Dementia
#2 of Company's Lingo
Chief filed away, yet another film package, seriously why couldn't people just drop these off in the box. Just because a Service desk existed never said you had to use it. Chief didn't mind taking the sleeves, not like it was tedious, well that wasn't the worst part. Ellan Parkovsky, that bill would never quit, what was the point of duck tape anyway if it didn't work on ducks. Chief, thank goodness happened to zone out four to five minutes ago, after Ellan began talking about this baby shower she took pictures at, not even knowing for who. Maybe this was why ducks never chewed they wouldn't have time to stop flapping their mouth. If she didn't keep nodding her head attentively and with the occasional random neutral comment, then Ellan would check to make sure she had her attention.
Ellan was on the heavy side, phenomenally impossible with as much talking the woman did. She even managed to get away without brain damage, but she was an advanced blabbermouth apparently able to speak for lengthy lapses on a single breath. "So Christabella when will my pictures be ready?" Chief eyes narrowed as her selective listening picked up on pictures and ready. Two to five day its always been like that so why was she asking, o wait because that's a form of talking.
Chief fought her reluctant smile. "Two to Five Days, but with all yours details I'm sure the pictures can't compete in capturing the moment." Watching the white duck turn red from flattery, the back of her mind yelled at her knowing this would result in more story time, yay...
"Chrissie you are such a trooper, taking Ellan on." Halina, or Haley as she preferred to be called spoke up after Mother Mouth walked a decent distance away. She had a uppity accent, but that went well with her being a yellow fleece Persian cat. Brunette hair almost to equal length as Chief's. Dressing identical in the Dalton uniform; black dress pants, white shirt, and the o so happy yellow vest of pride. Which on occasions they decorated with numerous button with lame slogans like, "you're staring at my chest aren't you" or "This is NOT the highlight of my day."
"I'd should have told her I'd mail them to her huh?" Chief smirked reflecting back on the moment of suffering. Everything seemed a bit more humorous after it happened, well almost everything. Sus still didn't give her an answer about last night he just walked out of the room shaking that sexy butt of his for her. He slept on the couch that entire night for her, at least she thought it was.
"I would have just told her to shut up." Ulrikka laughed, walking over to the counter now that it was safe. It wasn't like Ellan would talk to her anyway, after she was very vulgar with telling her to be quiet, exchanging of awful glares occurred since. Nice trade off from all that hot breath in her face. "Speaking of minor annoyances I'm sure we all know that Sus is gay now right?" She brought up with great satisfaction mixing with her voice.
Chief looked down at the desk resenting telling Halina. Knowing good and well the talkative cat would speak to the all ears German Shepherd. What was it this morning that she confided in her? She really didn't mean to speak about Sus, but she couldn't believe it unless someone else could verify what she'd spoken. Ulrikka would just pester and pester her on the matter, how well she knew her friends. "No point in jumping to conclusions, especially when you don't know the full story." Chief unhesitatingly stated twisting her vision over to Ulrikka, strawberry hair giving in to the uplift.
"Its ok Sus hasn't dated you, and countless times I've been given the rejected card. So what else is there to the case Sus is into guys." Ulrikka explained from her I'm all this point of view and that if any man turned her down he was confused. "I mean I turned Payton Bi... Remember when he swore he would never touch a woman." Ulrikka added another point to her score card. Chief's eyes gave off a frail flinch double point.
Chief frowned from the remark they were both German Shepherd that's practically cheating. Besides Payton was probably drunk during the time and Ulrikka took advantage of him and he would never admit to that happening. Yeah that was the story that she was going to go with. As if it really matter if that one fling was known, there would have to be consecutive accounts which she didn't have. "If Sus was so queer then wouldn't he have done Payton by now?" Perfect rhetorical question, if Ulrikka was hot in the pants for Sus, then Payton would also have to be considered.
"Payton's not that fuckable, guys like to do other gorgeous guys." Rikka stated firmly on the situation as if she knew it like the back of her hand. "Sus slept with that one ripped jazz musician, Vinzen..."
"Ganesvoort, I hear the guy is really something." Payton replied to Sus who was leaning over a shopping cart. So this was the agenda of today talking about men. He was enjoying the images of Sus with another man, but more of the idea that Sus would, maybe could be with him sometime.
