bingus x floppa

chapte 3 - fart

It's the night of Floppa's big house party. Nobody could forget it, it had been the talk of the school ever since it was announced. You put on your sparkly purple dress and slide on some heels. After pampering yourself up and doing your makeup, you meet your friends outside to drive you to the party. You get in the car in the middle of a discussion.
"Floppa is so dreamy, He's every girls dream!" one of them say, reaching for lip gloss in her Gucci bag. Her name was Mingus, Bingus' sister. She happened to be friends with your best friend, Juan.
"Well, every girl in the school's dream." Juan says. "I guess that's good for you y/n, since all the spotlight is on Floppa, you can have Bingus to yourself."
"Yes, that's good and all, but you see, Bingus has been acting strange ever since that Floppa came around." You reply.
"Ah, I'm sure it's nothing. Men can be moody too." Juan replies, attempting to put eyeshadow on in the front mirror. Her horse muzzle didn't seem to be complying.

You arrive at Floppa's 4 story mansion estate. The land around it is massive, with it being 10 minutes just to get to the middle of it where the mansion was. Your girl friends rush inside to meet others and you tag along, but can't help thinking about Bingus. The building was packed to the brim despite it being an awfully large mansion. You ask Mingus where Bingus would be, and she replies that he's probably late because of his job. You get a tap on the shoulder and turn around to meet Monke. He stares at you with his monkey eyes through his glasses with a slight smirk. 
"Monke here. Nice see you." He says
"Nice to see you too," You say. He reaches his large gorilla hand and places it on your shoulder.
"You get drink? With me?" He asks. 
You shake your head. "No no, sorry Monke, I don't drink."
"Only punch. Dont be baby."
"Ah, well you see, I was just-"
"Come." Monke tugs your arm and leads you to the snacks table with his muscular gorilla arms. He pours you a cup of punch and hands it to you. He chugs his cup down mercilessly.
"Punch yum." He says. "How you been?"
"I've been okay," You say. "Do you know what's up with Bingus? He's quite strange lately."
"Yes, Bingus always been strange." He replies, pouring himself another cup. "But Bingus stranger now. He say Floppa is floppy."
"Floppa is... floppy?"
"Yes... Me think."
There's a moment of silence. "Have you seen Bingus since you got here?" You ask.
"Err.. Yes. But Bingus tell me not to tell." He says guiltfully.
"Not to tell?" You ask suspiciously. "Well, thank you, Monke. For the punch and everything."
"Welcome." He says.
You begin searching the house for Bingus, maneuvering your way through the hundreds of people crowded in the rooms. You can't seem to find him anywhere, until you run into a group of punks and they push you into a laundry room. You pull at the handle trying to get out, but it was somehow blocked from the outside. You sit in the corner of the room. This party has been a disaster. You start questioning, what did Monke mean by 'Bingus thinks Floppa is floppy'? And why was Bingus being at the party kept a secret? You feel like Bingus doesn't trust you. You feel- Clank! The sound of something falling nearby interrupted your train of thought. It didnt sound like it was coming from outside though, rather, through the floor. You peek around the corner and hear whispers coming from a door in the laundry. You creep over to the door, turn the handle and peek open the door to find... Floppa and Bingus. Shirtless. On the floor in the basement.