Harvey

Elwood set his glass on the table, empty of the whiskey which had filled it moments before. He looked at his friend across from him.
"Are you sure?"
The rabbit nodded. Elwood sighed, and reached into his vest pocket. He extended his hand to his companion, who took it in a big, furry paw.
"If you should ever want to call me, call me at this number. Don't call me at that one, because that's-" He paused to wipe his eyes, "That's the old one."
The rabbit stood, and walked to the man, embracing him before walking off into the night. Elwood watched him go, but turned as he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"I don't know your name, mister, but you're a lovely fellow."
Elwood took on last glance to the empty doorway before reaching for his card.
"My name is Dowd, Elwood P. And what is your name, sir?"
The man sat down across from Elwood and smiled.
"Why, my name happens to be Harvey."