How long did Payton want to explore this situation? He was very blatant that he gave nothing up to Vinz, but well this guy didn't hear every word. For instance last week he said that he was going to a birthday party. It happened to be a very PG party until Payton showed up with some very exotic dancers and alcohol. Sus was nineteen so naturally he didn't drink as for the party it was for seventeen year olds and such that. So why would this twenty-two year old Shepherd show up with strippers and alcohol. After everyone evacuated the premises in terror of tight leather crotches, Payton had the nerve to invite him to the after party at his place. "Yup, good in the sack too." Sus sardonically added for the mutt to go off of.
"Better than me?" Payton quizzed, with a cool grin over his muzzle showing off his near white rows. His silver eyes meeting with the auburn trying to administer their supposed touch.
"First off that question can't even begin to have an answer since I've no experience with either of you. Why don't you both go screw each other and find out." The husky retorted playfully rocking the shopping cart back and forth. Payton grabbed the other side of the pushing Sus back gently.
"Deviants like us can't possibly judge, we need the insatiable to be the verdict." Sus eyes glared on him as the words meet the pink-white inside of his ears. He's so cute when he's all glary mad like that. Payton pulled out a note pad, the one Sus had gotten him for surprise present Saturday. "So what time behind Dalton do you want?"
Sus declared that on a random week in every month they would decide on Saturday that it was Surprise Present Saturday the following week, well there wasn't much of shocker. Mostly it was them exchanging presents between the three of them. Payton bought Kendall, the lion, a box magnum condoms which Payton so happened to borrow a few. Ugh, but every month Payton would buy Sus things he'd put into the top of his closet. This month wasn't a vibrator, thank the stars, but nonetheless Payton went out of his way to get him tingling lubricant. He couldn't think of one good thing to do with it other than adding it to the collection of Payton's horrible gifts box. Next to the two Dildos, the rechargeable dildo batteries; which were only there due to there bundle with the second toy, and a few gay porno movies. Sus in return gave Payton, minus spite, a pack of regular uno cards, a pair of fingerless black leather gloves, and something else that he couldn't remember. Everything exchanged from the husky to Shepherd came with a clean guarantee.
"Don't worry about it, you're both very strapping young men." The husky yawned watching the people pushing shopping carts into their designated area. Every couple minutes the carts would increase with the addition of a new caboose, until the blue carts filled the entire barred section. Even then Sus would sit back on a stray cart watching, just a little too lazy to go get one full row killing time for another set to pull in for docking.
Noticing how Sus would rather ignore him, Payton released the cart shoving his hands into his pockets. Kendall was taking forever to get back with their gifts, he'd always be the last one to decide. Relieving Payton of the paranoia his gifts were terrible, but everyone knew last minute gifts were beyond a doubt poor.
"Hey Chief!" a voice called out gasping for breath, size ten black and white high top airwalks reached a halt in front of the Dalton's most finest woman Chistabella.
Chief turned around with a huge grin on her face, She'd always loved the way Ken would come in late on Surprise Present Saturday. Golden fur damp with newly added sweat, and short black mane frosted blue at the tips, usually well kept was in a mess. She nodded to herself, Ken was in a rush and now he wanted her help. Looking into his blue eyes she pursed her lips almost blushing from how cute he looked, even as a wet fur ball. "Surprise Saturday?" Ken nodded of course he did. "What do you need?" She followed up grabbing Ken's hand walking down the first aisle of books, dragging the lion like a small adolescent.
"Sus I don't know what to get him. I can't get him another candy bar... that's so repetitive." Ken groaned, ugh Payton was simple when it came to gifts. Lets see something sex related, Sus related, or something sex related... Sus no they'd been friends since kids and every birthday, and any other time it was candy bar. Man did he fail at friendship with an E for Effortless. He'd expect Sus to stop being his friend after he received the mountain bike and Sus got nevertheless another candy bar. Though he was beginning to believe that Sus was a nut for candy, it substantially lessened the guilt blow.
"Sus really likes prisms." Chief erupted picking up the book Prisms do they really refract light, yes, yes the do. She picked up the book hugging it to her chest, perfect gift ringing through her mind. Turning back Kendall was gone... See if I'll ever help you again. A cold wet hand touched her shoulder, jumping back Chief noticed Ken standing next to her with a comic book. Pajama Peanut Pirate. He must be kidding she thought glaring at the bucktooth pirate in the parrot pajama outfit.
