It was a warm summer evening. The House stirred with silence and humidity from the relentless heat emitting from the burning sun. Two bodily figures sit in the foreroom on cushioned couches, stitched with golden lacing and covered in fuzzy velvet leather. They both sit apart from each other, crossing their legs and waste time before dinner. The air begins to cool from the air conditioning and emits a soft breeze on the skin of the figures.
The tallest of the both breaks the silence of the quiet room.
"Hey, when is dinner?" asked Flexx.
"Why do you ask? Are you hungry or somethin'? Go make yourself dinner dude," responded Allel.
Flexx responds harsh in tone, for it wasn't his turn to cook, but Allels.
"Well, it's not my night to cook, so I doubt I want to get my hands dirty. I'm hungry so go cook please," he said.
Allel ponders for a moment and decides to go along with the situation and rises up from his spot and walks over to the kitchen.
"So, what do you want to eat?" Allel asks.
"Hmm... How 'bout just some sandwiches to each for tonight?" asked Flexx
"Sandwiches?! I have you say, I will have no sandwiches in this house tonight! You sound like Katniss from the Hunger Games asking for a shot at Gale!" responded Allel.
Flexx stares at him for a moment, confused by this response, because we all know that it doesn't really make sense, but we go with it anyways.
"Well, I'm just hungry for some sandwiches though. Do we have any mayo though, because I'm craving for some." said Flexx.
"Yeah, yeah, we got some. Just make dinner already," responded Allel.
Allel then starts making the meal for the two. He grabs the plastic encasing the rye bread and takes off that twisty thing that no one knows what the f**k it is, but we usually call it that twisty thing. He places it on the warm marble of the countertop and twists the plastic counterclockwise, opening the bag to a nice smell of wheat. He grabs four pieces of bread and obtains 4 plates from the cabinet and places each piece of bread individually on the plates, leaving two for each.
"Hey," yells Allel. "Where's the mayo?"
"It's in the cabinet, next to the hot sauce," said Flexx.
He grabs the mayo and shakes it to disperse the white, moist goodness evenly. He then pops the cap off and spews a quarterly amount across the rye pieces of bread. Whilst he does that, Flexx rises from his spot and walks over to Allel to inspect his work.
"It's coming along nicely I suppose?" asked Flexx.
"That's not the only thing that's coming along nicely..." whispers Allel. He squints his eyes and sways them towards Flexx slowly. He gives a small smirks and moves his body closer to Flexx. He exchanges glares with Flexx and tips closer to him. Before anyone can act, he grabs the mayo and uncaps it. Giving a wink, he swabs a big portion in his hands and inspects it for a brief moment.
"Wh- what are yo-..." said Flexx until he was interupted by Allel.
"Shh... It's all mayo now... It's all mayo..." whispers Allel. He whispers in his ears until Flexx giggles a little. They both understand what's going on and Allel makes the first move. He smothers Flexx with mayo, making it squelch all over him and slabs a handful on his chest. Flexx then crouches down and inspects his denim jeans. He gives a quick look and unzips them. Upon inspecting, he notices a large bulge in his undergarment and looks up at Allel's eyes. Mystified, they stare at each other and without exception, he slides off the undergarment. He sees that it's not stiff, so he harasses Allel a little and grabs the jar from his hands. Once obtained, he lathers the two cabbage patches with a bit of mayo until his carrot straightens and then...
To be continued...
