Title: Fan Dance Author: charisstoma word count: 318
Daryl burst from the shrubbery at full tilt, his clothing rearranged haphazardly, his face bright red.
“I’ve been assaulted,” he hung onto Colby’s shoulder gasping. “Sexually assaulted!”
“You were just on the other side of the bushes, not more than 6 feet of us,” Ryan said. “Other than that peacock, there wasn’t anyone around. He gave a pretty impressive display too. You missed it.” “I missed nothing. Believe me! The peacock had his cock out alright. While you were all admiring his feathers, I was getting ….”
“Ah, my pretty one. You ran away.” A man in rich green and blue attire, stepped from around the hedge walking toward the group.
“I am NOT your pretty one! I don’t care who you are or how wealthy you might be,” Daryl added noticing the jewelry the man wore close up, “I do not put out on first approaches.” His friends started coughing, “I don’t!”
“What about…”
“We’d at least noticed each other from across the bar room several times,” Daryl argued.
“As we have my sweet pretty one. Don’t think I’ve not noticed YOU eyeing me up, taking my picture. I even seem to recall you wondering aloud how I’d taste.” He mocked despair, “and then you run off when I offer such a taste to you.”
“I… You… You’re a peacock.”
“It’s Peafowl actually or more correctly Pavo cristatus var. familiarus and I’d love to get familiar with you. If I were to take you to a cozy bar near here would you reconsider? You can bring your friends, my treat,” he added coaxingly.
There were noises from Daryl’s friends . The bar was nice. So was Pavvy. A year later Pavvy officially spread his resplendent fan of feathers for Daryl again with Daryl’s friends as witnesses. Later, as it should be, there was a private, though not the first between them, spreading. Daryl was in-egg soon after.
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Author: charisstoma
word count: 318
Daryl burst from the shrubbery at full tilt, his clothing rearranged haphazardly, his face bright red.
“I’ve been assaulted,” he hung onto Colby’s shoulder gasping. “Sexually assaulted!”
“You were just on the other side of the bushes, not more than 6 feet of us,” Ryan said. “Other than that peacock, there wasn’t anyone around. He gave a pretty impressive display too. You missed it.”
“I missed nothing. Believe me! The peacock had his cock out alright. While you were all admiring his feathers, I was getting ….”
“Ah, my pretty one. You ran away.” A man in rich green and blue attire, stepped from around the hedge walking toward the group.
“I am NOT your pretty one! I don’t care who you are or how wealthy you might be,” Daryl added noticing the jewelry the man wore close up, “I do not put out on first approaches.” His friends started coughing, “I don’t!”
“What about…”
“We’d at least noticed each other from across the bar room several times,” Daryl argued.
“As we have my sweet pretty one. Don’t think I’ve not noticed YOU eyeing me up, taking my picture. I even seem to recall you wondering aloud how I’d taste.” He mocked despair, “and then you run off when I offer such a taste to you.”
“I… You… You’re a peacock.”
“It’s Peafowl actually or more correctly Pavo cristatus var. familiarus and I’d love to get familiar with you. If I were to take you to a cozy bar near here would you reconsider? You can bring your friends, my treat,” he added coaxingly.
There were noises from Daryl’s friends . The bar was nice. So was Pavvy.
A year later Pavvy officially spread his resplendent fan of feathers for Daryl again with Daryl’s friends as witnesses. Later, as it should be, there was a private, though not the first between them, spreading. Daryl was in-egg soon after.