"This is the version where Pajama Peanut Pirate finds the Elphant graveyard and, and like ummmm the elephants try and kill him when he takes the peanuts from the sacred grounds. You see Elphants can't find the graveyard unless they can smell the peanuts, but Pajama Peanut Pirate or as we like to call him Pcubed has to collect all the kinds of peanuts in the world." Kendall rambled holding up the perfect present for Sus. No one in their right might would despise the lovable Pcubed adventures, everyone peanut related. Oh and next month would be Pcubed and the peanut butter batter. Genius, no Mastermind of gift giving. If Sus took the bait goodbye long last minute Surprise Saturdays.
Peanuts weren't those like guys parts. "No buy him the prism book it says Sus." Chief tried her best to sound persuading but Ken looked down at the cover, then back to his comic with a skeptical look along the line of I don't think so. "Look if you get him this I'll pay for it myself so it free of charge on you." Raising the stakes, she'd be so good when it came to poker. Sus was not going to read that comic about pee nuts.
"Then it wouldn't be from me..." The lion groaned. Caressing the glossy pages to his damp dress shirt, heartbreaking eyes filling merchandise. "I know you have your doubts but I've been friends with Sus since highschool so give me some credit."
Candy Bar, that's what he got Sus since they were kids. In fact she was at everyone of Sus's parties when they were kids, so well she knew what he got every year. Not only that Sus gave her the candy every year being that he wasn't too much of a chocolate fan. "Sus and I were neighbors since forever." Chief reminded Kendall folding her arms over her chest waiting for those sweet words, 'I'm sorry Chief you're so right, I was being dumb yet again. You're so beautiful why did I doubt you.'
"Come on give me a chance this isn't like years before." Kendall said slapping the comic against his leg trying to increase his overall supremacy over the matter. The king of the jungle wouldn't stand for the fox's advice, even if it was more than likely to be competent, there was still authority to uphold. The moons took a full loop, her lips stretched in a pity smirk, but Ken endured the harsh disrespect on the decision. Shoes curling inward, the lion almost lost his precise balance as Chief pulled him around the back of a neighboring aisle. Her expression was of shock almost out of it as she peered back down the lane Kendall did the same. So why was she hiding from Ulrikka? The fox's face reverted back to a calm display when Kendall's curious stare was discovered.
"Fine, just this once hurry up before Sus gets too impatient." Chief laughed pushing Kendall off in the other direction. A Rikka encounter today held the possibilities of utter world destruction. Sus had to have a Great Surprise Saturday, even if it was going to consist of Peanuts. Kendall walked off with a gentle wave, while Chief turned back down the aisle towards Rikka and Haley. The two were still talking about the hot topic of today Sus. It had potential to dominate the following work day, they would pry for more juicy information if someone knew something they didn't. Chief gave up her piece like an inexperienced child unable to kept the secret of their parents marital troubles.
Payton took a long drag from his cigarette, opening his mouth allowing the tendrils to pour out of his mouth amused by their ethereal spiraling. He wasn't a heavy smoker, rarely doing it in fear that one of his flings would complain about having smokers mouth. Right now he could use one, literally nothing was happening like everyday, though Sus was being fairly quiet. Hiding those secrets of Vinz never giving them up because he would be jealous that Sus had laid some random guy. Down playing their friendship to the slums. First times should be with someone you can trust, he was trustworthy, obviously.
The Husky was heading his way, with a full line of a carts, finishing the tedious job. Payton pinched the end of his fag carelessly releasing it to descend harshly upon the pavement kicking back a few waning ashes. The smoldering end dieing more than halfway from the bud. Sus walked away out to the barrens of the parking lot to retrieve the rest of the shopping carts, while Payton wheeled the load into the building. Again Sus didn't say a word to him, maybe because today all he was talking about was Vinz and the sleeping ordeal. "Not that big of a deal..." Payton sighed assuring himself that Sus wasn't upset with him. He was always like that when it came to people giving him the silent treatment. Ken was just thinking one day, that ten minutes of silence was like murder. Payton thought he upset the lion when he told him that fish was disgusting it wasn't his type of dish. Talk about social needs this job was so dull he needed constant talking to kill time. Payton slouched into the corner of the entrance room, waiting for Sus, if he'd even show up, watching all the people enter through automatic doors.
