if the way you hardly bothered to adjust your tie means anything."

"Laziness, is that what you said?" He countered, stroking his chin in faux-thoughtfulness. "No, I see it more as…selective dedication. I can't argue with the other stuff though," he shrugged, and once again Judy found herself doubting his seriousness. "So, you must be what, a Psych major?"

"I…I'm majoring in Criminal Justice," Judy said hesitantly. Normally, she would state her major with far more confidence, after all, she was proud of her goal, not to mention the top of her class: her first semester had passed and she'd already made the Dean's List. But the night had been long, and after multiple rounds of chit-chat with other party go-ers, in which she was laughed at (loudly) each time, told that she was crazy, that there had never been a bunny cop, that there never would be, her spirit couldn't help but feel a little wilted.

"Criminal Justice?" The fox eyed her. "What, you wanna be a lawyer or something?"

She braced herself. "No…I'm going to be a police officer."

She waited, wincing, waiting for a laugh…

…That never came.

"A cop, huh?" He said casually, as if it was no big deal at all. "That's…well…"

"I know there's never been a bunny cop before," Judy said quickly, words flowing out almost as fast as her foot began thumping. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the relief of being able to pour her heart out after musing over her thoughts all night long, but once her words started, they wouldn't stop. "But I know I can do it! I've been studying like crazy, and working hard ever since I was 9! And I got here on a scholarship since my family couldn't really afford - well, you know, college is a lot of money! Especially since this school is supposed to be the best in Zootopia, the whole country, even! And even if it doesn't seem like I can become a cop, I'm going to do it! I don't care who laughs at me! I wanna make a difference and help people! I know there's other bunnies and prey out there who wanna be cops, they just need someone to step up and be an example! And really, it's not that impossible, a bunny cop? Everyone always just brushes me off or thinks I'm crazy but it's not like being a bunny makes me any less - "

"Hey, hey, hey!" He insisted, holding up his paws. "I never said you couldn't do it, Fluff! Sure, it's a little crazy, insane even -"

Judy pouted, shoulders slumping as she turned away from him. "Thanks…"

"But it's not impossible," he finished, nudging her gently. He hesitated over his next words, choosing them carefully. "If anything…it's pretty cool. Most people don't care that much, about anything."

Judy's nose twitched, and she turned to him, violet eyes wide with relief. "Yes…yes! Thank you! That's what I've been trying to say all night! I'm not that crazy!"

He shook his head with a smile, and she laughed, even though she didn't really know why. Maybe it was just the relief of finding someone who finally understood where she was coming from. "So," she said, grabbing the beer from his paw and taking a swig. "What's your major?"

He blinked at her for a moment, looking surprised by her bold gesture. Then he relaxed again, slouching back against the wall, eyes half-lidded with indifference. "Business," he said.

"Impressive," Judy said, genuinely astonished. "I guess I was wrong about the whole slacking off thing, huh?"

"Well, you know what they say," he shrugged, taking the beer back from her and taking a drink. "Your first impressions are never really correct."

She smiled, leaning slightly closer to him. "Wise words for a sly fox. Maybe you're not completely wasted after all."

He laughed, turning to grin at her impishly. "Not yet bunny, not yet."

Frat parties were still completely outlandish to Judy. One minute, she'd been completely lost, then one slip and stumble later, she'd found herself laughing on a couch with a fox, feeling completely at ease. Then, several more drinks and a handful of flirtatious remarks later, she'd been straddling him on the same couch, completely engrossed in everything that his paws and mouth could do.

"I u-usually don't do this kind of thing," Judy had gasped, giggling uncontrollably, both due to his peppered kisses across her shoulders, as well as the drinks (especially the drinks).

"Me neither," he laughed, equally as buzzed.

All other words were lost then as they kissed eagerly, a mess of slurred gasps and giggles. The music was loud, pounding in her ears, fast and matching with the beat of her heart. She knew this was wrong, on so many levels - she barely knew him, let alone the whole different species thing, but, as much as it ashamed her to admit it, she was having fun. Kissing a complete stranger like this, in full view for anyone to see, it was daringly exhilarating.

"H-hey," she gasped as his paws roamed under her shirt. "What's y-your name?"

"Nick," he said huskily, and she worried for a moment that she might lose it right then and there. "Yours?"

"Judy," she breathed, face flushed and heart hammering loudly. She had no idea what she was getting herself into when she lost herself in him, no idea how dangerous a game she was playing, how much unlike her character this was. But she decided that for once, she was going to live a little. It was time for her to stop stressing about her future, her worries, her dream job. It was time to screw it all and for once, focus on the present, the passionate, very attractive present. She needed, for once, to stop caring.

So she did.