Story Two: Blind Date
Duck checked himself twice in the mirror. Today he was going to meet his blind date. Sure, blind dates weren't always the best way to meet people, but it was better than sitting around obsessing over one person.
A male person.
A male rabbit person.
A straight male rabbit person.
He sighed, snapping his tie in place. He was going to enjoy this date, even if it was an acne ridden hippo with hair problems.
Only problem with that is that hippos moved away from central Acmetropolis 400 years ago, but that wasn't the point he was trying to make.
He checked himself one last time in the mirror before 'quacking' to his date's dinner destination.
Duck grumbled to himself, drinking his fourth glass of wine since he sat down. If he had any self-esteem when he got there it was gone now.
"Oh! Dere ya are duck! I've been lookin' everywhere for ya…What are ya doing here…Are you drunk?!"
Duck groaned to himself, why did he have to be here, while he was in the middle of a…well, it wasn't exactly a date when only one of two partners were present.
"I'm…waiting for someone. My date."
"A date? Some girl with long blonde hair and loves to go swimming?"
"Ha ha, very funny."
Ace took a seat across from Duck, pouring himself a glass of wine.
"I hope you plan on paying for that, rabbit."
"You're a terrible date, Duck. I knew I shouldn't have answered that request."
"Yeah, well-wait, what?!"
Ace sipped his wine coolly.
"Well, this is what you wanted, isn't it?"
Duck sputtered, now completely out of his drunken stupor. Fear gripped his heart.
He knows. HE KNOWS!
"H-How?"
"I kind of guessed when you were writing that poem and kept asking everyone what rhymed with 'bunny', 'rabbit', and 'ears'."
Duck raised an eyebrow skeptically.
"How do you know Ii wasn't talking about Lex?"
"Believe me, knowing you, ya would have asked her out by now. Or showered her with gifts."
"But still-"
"Just enjoy yerself, Duck. You can ask all da questions you want afterwards."