Payton pressed his nose against the cool glass, enjoying the soft spring temperature. Watchful eyes reigning over the Husky, zeal waxing over. Sus deserved someone capable of a nurturing gentle touch. Pawing away at his uniform dress shirt, a single claw nipped beneath the collar button. "You should so be with me." Payton whispered against the glass, shepherd's breath painting a cloudy image against the transparent surface. Thrusting a paw against the barrier attempting to feel what was becoming impossible to see. "Just one touch, one time I... would be satisfied." Payton observed Sus, none the wiser of being studied so carefully. Pushing those shopping carts so carelessly lured him. Returning with the shopping carts Payton pulled himself from the glass adverting his attention from his secret fantasy lover.
Sus left the second set outside before walking within the entrance room. "Whoa..." slipped from his lips, Payton was shirtless standing of slightly to the left. Sus had never seen his upper anatomy, but simply impressed that the Shepherd got his body looking nice. "Can I touch?" Sus asked with an athirst to feel up the male, only because anatomy held a thrill within him, Payton was probably playing off of this to get him to do so. Sus viewed a pleasing smile that crossed over Payton's muzzle approving his request, not only that the male puffed out his caramel coated chest for him to do so. "Hey, Fuzz is coming!" Sus smiled catching the Lion in the corner of his eye. Completely missing the unspoken 'Awww Fuck!' overwhelming Payton's visage.
"Dude Payton shirt on, I'm not vaccinated for man cooties." Ken laughed pointing at the tone upper body that screamed touch me. He and Sus were suppose to someday start working on their bodies, maybe. Payton on the other hand had paranoia issues, where he felt the need to have a 'delicious body' as he would say to get laid massively.
Payton grinned playfully over to Ken, disregarding his half-cocked tent. "This Surprise Saturday better be worth it." He cooed running a finger down his chest, wishing that it was someone else, but preferably Sus. Ken nodded hard reinforcing that in fact it would. Going into his back pocket, removing the gently rolled comic, the Lion's smile broadened from the earlier laughter.
"I present to you Sus, the present of a lifetime." Passing the crinkled plastic bag over to the anticipating husky. Ken was positive that the absence of a bar of chocolate was an improvement. Recuperating their friendship from now on held high probability.
Sus pulled out the comic perplexed, Peanut Pajama Pirate that was an odd title. At least Ken was trying, that candy bar was looking good right now. Opening to the first page he scanned a few mail in adds none particularly catching his eye. The story began with something that looked like a peanut car, a pirate in a peanut car that made sense. After getting about halfway through skimming, Sus compressed the flimsy pages together with an pacified face. "Thanks Fuzz, much better than the sweet tradition." Sus laughed allowing the comic book to fall to his side. Feeling accountable because excitement lacked for the first unexpected gift. Ken went out of his way for this, this thing. "So what did you get Payton?" Curiosity lingering over him, entertaining to find out what other type of sexual item Ken would pick up for the mutt.
Kendall went into his pocket, the last gift of the month, a black leather studded collar to be exact. The one he mistakenly caught Payton trying on with some other eccentric leather products, also it was the least expensive of the set. A fair starter for Surprise Saturday, mesmerizing both of them in revealing the sheik item. Soft tan paws relieved the treasure from him, holding it as if it were forsaken lust. Exhilaration pumping supple trembles through holder's hands. Ken was becoming a little freaked by the figured over exaggeration.
Perfect! Payton gasped feeling the sterling silver metal studs, which were meant for sexy studs like himself. Losing another breath touching the clasp, unbuckling it with extreme proficiency. Even the husky was hungry for the item, eyes giving lead to his needy paws. Sus substantially jealous again, perfect. Stringing it around his neck, he fastened it a notch from hugging his neck, about enough for a single digit to slip through. "Ummm thanks, I might need to borrow a rubber from that new pack I gave you today." Payton took a long stare into the minor reflection the store glass managed to bounce back before correcting himself. "No I will."
"Give him nine!" Sus blurted, the small room throwing his voice back, outsiders luckily didn't pick up on their secret entrance room conversation.
"I'll take nine if you'll be six." Payton chuckled holding out both paws cupped together waiting for his jackpot. Ken went into his pockets that were full of unused special magnum balloons. Dropping a hand full of them into the needy Shepherd's paws, it wasn't like they ever served him any purpose so better to share the wealth.
