The Happiest Place On Earth

Chapter 2

Hello, folks! Here's another installment of The Happiest Place on Earth. It's a bit longer than the first, but I'm still just getting into the plot. My life is about to get well hectic, so I'm not sure how often I'll be able to add to this fic. Updates will definitely come faster if I know that you guys are interested, though ;)

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I managed to keep the excitable puppy that is Tony away from Disney for the grand total of six days after moving into our Orlando apartment. However, that Friday I was woken up with a pillow in the face and the weight of a full grown man leaping on my bed.

"C'mon, Dreads! Disney World! Get your ass out of bed and lets fucking go-"

I silenced him by returning the pillow smack.

Classes didn't start for another week, and I'd already spent the past few days unpacking, so I had no excuse not to go other than simply not feeling like it; an excuse that Tony wouldn't entertain for a second. So, that's how I found myself sighing in front of the bathroom mirror, dressed in only a towel and enjoying the lingering steam from my shower. I traced a double helix into the foggy mirror absentmindedly, mulling over why I was so adamant about not going to Disney.

For one, I'm a scientist. Magic is bullshit, the entire illusion of this wonderland amusement park was nothing more than a series of well-hidden tricks and contraptions, all of which was being continuously fueled by capitalism. Additionally, I felt like I should still be grieving over Beth. Yes, it'd been over a month, and yes, I'd come to terms with my situation, but going somewhere that I was expected to be giddy with excitement was still totally unappealing.

My self-analysis was interrupted by Tony whipping open the bathroom door with one hand in front of his face, his fingers obviously split so he still had a perfect view of his surroundings. His goofy smile dropped when he saw me in a towel, and when his eyes met mine, which were sporting dubiously raised eyebrows, he shrugged unapologetically.

"What? You're hot, Cos!"

I rolled my eyes and smirked, stepping out of the bathroom with an exaggerated swagger for his amusement.

After shooing him out of my bedroom, I quickly picked out my outfit, black tennis shoes, maroon skinny jeans that I could roll up if I got too warm, and a black and white geometric print crop top. After applying my eyeliner with the precision of somebody who had literally been doing it for years, I popped on my glasses and was ready to go.

"Let's get to it, Tony, before I change my mind…"

We were out the door like a bullet.

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On the car ride to Magic Kingdom Tony picked up on my sour mood, and for once, dropped his playful persona to talk with me.

"You're still upset about that bitch, aren't you babe?"

I opened my mouth to protest, but was quickly cut off.

"Don't deny it, Dreads! I know you like the back of my hand."

With a huff I reply.

"Well yeah, I'm still a little bit in shock from my long fucking term relationship ending how it did, out of nowhere, too… but I'm not still pining over her or anything. I just miss what I had I guess, it felt safe."

I turn to gaze out the window, not wanting to let Tony see my vulnerability, let alone the blush that I got from revealing so much. We're both silent for a long moment.

"Well Cos, you know what I think?"

He doesn't pause long enough for me to comment.

"I think you've gotta embrace this change, man! Suck the day's dick! Or uhh, eat the day's pussy or whatever…"

I snort out a laugh at his stumbling metaphor, slapping him playfully in the arm.

"You know what Tony? I think you're right! Let's go, we'll spend the morning being wholesome at Magic Kingdom, but tonight we're heading to Epcot and we're gonna get fucked up and have some fun!"

He flashes me a grin that's similar to my own and barks out a laugh.

"That's what I'm talking about!"

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We spend the day at Magic Kingdom, running from ride to ride and offending small families with Tony's inability to censor his profanity every time he saw the length of the lines in front of him. Still though, I admittedly was having a great time.

It was hard to keep my scientific skepticism and critiques to myself, but I managed to nonetheless, and fifteen minutes after getting into the park I realized that the smile on my face was genuine, and I was looking forward to having a mildly crazy night with my best friend.

