The Bad Guys: Look what YOU made ME do (Mr. Wolf x Oc)

Prologue: When in doubt, don't eat the cake

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--Los Angeles, California--

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The sun was setting the evening of "The Golden State" of California. Businesses were set up to close up for the employers to clock out and put an end to their nine to five clock-ins. But you can't finish the day without something in your stomach. Dinner! ~ And just like every other human being two customers were setting up at a booth with some fresh hot plate of food and coffee. Sitting near a window, from the distance it looked like they were wrapping up their meal. All that was left was one of them finished their coffee.

On one side you got a slim, tall grey wolf with dark eyes with the yellow sclera. He has thick eyebrows, on the left eyebrow seems to be a subtle notch. Dressed in a neat and clean white tux and shirt.       

Sitting across from the neatly dressed predator was an Eastern Brown snake, wearing a red shirt with white flower prints. A tan bucket hat with a brown belt across the middle with two sad-face yellow pins. And judging by their facial expressions Snake was groaning in displeasure. Wolf was finishing up the last of his drink, with a steak bone on his plate. Laying on the table was the morning paper, seem both of them were reading it. As big bold printed words ran across the front center:

The City Times: Meteorite on display at the Gala of Goodness

The sound of Wolf stirring the remaining contents of his cup, while Snake was adding the finishing touches on his cup. The two seem to be having some kind of... disagreement?

"STOP!"

"I'll stop if you just explain it to me. Cuz' I don't--"

"Would Ya just drop--"

"Alright, alright, alright. It's dropped. It's dropped, consider it on the ground..."

"...good."

Snake was using his tail to pour himself the cream he needed for his coffee when again bringing up the main topic today.

"But-- I mean, COME ON!? Everybody loves Birthdays!?"

Snake plopped his head on the back head of his booth! Oh, the same old "I don't like my birthday" route. ~ Wolf was going over the reasons Snake should at least be a "little" excited about today.

"Uhhh!!"

"You get decorations, balloons, parties, and CAKE!"

Going over it AGAIN from the tone of Snake's voice, so Wolf could just drop it on move on.

"Look, I don't need presents. I don't want decorations...and I'm NOT a cake guy..."

Wolf's eyes looked flabbergasted as he never thought anyone would ever say that sentence and still have a straight face. "I don't like Cake". Think of ONE person in YOUR life who EVER said THAT?! Wondering if he heard him right Wolf leaned in, knowing Snake doesn't have to "pretend" to be strong in front of him.

"...seriously though...You don't "like" cake?? Name me ONE food better than CAKE?"

Snake grabbed onto a fork and was finally willing to admit HIS favorite or that was a big hint of what he wouldn't throw away. Wrapping his tail around the fork and wearing a hungry smile filled with glee from just saying the word.

"GUINEA PIG--!"

It was now Wolf's turn to drop his head back as he pulled his arm out grabbing the container of sugar and handing it to Snake. Knowing how he takes his coffee.