It's Hard to Breathe

Feuds

"I will." Ruy responded, cracking his knuckles menacingly. He studied every member of the circle carefully, then selected his new victim.

"Trix." He said evilly in a low voice.

"Yes?" Trix asked, mocking fright.

"Would you rather...... kiss Gethen, or get pulverized by a giant squid?" Ruy questioned deviously.

"I'll choose the giant squid, please and thank you. At least I'll survive that." Trix responded as Gethen rolled his eyes.

"Well, my lucky "kissing partner" will go next." Trix continued.

Gethen adopted an expression of mock horror.

Trix just sneered, and moved on.

"So, Gethen, would you rather face an angry Gisela or an angry Fintan in a dark alley?"

"An angry Fintan, because I know he wouldn't make my death and/or final days as miserable as Gisela would." He answered truthfully.

Fintan harrumphed, and Gisela looked pleased.

"Okay, scary girl, it's your turn. Would you rather....Tell us why you and Fintan are in love, or make out in front of us?" Gethen challenged.

"I'm feeling rather daring, so we'll make out in front of you." She answered.

"No way!" Gethen yelled.

"Way." Gisela answered.

"Alright, then get to it!" He shouted in response.

Gisela approached Fintan, who held his breath in anticipation. She smiled seductively at him, and his heart jumped to his throat.

Coming closer, she walked into his arms, then leaned in, and was about to kiss him.

Quickly backing away, she slammed a fist into the side of his head.

He gave her a strange look, then collapsed backward.

"There. We made out. Happy?" Gisela stated.

"I didn't want to see that kind of making out!" Gethen exclaimed in disappointment. "But it was nevertheless entertaining, so oh, well."

Gisela sneered. "Fintan, my lucky man."

"Yes?" Fintan groaned woozily, sitting up and massaging his head.

"Would you rather jump off a cliff and die, or kiss me on the cheek?"

"Kiss you, duh." Fintan answered.

"On the cheek, Pyren." She answered.

He pecked her cheek in a brotherly fashion.

"Next. But before we move on, I'm not gonna lie." Fintan said.

"Shocker." Brant muttered.

Scowling at Brant, Fintan continued. "That almost hurt me, Gisela. Next time I kiss you, it won't be on the cheek."

"And where will it be?" Gisela asked, playing along.

"You'll have to find out." He said, grinning mischeviously.

Ruy groaned, pantomiming gagging.

"Fine, let's keep going." Fintan begrudgingly allowed.

"Hmmm, how about my dear friend Brant who unwisely decided to smart off a few seconds ago?"

"What is it?" Brant asked in trepidation.

"Would you rather kill Alvar, or dump yogurt on your head and act like a chicken for the next hour?"