It had started out so well. No one had expected it to end like this.
But now Lincoln's covered in blue slushy and soy sauce, half of Joey's hair is singed, Kam's hanging upside down from the treetops, Marco's bleeding and limping, Tate's stuck inside the budgie enclosure, you're still pulling carrot sticks out of your bra, and Winnie and Ruthie are nowhere to be found.
The security guard is shaking her head. "My God, how did any of this happen?"
Link chuckles nervously as his boyfriend glares darkly at the back of his head. "Well, you see..."
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Winnie had pressed charges against the Lovely Leviathans after their assault. They were forced to pay her for all of her overtime, extra work, and all of them are currently facing 270 hours of community service and possible prison time.
Winnie had made more than twenty thousand dollars with all the extra work she had done for them.
"We should all do something together!" She probably hadn't meant for the turn of events that occurred. After all, it started off rather innocently. There was a wildlife park in northern Wisconsin Winnie had volunteered at during her summers in high school.
She had invited the gang to come along, all expenses paid by her.
"I don't need the money, what I need is some rest and relaxation with my buds." She'd shrugged when you'd asked her.
You had given her a pained grimace. "Never say the phrase 'with my buds' again."
Of course, this was all fine and dandy. Nothing wrong with a little R and R.
Link's plan was where things started going south.
"I'm gonna propose at the zoo. We met at the animal shelter, it only seems fit to propose at a zoo."
You all arrive a few minutes late ("Winnie that's the third field of cows we've passed we don't need another picture with them Winnie please-") and it's good to be out of the van.
"I'll watch Ruthie for you, Kam!" She smiles, and disappears almost immediately, baby in her arms.
Kam blinks once. "Okay then."
The rest of you move into the main area of the park, only to be bombarded by screaming tourists.
"Lookie there! That's a herd of angry bucks there, you betcha!" You recognize the accent from Winnie's Wisconsinite rants. Oh, dear.
Before you know what's going on, the five of you are separated by stampeding animals and thrust into other areas of the zoo...
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Wow, Link's head hurts so much.
Those deer are painful.
Somehow, he's next to the arctic fox enclosure. How the hell did that happen?
"Hi there."
She's pretty, Link can admit that, but so not his type.
As he is indeed gay. And his type is men.
Namely, a man.
Joey Gutierrez. Joey Gutierrez is his type.
Where the hell is his boyfriend?
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