We left Magic Kingdom at a little after 6pm, and at Tony's suggestion, we stopped at a rest area on our way to Epcot to smoke a joint or three. For the first time in a while, his suggestion was met with total enthusiasm.

What can I say? I'm from the Bay Area, old habits die hard.

Anyway, we got to Epcot just around 7pm, and after learning that the park would technically close at 9pm, decided to skip the rides and head straight for the world showcase.

In no time whatsoever, me and Tony drank our way through Mexico, Germany, Norway, and Japan. I was feeling pleasantly buzzed with my combination of tequila, beer, more beer, and Saki, and my self esteem was soaring from the amount of completely unsubtle gazes and flirty comments I'd received throughout our travels. Who knew there'd be so many hot women at the Happiest Place on Earth?

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After Japan, Tony and I agreed to drink at one more country before grabbing a late dinner and seeing where the night took us outside of Disney.

As soon as he heard the sounds of a Rolling Stones cover band, Tony decided that we'd have a few more drinks in England before getting our grub on.

As we stood in line at the beer stand, Tony nudged me hard in the ribs. I snapped my neck towards him in annoyance and gave him my typical 'what the actual fuck, man?' look.

"Chill, Cos! Check out the bargirl, dude, she's fuckin' smoking!"

I did as he said, and honestly, yeah, she totally was, but I also was getting a not-even-slightly-gay vibe from her. Our conversation continued in similar fashion until we were next in line, when I heard loud scoff from beside us.

Looking over, I saw a tall, thin, probably gay guy that looked about my age. I looked at him questioningly, trying to figure out if I should be preparing for a verbal battle or something entirely different.

Then I noticed he was wearing the same ridiculous outfits as everyone else in the pavilion. I checked his name tag, it read "Felix, Bradford UK."

He met my stare with his own sassy look, our raised brows mirroring each other.

"Back down, glasses, I'm not gonna yell at ya'. You should know that my sister is very much into dick though, so no point wasting your efforts."

I looked back at him confused, cottoning on to what he was saying when he gave a dramatic head nod towards the woman serving beer.

"I've tried to get her to join our side, love," he says with a wink and a smirk as I blush, "but really, that one is quite solid about loving men… can't say I blame her though." I laugh with him- Felix, I guess, then, and Tony, who'd been standing beside me and watching the exchange laughed timidly as well.

"Oi, knobhead, let me serve the fucking customers, alright?"

The bargirl, Sarah, according to her name tag, scolds Felix with a grin. He backs off with his hands out in front of him in a placating gesture. In a flash, Felix is behind the register with his sister, continuing to chat with us as she poured Tony and I two pints of the strongest ale they served.

I watched Felix whisper to Sarah, who shrugged in response as she accepted my credit card and we got ready to leave.

Suddenly, me and Tony are joined by Felix as we make our way from the beer stand.

"D'you two fancy a party tonight?"

I just give a confused look as Tony shouts an affirmation for the both of us.

Before I have time to realize what's happening, Felix has shoved a napkin with an address and a time scrawled onto it into my hand. He gives us a final wink before turning on his heel and strutting back to Sarah.

Tony leads me to the next Pavilion, which I'm assuming is France based on the fake Eiffel Tower, as I gulp my pint and shake my fuzzy head in an futile attempt to make sense of whatever the fuck just happened.

"So, love," Tony adopts a posh English accent, making me smile, "fancy a party tonight or what?"

I scoff back at him.

"Uhh, obvs? We really need to grab some food first though, because I can't keep drinking if I'm gonna be doing so on an empty stomach."

With that, Tony and make our way towards the only restaurant that still appears to be open.

The hostess quickly leads us to a small table, handing us our menus and stating that a server would be right with us.

We skim the menu for a few minutes, trying our hardest to ignore the ridiculous prices, when I'm brought out of my daze by the most angelic voice I've ever heard.

"Bonjour, welcome to Les Chefs De France…"

Not a second later, the first fireworks from Epcot Illuminations display go off.

Perfect. Fucking. Timing.

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