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Chapter 12
General PoV
"Yeah! The DJ's here!" Pigeon appeared at the doorway, face flushed and giggling.
"We hired a DJ?" asked Skittery nervously. "Does Pulitzer know about this?"
"Nah," Pigeon held her fingers to her lips, "shh! Don't tell! I pulled some strings. What's a party without dancing?"
Skittery looked about the room uneasily. It was already more out of control than he would have preferred. Honestly, Jack was scuffing the pool table! Racetrack was gambling! Kid Blink and Mush were jousting around the room with glow-in-the-dark swords! Pigeon was....leading in the DJ.
"You can set up here please!" she ordered cheerfully.
"Who're you?" Skittery asked gruffly.
"Oh, hi, my name's Swifty," Swifty pulled out a box of records. "Could you—uh—get them to move please?" He pointed to a couple in the corner.
Skittery poked Spot in the shoulder. "Spot? Can you move? The illegal DJ wants to set up."
Spot looked up from making out with Ireland and glanced at the DJ. "Uh, sure." He led Ireland away by the hand.
She giggled as they reached the other side of the room. "I like dancing," she told him.
Spot groaned. "Does that mean we have to dance?"
Ireland narrowed her eyes. "What did you have in mind? Did you just want to kiss all night?"
"Well..." Spot grinned mischievously, "yeah!"
"Spot, you're awful. Lets dance!"
Specs sat at one of the many tables and sipped his bottle of coke.
"Your name's Specs, right?" Kid Blink appeared at his side.
Specs nodded.
"Do you think you could go into the King's Quest and untangle the raft? Some kid tied a bunch of knots in it."
Before Specs could protest Blink was thanking him profusely and rushing back to his sword fight with Mush.
Specs stood up to find Dutchy. What was Blink thinking, leaving him to do that? He'd never even heard of the King's Quest.
Dutchy's PoV
Though the dark passageways and dungeon-like rooms I led Specs. We passed the ball-throwing event and entered the raft room.
The whole area smelt like chlorine and moss. In the middle of the rope that you're supposed to pull yourself across was a gigantic knot.
"He wants us to undo that thing?" I asked in horror. How were we supposed to get across there?
"I think so." Specs was already pulling the raft across so we could get to the knot. Unfortunately it got stuck mid-way.
"What next?" he asked.
"I guess we have to wade." I removed my shoes and socks and rolled up my pant legs. Specs did the same. My first step into the murky water was disgusting. The bottom was slippery and covered in a layer of slime it had built up over the years. Beside me Specs slipped and fell down. I helped him up.
"Are you OK?" I asked as he pulled bits of algae from his hair.
"Yeah, can we just get this over with?"
Upon reaching the knot I knew it would be near impossible to undo. We each tugged and yanked at it until out arms ached but came to no conclusion. Finally, defeated, I sat down in the water.
"I give up."
"Don't....give....up..." grunted Specs, tugging at the knot some more.
"Don't tug at it. It makes the damn knot tighter."
Specs made one final try, lost his balance and fell into my lap knocking me fully to the ground.
Now my whole body was covered in slime. My head was in the water so that I felt it slosh around in my ears. But surprisingly, I didn't feel so bad. Specs was lying on top of my in a way that seemed to fit.
If I listened closely I could hear the music playing from the poolroom. Dutchy scrambled to get up.
"Dutchy," I asked, "are you gay?"
He didn't answer me. I could see the outline of his face in the dim light. I struggled to make out an expression.
Before today I wouldn't have thought I was gay, but things change when your hot co-worker falls onto your lap. "If you're not I hope you don't mind."
I leaned towards him and before I knew what was going on he'd pulled me towards him by the neck and was kissing me.
"We should get back," he said when he stopped. "There's nothing we can do now, they'll have to undo the rope to make it right again."
When we exited the King's Quest Blink grinned at me. Beside him the surveillance camera showed the raft room. Mush to my dismay it was replaying our kiss.
((There's the last party chapter. Though it has little party in it I felt it was significant. Reviews!!! Yeah!!!)
Shoutouts:
Fantasy3- I have no ideas as to the other horse. I will think of it, however.
Sapphy- actually I—(thinks twice and hides behind a giant wall for protection) haven't ever seen all of Flashdance. Only bits and pieces. And aren't baby horses called colts, not ponies?
Written Sparks- once again, I suck at pool.
Madison Square- it was the kinda thing I wanted to mix up...heh heh, Davey good at pool. What a world we live in...
Strawberri Shake- according to this chapter Spot found his people skills. And I love Black Jack! I'm good at it!
Ireland O'Reily- liked that chapter? I know you did...
Cassies-Grandma- I love giving advice, I feel useful. And what does 'Keep on Keepin' On' mean?
BrooklynGrl- I love people! And Nick eh...hmmm...