"Guys who like Guys also likes pickles." Haley stated folding back the cover of Dapper, while lounging across the counter, inconsiderate of customers. They weren't going to have anyone sporadically show up in the evening. Haley made her way to her favorite man in the magazine. Murky pelt, warm lush green eyes peering back at her sending a tingle down her spine. He was topless as how she preferred her men anyway with a tie that brought his I'm a bad business boy side out. She had read his article enough times to know it word from word, but a true aficionado always performed rituals in order to prove their obsession. "I think I'm going to bomb his house."
"What?" Chief responded baffled from Haley's estranged notion.
"Simple bombing his house makes him homeless, therefore I can house him. Unlike most people my heart is open to the unfortunate." Haley smiled speed reading the article again, each time unaffected the previous. "That or I'm going to have to maul him." She giggled running her finger over the smooth surface of her preferred page. Harming him would be murder to her, but it wouldn't hurt her too bad.
Chrissie walked over to take a glance of who she was obsessing over this time. "He's ugly." She quickly responded after seeing the face, that was enough to pass her eternal judgment. No guy inside Dapper was ugly, but you had to start somewhere in sorting them out. Even still this guy deserved much better than the lowest ranking, maybe she would construct the category butt ugly.
"Marlowe Waters is THE man of competitive swimming." Haley brought up confidently, as she had read it one hundred times plus. The wolf being the son of Carlos Waters the best swimmer of his division, sure Marlowe was no Carlos, but she devoted her love anyway.
"Sus could swim laps around the son of the most awesome swimmer." Christabella said with her game face settling in. Sus had swam in a few competitions coming out as victor with ample time to sit at the edge of the pool five seconds ahead of everyone else.
Halena burst into a laughing riot, holding the magazine over her face shielding it from view. "Doesn't Sus have to wait an hour after eating pickles all day?" She managed to stop her chills of excitement for the comment, but Christabella was heading to the back room. She often did that when she wanted solitude, how anti-social. Haley couldn't pin point whether Sus was this or that. Having fun with it was another option to gain amusement from.
"Not that I am aware of." The deeper voice chimed not matching either of Chrissie or Ulrikka. Vinz was sitting on the counter bottom shy of an inch from her, she'd really missed him parking his tone ass. "If Sus is liking pickles, I have a decent pecker for the pucker." He laughed running the metal key to his seam holding his bike jacket snug against his bare body. Haley's eyes were glued on him stuck it his every movement like a child in front of the television. The sound of the zipper echoing between the two of them separating the crimson second skin from the jazz musician, the refreshing feeling of cool air hitting his skin breathing frail life to the roots of his sweaty coat. "This is where droping off of photos happens, yes?" He asked sliding off the counter now that he fully attraction her attention. The Brute leaned on it with his arms serving as a costar of his two-toned patched visage. "This goes where?" Vinz asked holding up the film roll with a lost expression overwhelming him.
Halina bit her lip, holding the magazine tightly in order to keep herself from jumping all over Vinz. Darn Chrissie for being in the back room, where she would have dragged the Biker Boy to take him to finish his triathlon. "Leave it on the counter I'll take care of it for you." She said not her intentional words, but she was on the clock after all. Eyes tracing from Vinz, back to the fortress of solitude Haley's voice lowered almost making it incomprehensible. "Are you Vinzen Ganesvoort?"
"Yes..."
Haley giggled scooting closer to him on the desk, ready to keep the conversation even more secretive. To think Halina Lavell was receiving one on one with the acclaimed man who screwed Sus Laska. "So tell me how was he?" She asked mouth gaping with excitement prepped to squeal, eyes expanding in response to each millisecond expiring. Two guys on top of each other, Sus and Vinz, she could definitely find them to being a choice couple. Sinz was second only to Crus, which happened to be Chrissie and Sus. These two were destine to have chemistry by all means Haley was going to make sure they did.
"Oh, Sus... He's pretty good when it comes to wrestling." Vinz laughed scratching the back of his head. A mental repeat of the moment race through his mind, his face filling with a warm blush.
They were both naked rolling around on the green carpet, Vinz had taken the camera from Sus and well after that they were a ball of tussling riley guys. Sus instinctively bit his ear, Vinz giggled slurring into a whine, before pinning him against the olive tufted fabric. Sus was panting lively, while Vinz fashioned the broad rows of his teeth in triumph from his dominant action. Vinzen recalled how much energy course his system after that, what a rush. Absolutely a natural high, Sus with the submissive sounds of defeat, Vinz's chest expanding pulling in the departed wind. With Sus being smaller than him, he gave a remarkable fight than he could have ever imagined.
