Tom came home really late. If only I had known, I wouldn't have kicked Bombalurina out so early. Well, I should have known. I had heard him talking about Amy (Quaxo's human and his ex-queenfriend) earlier. Those visits always ended in him stumbling home drunk off his ass. It's always funny to watch, though I sometimes feel bad later about his bad taste in chicks. Not that Amy's bad. But the other queens are. Like Lola—what kind of name is Lola? And Leanna, Trixie, Dana…
Anyway, so he stumbled in drunk off his ass. I amused myself by screwing with him all night. Running here and there and watching him trying to figure out what that black blur was. Even my purring confused him. He was off mumbling about something I couldn't understand for the life of me, but I assumed it had something to do with Amy and Lola—he said those names very clearly a lot. He finally passed out on the floor.
I expected the major hangover Tom was going to have when he woke. I didn't expect the loud banging on the door. I think Tom almost tore that door down in his frustration. I imagine the banging hadn't helped his migraine. I heard Alex's voice out there. That's Plato's human, y'know. I expect he wanted to know how Tom did with Amy. This was going to be a fun conversation to listen to.