Post by Redshift on Jan 22, 2014 21:39:11 GMT -6
Oberon was being smothered. The two labs were nipping playfully at his ears and fur, trying to get the male to stop squirming. He tried once more to reason with them, "You're both... very nice, but I erm.... I 'ave to... meine Freunden... zey are.... please, stop zis." Finally, he barked out in desperation, and partly because he was very drunk, "I'm gay!"
Immediately, the ladies stopped, their eyes wide with confusion. They looked at one another, and the yellow one piped in, "But your friends..."
"Yeah zey vere playing a joke," he replied. Then, he could not help but grin at their shocked faces. Free of their grasp, Obi made his way for the door. "Aufwiedersehen!" he said with a wink.
He stumbled back into the main room, where the air had suddenly turned sour with tension. He caught sight of Al and Vinny face to face with a trio of aggressive thugs, all looking like they were about to attack. The Jack Russell in the middle especially looked like there was a vein about to pop on his head.
Zig was the first to retort back, "Nah man, Jaz remembers ya as clear as day. Not only are we gonna skin ya fer that, but we're gonna skin ya again fer yer lip."
"An' yer pal," Trev added like an echo.
"Especially yer pal. He's gonna pay hard." Rich bellowed. "You think we're clowns, huh? Do ya? Cuz this ain't a fahkin' game, son. But it's 'bout to be one hell of a circus."
Immediately, the Jack Russell leapt, jaws outstretched, for Vinny's face. He was going to sink his teeth into any pitbull flesh he could find. Zig and Trev followed their friend's example, but instead targeted Alonzo. That was their main target walking in there, and they were not leaving without his head.
Immediately, the ladies stopped, their eyes wide with confusion. They looked at one another, and the yellow one piped in, "But your friends..."
"Yeah zey vere playing a joke," he replied. Then, he could not help but grin at their shocked faces. Free of their grasp, Obi made his way for the door. "Aufwiedersehen!" he said with a wink.
He stumbled back into the main room, where the air had suddenly turned sour with tension. He caught sight of Al and Vinny face to face with a trio of aggressive thugs, all looking like they were about to attack. The Jack Russell in the middle especially looked like there was a vein about to pop on his head.
Zig was the first to retort back, "Nah man, Jaz remembers ya as clear as day. Not only are we gonna skin ya fer that, but we're gonna skin ya again fer yer lip."
"An' yer pal," Trev added like an echo.
"Especially yer pal. He's gonna pay hard." Rich bellowed. "You think we're clowns, huh? Do ya? Cuz this ain't a fahkin' game, son. But it's 'bout to be one hell of a circus."
Immediately, the Jack Russell leapt, jaws outstretched, for Vinny's face. He was going to sink his teeth into any pitbull flesh he could find. Zig and Trev followed their friend's example, but instead targeted Alonzo. That was their main target walking in there, and they were not leaving without his head.