"Muscle advantage!" Sus merrily humored squirming, testing the holds limits. Even with the good-natured force left no escape. Nape hugging against the left armpit of Vinz, his vice grip legs encompassing the husky's waste relentlessly decreasing chances of flee, giving him a nice acquaintance to the carpet.
The Guillotine Choke was actually pretty dangerous if Sus were to struggling, it was hard enough for Vinz to force him into submission with this technique without causing him to lose breath, or pass out. "Ya.. but... husky does illegal... bite." Vinz huffed out, monitoring his hold carefully while waiting for Sus to tap out, or cry. Staying put for about three minutes Vinz rolled his eyes, this guy was far too reluctant.
When Vinz finally released him, he instantaneously popped up breathing heavily, the hold almost unbarable. His lungs felt like deflated balloons struggling to fill with air, three of four more minutes and Sus would have began to pass out. "Dude.... You suck." Fanning out on the carpet, Sus achieved a leisure level countering the hold stress. Vinz was strong.
Vinz crawl over on top of the Husky forming a sloppy slanted cross, their bellies meshing delicately. Vinz closed his eyes lazily, wondering if they were loud, but he was sure that all that noise outside the door masked theirs. Anything at during this moment would be devoured by the unknown clamor. "Bed is much better than floor." Vinz chuckled straddling above his opponent on hands and knees, as they made first eye contact since the start of their quarrel. Eventually Vinz stood up towering over Sus with a charity hand reaching out for his defeated rival. Sus nodded wrapping his paw around Vinz's wrist, a hard pull brought the lazy husky to his noodle feet. Vinz almost chose to carry him all the way to the bed, but Sus was proving to be more than his incentive thought.
"Thanks..."
"In bed though, not sure, really had to get comfortable." Vinz shrugged pushing the capsule toward Haley, clearly not interested as her ambitious glare wanted more.
The cat groaned unsatisfied with his short responses. How often does Sus actually bang someone.... Never! Vinz got in and She was still out, unable to imagine how Sus would react. Was he really sensitive to touches or did he like it rough?
"Hey Vinz what are you doing here?" Chrissie mumbled walking over to the desk, she'd arrived during the bed portion of the friend fucker. Eyes discovering the film Chief grabbed it, casually rolling it between her thumb and index. Probably a couple nude shots, tight leather, fireman, cop, any type of sexual photos for Sus... She could just throw the roll away as if it never existed, hey things like that could mistakably happen. "What's on the roll Vinny?" Chief asked again indifferently though she was feeling a cool breeze of pissed off heading in her direction. Yeah bad weather because the forecast predicted that in a five foot radius of Vinzen Ganesvoort.
"Sus forgot to drop off, so I took his bike and here it is." Vinz smiled innocently pointing to the film. "Take care of film please, it is very important to husky friend." With that the laika turned heel positive, that it was in good hands. The cat was far to easily distracted to take care of the piece. "One more thing taking husky friend on date, so do not worry about driving him home."
Vinz echoed for the whole store to hear, Chief almost reached the conclusion of crushing the film, but no one knew that it was Sus... "Its clearly a play date." Chief spun the lush red tendrils round her finger nervously, she wasn't buying it. A date the last time Sus had been on a date was well never. She slightly blamed herself for that one, he would ask, but after a while it became a silent understanding of a lost cause.
"I think Sinz might pull a one up on Crus."
"Shut up."
"Dude what the heck!" Sus yelled in the parking lot, embarrassed because he looked like a helpless little idiot. Over the shoulder of what he consider a fashionable scarlet biker jacket, jouncing to the steps of his warden, while Kendall and Payton sat back and watched. Before pulling this shanghai, Vinz just asked one simple question. Do you want to have fun? Sus apparently picked the wrong answer being dragged off, but he was slightly curious with the guy's intentions.
Payton nudged the lion hard in the side, over excited by the whole scene, Sus being carried off by a guy. "So you know what's going to happen right?" Kendall eyes failed to glint with agreement instead they shared a different light.
