"Thank you so much for making it tonight, Randy!" Tray, the orange feline, principal, of Randy's daughters school tried not to squeal as he took a sit next to the squirrel. "Both Jerry, and I, were thrilled to hear you wanted to pitch in for the Spring festival!" The cat sighed while placing a new bottle of wine on the table that Jerry seemed thrilled to see, as the extremely effeminate male elk clapped his hands.
"OH, Tray! You're such a beast!" Jerry teased already more than buzzed as he poured his fancy glass flute full of the white wine that Tray just sat down.
"Guilty!" Tray sang happily.
Randy knew this was a mistake. Tray, and Jerry, were the two openly gay men that worked in his daughter's school. Principal and music teacher. They only started asking Randy for help in school matters once they found out he was in a homosexual relationship himself. However, most times he talked to the men he found himself feeling out of place and awkward. Still... These men were now asking for help with some events having to do with his daughters, who would likely be his only child's, school. How couldn't he say no? He got why his husband said no... and now he started to really understand why his older lover had such distaste for taking part in anything involving the two very open men.
"I'm only here cause I'm a fag." Randy thought, but not feeling akin to the men he was hanging out with now. "I can't stand these guys... even if we all suck- "Randy's thought was cut off but Tray speaking up again.
"Well, now that everyone is here!" Tray announced while now filling his own glass with wine.
"This is everyone?" Randy asked a bit shocked? "I thought this was a meeting with the event committee?"
"Surprise!" Jerry smiled as he crossed his legs and bounced the top, up and down a bit, while interlocking his fingers on his knee. "We're the main organizers! Our next meeting we'll bring on everyone else. So long as we're ready to assign tasks."
"OH, forgive me, Randy!" Tray begged as he stood up and then ran back into his kitchen before bring out two six packs of beer. "I wasn't sure what you'd prefer, so I took a gamble on both of these." The cat grinned somewhat worried.
Randy took a look at both beer choices that were far below his standard, so he just nodded his head no, and focused back on the reason he'd come here over all. "I don't drink piss beer, sorry. But I get why ya think us poor southerners do." Randy tried to grin. The fact he was seen as a poor worthless southerner seemed to hurt him far worse than the fact he'd turned gay... but how could say no to Proton?" Sorry but dat ain't muh thing." Randy grimaced while trying to smile. "I don't need ta get lit ta talk about muh girls school." Randy smiled as Tray stood up again and left the room as he seemed to recall something else he'd forgotten.
"Oh, honey! We all know that we think better just a little under the devil's spell." Jerry laughed while moving his chair closer to Randy and placing an arm around him causing Randy to obviously becoming worried. "Unless you'd like to get high?"
Randy, who had not smoked pot in over five years, looked at the gay man with interest. "I'd get in so much trouble." Randy spoke under his breath but couldn't hide his obvious interest in the offer just made to him.
"Easier to ask for forgiveness than permission." Jerry grinned as he pulled out his tiny pipe and bag of pot. "I can't tell you how great it is to meet a father that is gay. I've been doing this for 8 years and you are the first. And O.M.G. you!" Jerry laughed before loading the small bowl and then lighting it up for a small drag himself. He then passed the still filled pipe over to Randy with a lighter that the slightly younger male squirrel accepted and looked down at with uncertainty. "Don't worry, honey. Tray doesn't mind us lighting up in here. It's why he has the windows open and fan blowing." The very flamboyant elk then pointed around to show Randy they weren't doing wrong by their host.
"Uh... huh?" Randy asked really not sure what to make of the music teacher's reaction to him as the amazing lone gay father, as he now gave in and lit a fire on the pipe while taking in a large breath of THC himself.
"It's just I get so tired of dealing with Cis men." Jerry cried out over dramatically while accepting the pipe back from Randy. "Hell, even the Cis women are becoming our enemies because of this whole trans fad." The colorfully dressed man sighed seeming upset before taking another hit off his pipe.
"You started without me?!" The feline gasped while taking a seat on the opposite side on Randy and then tapping a finger on the table in front of all of them getting a nod of approval out of his elk coworker as he held in the drag, he just took, for a moment longer.
"I was just telling Randy about our Cis problem." Jerry frowned, despite his obvious good mood, while passing the pipe over Randy's lap to his feline bosses' hands.
"Oh, don't even get me started on the straights!" Tray scoffed right before taking a long hit and then quickly passing the pipe to Randy before even letting the smoke out of his lungs. Randy accepted, and started to take in the last of the bowl as Tray continued to rant. "The number of complaints we get about our pride flags in the school has finally tapered off, but I still get the same few families' emailing me every month! The amount of hate they have for us is absolutely disgusting! And now they are screaming about having an early pride month so the kids can get involved! I can't imagine how their kids feel..." Tray cried out while helping himself to another glass of wine.
"Da kids feel fine." Randy finally asserted after letting out his long held in hit as Jerry took his pipe from him to make use of it yet again with a new bud.
"Excuse me?" Tray looked at Randy as if he didn't hear him right.
"Um... Could I get a few of dim beers now? Sorry fer playing hard ta get but... I'm out of my mind right now and need a come down." Randy sighed trying to play down his simple words of offence.
"Of course, honey." Tray smiled at Randy while pushing both six packs next to the squirrel, but not holding back he wasn't happy with his response. "You seem to be a bit argumentative. What's got you so upset, love?"
"I ain't upset." Randy reassured while cracking a can of beer open and downing half of it fast to try to stop his head from spinning in a way he wasn't use to for so long. "I just don't get why you guys are so caught up on hating people dat ain't just like ya." Randy downed the last of his first beer and cracked open another as he felt it as a life line after hitting such a high from herbalism after so long. "Hell, even I ain't like ya! No one is da same, and talking down on people fer not leading da same life is wrong. And as I recall dat use ta be the whole point of da gay pride thing." Randy tried to hold back more harsh words as his anger flared under this seemingly unknown spell. "Nothing wrong with not wanting yer kids ta learn much about gay people at a young age! Kids don't understand sex and they shouldn't!"
"Oh, dear boy!" Jerry sighed now setting his pipe on the table as if saying they all have had enough. "I'm so sorry to hear you're around so many toxic people, that they've made you literally hate yourself and who you should openly be." The elk place one of his hands on Randy's as the squirrel looked at him in disbelief.
"I'm always me." Randy breathed out heavily after a minute of thought. "And lots of people don't like me fer it, but it is rarely cause I'm now queer." He considered pulling his hand away from the other man's but thought that would only aid in the other man's delusion about things. "I did hide it fer a long while, but dat was only fer Proton. 'Cause he wasn't ready to open up." The brown, and tan furred squirrel now looked down and smiled thinking about his husband. "I love him. But dat don't mean we gotta teach everyone else's kid how sometimes two dudes fall in love and marry each other. Hell, pride is nothing but mostly naked men dancing sexually and hooking up. I'd never go, and I'd never let my daughter go, so I agree with those straight parents! Yer fascist gay agenda has no place in da schools." Randy grunted and then tried to stand up to leave but only fell down, causing both men to leave their seats and hover over him.
"You weren't kidding it's been a while." Jerry smiled while aiding Randy to his feet as he was led into the living room to sit on Trays over sized couch. "Tray has one of the most impressive liquor cabinets I've ever seen, so we're going to make you a drink, so you can calm down. Ok?" The elk leaned over him far too intently as he let one of his hands roam up and down Randy torse that the squirrel couldn't really keep up with as his mind was all over the place. "By the end of the night we're definitely going to understand one another far better."