The girls were pretty though, pretty as a razorback's ear. Beiste made his way, in Sue's wake, along the reception line, shaking hands and congratulating and wishing well. It had been a wonderful party, even if they didn't bring on a mechanical bull.
"Oh my!" giggled Santana, as his whiskers grazed her face. She smelled as sweet as fresh cut hay. He kissed her cheek, then moved down to the last pretty girl.
"I know about you." Brittany lifted her eyebrows and turned the corners of her mouth down. Santana looked sharply at her. "You're not fooling anyone, Santa Claus."