"Panda, this is more than likely a play date, don't get ahead of yourself... I don't see why everyone thinks that Sus has gone overboard. To me he's still Chief's unclaimed property." Ken folded his arms not approving the whole abduction, being the passive type he let it carry out since Sus never requested assistance. Just one word and the lion would have tried out his video tape karate wailing all over that ape like the thunder, but also graceful like the grasshopper and wise like the oak tree.
Payton shook his head steadily while pulling out his ID card, it was about that time to clock out. "You know nothing about the birds and the trees man. Once a bird nests oh you best believe there's going to be some singing." Kendall gave him a questionable stare, but Payton shrugged it off. "Vinzen and Sus will be singing mark my word Sunshine."
"How many times do I have to tell you!? I'm more of a sunset. I hate being called Sunshine, Ken is much more preferable." Ken erupted, elbows arced while he looked down at his paws quivering with annoyance. Payton slips that name in every now and then, especially after panda. Panda being acceptable to the shepherd makes it ok. Besides his fur, a darker yellow than most lions, put favor towards noonish not sunrise.
"Ok Ken." Payton said absolutely making it priority to stress his name to get under his pelt a little more, by golly it work. Ken cast a distinctive agitated glare like in response. Leading the way Ken followed Payton, maybe because being alone was unbearable, or the probable it was time to clock out.
"Stop being little bitch, put it on already."
Paws pressed into the gel seat of the carbon color vinyl of his red Suziki Hayabusa 2008. Vinzen must have somehow found his keys in their blatant hiding spot, the key rack, then figuring it was ok to take his baby to this crash course lot. "No I'm not letting you!" Sus informed him, unwilling to accept the passenger pink helmet specifically bought for Chief.
Vinz pushed the helmet into the dress shirt before repeating for about the seventieth time. "Put it on." Vinzen's unsuccessful attempt to sway Sus's reaction remained the same. "I can drive without and then crash Little Rocket into tree who happened to jump in way."
"Fine I'd rather die with Little Rocket than cry at his funeral." Sus replied snatching the helmet, still averse from putting it on. He eyed the pink custom Hayabusa helmet "Pink gah, you're wearing this on the way back!" Sus pulled the helmet over his head, the smell of Chief and new car expanded inside his lungs. Ok maybe he would wear this helmet on the way back, but not too often to distort the aroma. Pitching up the shoei helmet chroma shield his auburn eyes peeked from the confines. "Give me the jacket too." If he was going to wear the helmet he might as well put on her pink jacket... There was no way the laika was going to fit it. After snatching the jacket from Vinz, he put that on zipping it up his upper half matching. Sus could see the smile beneath the red shell, or he was imagining it, as Vinz climbed on Little Rocket. Sus climbed on the back stationing his hands hand behind him for support.
Vinzen looked back speaking within the muffled space. "Going to fall if you don't grab on." He stated the obvious, and Sus rolled his eyes mouthing off silently mocking those words. Dropping the shield over the pink helmet Vinzen felt Sus wrap his arms tightly around his waist, good enough for him to test Little Rocket and their crash resilience. "Good." He praised him starting up the engine, the smooth sound weaving inside both of their helmets, the arms encompassing him constricting. Sus was really clammy even if this was his first time on the back. "Not so tight, still waiting on engine." He responded to the uncomfortable vice around his waist. Sus remained quiet for the short three minutes as the engine turned over, then reapplying the deadly constraint they both picked up their feet simultaneously, if not Sus a little bit late. Vinz operated the throttle with a gentle twist setting them into motion. Allowing two fingers to wait idle on the front brake, right foot ready at the back for the first stop sign. The execution of the first stop perfect, maybe because he'd had his own before. Sus came out of his shell a bit relieved from the first positive part of the ride. Shifting with experience was instinctive as Vinz was showing it as he pulled out onto the road whipping between cars, which blared their horns.
Sus closed his eyes leaning with each swerve to ensure they wouldn't die. FAWK!!! He's driving way to FAWKING FAST! Sus mind cried, while his view stayed pitch black to protect himself from the possible fear of waking up bloody, oh and worst of all Little Rocket being a little wreck. The wind was beating against the pink leather jacket, the pressure was unfathomable, probably able to slice his skin. Legs locked snug to the sport bike, and his arms were like lead refuse to budge, attempting to reapply his grip had chances of him being gone with the wind. Was that movie any good? Eh Civil War has nothing to do with this...
