I see May in a respectable format. At least, I did. May and I are at karaoke night at the Pub, and May, is belching out supposed words to he song, 'Dark Horse' by Katy Perry. Yeah, right.
"Maaaakkkeee mmeeee ya Aphrodiiittttttiiiieeeee! Maaaakkkeeee meeee yyyooouurrr one and oooooonly!" She screaches.
"Boo!" The crowd hisses. May keeps on truckin'.
"So ya wanna plaayy with magic! Boooy ya should know watchya fallen foooiiirrr!" I run on stage.
"Are ya ready for, ready for, " I sing as I drag her down the steps.
"The perfect storm, perfect storm," I continue.
"Blah and blah! And and blah!" I mumble and I drag her out.
"Hey! I was killing it!"
"No. You were killing ME," I point out. She pouts.
"I hate you," she huffs. I smile.
"Love you, too," I wrap my srms around her thin waist.