Chapter 12
General PoV
"Yeah! The DJ's here!" Pigeon appeared at the doorway, face flushed and giggling.
"We hired a DJ?" asked Skittery nervously. "Does Pulitzer know about this?"
"Nah," Pigeon held her fingers to her lips, "shh! Don't tell! I pulled some strings. What's a party without dancing?"
Skittery looked about the room uneasily. It was already more out of control than he would have preferred. Honestly, Jack was scuffing the pool table! Racetrack was gambling! Kid Blink and Mush were jousting around the room with glow-in-the-dark swords! Pigeon was....leading in the DJ.
"You can set up here please!" she ordered cheerfully.
"Who're you?" Skittery asked gruffly.
"Oh, hi, my name's Swifty," Swifty pulled out a box of records. "Could you—uh—get them to move please?" He pointed to a couple in the corner.
Skittery poked Spot in the shoulder. "Spot? Can you move? The illegal DJ wants to set up."
Spot looked up from making out with Ireland and glanced at the DJ. "Uh, sure." He led Ireland away by the hand.
She giggled as they reached the other side of the room. "I like dancing," she told him.
Spot groaned. "Does that mean we have to dance?"
Ireland narrowed her eyes. "What did you have in mind? Did you just want to kiss all night?"
"Well..." Spot grinned mischievously, "yeah!"
"Spot, you're awful. Lets dance!"
Specs sat at one of the many tables and sipped his bottle of coke.
"Your name's Specs, right?" Kid Blink appeared at his side.
Specs nodded.
"Do you think you could go into the King's Quest and untangle the raft? Some kid tied a bunch of knots in it."
Before Specs could protest Blink was thanking him profusely and rushing back to his sword fight with Mush.
Specs stood up to find Dutchy. What was Blink thinking, leaving him to do that? He'd never even heard of the King's Quest.
Dutchy's PoV
Though the dark passageways and dungeon-like rooms I led Specs. We passed the ball-throwing event and entered the raft room.
The whole area smelt like chlorine and moss. In the middle of the rope that you're supposed to pull yourself across was a gigantic knot.
"He wants us to undo that thing?" I asked in horror. How were we supposed to get across there?
"I think so." Specs was already pulling the raft across so we could get to the knot. Unfortunately it got stuck mid-way.
"What next?" he asked.
"I guess we have to wade." I removed my shoes and socks and rolled up my pant legs. Specs did the same. My first step into the murky water was disgusting. The bottom was slippery and covered in a layer of slime it had built up over the years. Beside me Specs slipped and fell down. I helped him up.
"Are you OK?" I asked as he pulled bits of algae from his hair.
"Yeah, can we just get this over with?"
Upon reaching the knot I knew it would be near impossible to undo. We each tugged and yanked at it until out arms ached but came to no conclusion. Finally, defeated, I sat down in the water.
"I give up."
"Don't....give....up..." grunted Specs, tugging at the knot some more.
"Don't tug at it. It makes the damn knot tighter."
Specs made one final try, lost his balance and fell into my lap knocking me fully to the ground.
Now my whole body was covered in slime. My head was in the water so that I felt it slosh around in my ears. But surprisingly, I didn't feel so bad. Specs was lying on top of my in a way that seemed to fit.
If I listened closely I could hear the music playing from the poolroom. Dutchy scrambled to get up.
"Dutchy," I asked, "are you gay?"
He didn't answer me. I could see the outline of his face in the dim light. I struggled to make out an expression.
Before today I wouldn't have thought I was gay, but things change when your hot co-worker falls onto your lap. "If you're not I hope you don't mind."
I leaned towards him and before I knew what was going on he'd pulled me towards him by the neck and was kissing me.
"We should get back," he said when he stopped. "There's nothing we can do now, they'll have to undo the rope to make it right again."
When we exited the King's Quest Blink grinned at me. Beside him the surveillance camera showed the raft room. Mush to my dismay it was replaying our kiss.
((There's the last party chapter. Though it has little party in it I felt it was significant. Reviews!!! Yeah!!!)
Shoutouts:
Fantasy3- I have no ideas as to the other horse. I will think of it, however.
Sapphy- actually I—(thinks twice and hides behind a giant wall for protection) haven't ever seen all of Flashdance. Only bits and pieces. And aren't baby horses called colts, not ponies?
Written Sparks- once again, I suck at pool.
Madison Square- it was the kinda thing I wanted to mix up...heh heh, Davey good at pool. What a world we live in...
Strawberri Shake- according to this chapter Spot found his people skills. And I love Black Jack! I'm good at it!
Ireland O'Reily- liked that chapter? I know you did...
Cassies-Grandma- I love giving advice, I feel useful. And what does 'Keep on Keepin' On' mean?
BrooklynGrl- I love people! And Nick eh...hmmm...