Vinzen's malicious grin widened as they ran another yellow light, Little Rocket literally amazing for speed taking a clean 69mph in a 45mph zone. No cops were out, even still they'd pass off as a mistakable blur. "Yes!" Vinzen screamed into the stuffed helmet breaking a yellow transition into red, he was making good time at a killer price.
The crazed maniac left leg brushed a tad against Sus, who figured now they were down shifting, thank god. He released a pent up sigh of relief, taking advantage of their slowing speed to bind tighter to the driver. Opening his eyes to the virtual less moving scene they were sitting at a light... they were obeying the laws of the road. Did he die?
"Ummm?"
Vinzen shrugged his feet planted on the ground hold them steady. "Passing by Fuzz Station, don't worry I know speed turns you on." He chuckled impatiently waiting, red, red, red....
"No no dude I like cruising at the speed limit." He revealed placing his feet down hesitantly in fear that the light would change any moment taking his legs with it. Little Rocket having the time of it's life, while Sus fought to keep his bladder from puking.
"But we're making good time." Vinzen whined, watching the light switch to green, picking up their feet, his left foot pulled upward as they began shifting up to.... Speed limit. They were what less than two minutes from the destination. The Lazy Gents.
Only after pulling into a parking space did his nightmare end. Rolling over the seat the husky almost toppled over still having his cycle feet, Vinz caught him by the collar with a pitful look casting on him. "What!?"
"Are you always this pussy?"
"Let me go...." Sus muttered falling into a slouch adjusting to the sweet sweet earth. "Why did it take us so long to get here?" Sus asked taking a gander at the Jazz club, it was fairly close to their house, which happened to be not to far from where he and Chief worked. So why did it take that long going at nose bleed speed?
"Detour, was going to be short ride, and I do not want to bore you on first time." He replied looking back waiting for Sus to creep toward him. "Yesterday, we did what you like, now I want to show what I like." Sus followed him into the dark building, the audio was playing as it did most of the time that musicians were currently lounging. Vinzen was up in fifteen minutes anyway. Ushering his friend over to the round couch bed, he pushed Sus onto his back with a grin of a thousand kings. "You will enjoy much." He laughed falling onto his back next to Sus, who edged toward the impact. "You know I do not think anyone appreciate art much like you."
"Just because I like art doesn't mean I like it all... but I'm very open."
"Ya ya ya but you are inspiration tonight." Vinz replied eager for time to pass, he'd been working on this new piece for sometime, so that he could name it himself. "Think I'll call my song Twilight Mirage."
"Uhhh what?"
"Well I think you are a definite Sunset, but also a mirage. Only in twilight can be noticed." Vinzen placed his hand over his stomach trying to hold in cage up his butterflies this was going to be his best performance yet. Thanks to Sus for inspiring him to finish the piece the other night.
After a minute or so the musician got up heading toward the back where he'd change into his suave black tuxedo. Sus just laid there staring out into the darkness, So Vinz was naming a song after him... One that started out to be about Loraine, but since he helped him write the last few measures out it changed the whole aspect. Did that mean he was a girl? Of course not... but the song in unwritten words was about how he could have imagined this beautiful woman, no man/woman in the heat of love. No one would catch on so that had rarely any purpose. Sus rolled over a little depressed that he'd stolen the song from Loriane, but she did have the Sax though.
"Hey neighbor..." called out a voice lounging straight across from Sus, snaring his attention affectively.
Peering into the darkness Sus took a deep swallow in order for him to collect himself. "Hey." He responded trying to sound a bit cheery, but the crisis was eating away at him. Replacing someone that dear to your heart in a days time.
"You sound pretty bummed out... Mind if I ask we have a few minutes?" He reacted to the somber tone of the husky.
Sus could sense those eyes peering back at him now with concern. "Is it weird if someone writes a song after you?... This is after their old inspiration dies though. Like you get all the credit." Sus made sure to state that fact. Tuning in to the rustling of the stranger rolling over to stare blankly into the ceiling, it was a matter not to take so lightly.
"Sounds to me that you're guilty. Replacing the smaller flame with a bigger can sometimes cause the other source of muse to die out completely. Not like anyone notices who these things are written about. So in a sense you could say that its both of you if that eases your mind." Sus nodded accepting those words as guidance, they were pretty effect because he was feeling good already. He should probably ask for this guy's number. Call him up every time he felt like crap only to hear things like "The frog can't jump while within its early stages so just be patient you day will come to make the leap."