I was in the middle of a food fight with my back against a knocked over table and my only ammunition were a bunch of napkins.
I went over my options for a moment, I could dip these napkins in something like water and mold them into balls and then throw them.
Or I could save them for when the fight was over to clean face, or that of the pretty blond that was sitting close to me.
Come to think of it, where did she go?
Ah, I saw her legs coming out from under the buffet table, they were twitching and that probably meant something was wrong.
I found a large steel platter nearby and used it as a shield while I crawled the small distance to the buffet table.
Pastries were flying over head and when I reached the buffet table I got under it to see what was up with the girl.
She was lying face up on the floor, her eyes were closed and she looked asleep.
Her lips were parted and I saw her chest gently going up and down.
At least she wasn’t dead I though to myself as I sat down next to her on my knees and watched her sleep.
People were still having their food war outside; it was the bride’s family versus the groom’s.
And right when Uncle Seymour threw the wedding cake at the groom’s 94 years old grandmother, she opened her eyes.
“Hey.”, She said with a sleepy voice.
As she got up and sat down I saw a chicken leg that came from the barbecue on the ground.
“You got knocked out by a grilled chicken leg.”, I told her.
She felt a pain going through her skull and was holding onto her head when she said, “Shit.”
I could hear police sirens and they were getting closer really fast.
“Do you like me, like me?”, She asked me.
At first I felt confused when she asked it like that, but she meant if I was attracted to her, and I was so I said, “Yes.”
She came closer to my face with her’s and I though she was going to kiss me when instead she moved back again real fast and revealed a plate with a whipped cream pie on it from behind her back and threw it into my face.
I started wiping it off my face when the table we took shelter under got knocked over by her buff looking boyfriend that picked her up with one arm and threw her over his shoulder, “Loser!” he said and carried her away.
His voice reminded me of a frog I once had called Lutzi.
Police cars arrived and blocked the entrances to the park and people were running around like crazy.
A policeman slipped over a squished fruit salad and landed on his ass.
I went over my options for a moment, I could dip these napkins in something like water and mold them into balls and then throw them.
Or I could save them for when the fight was over to clean face, or that of the pretty blond that was sitting close to me.
Come to think of it, where did she go?
Ah, I saw her legs coming out from under the buffet table, they were twitching and that probably meant something was wrong.
I found a large steel platter nearby and used it as a shield while I crawled the small distance to the buffet table.
Pastries were flying over head and when I reached the buffet table I got under it to see what was up with the girl.
She was lying face up on the floor, her eyes were closed and she looked asleep.
Her lips were parted and I saw her chest gently going up and down.
At least she wasn’t dead I though to myself as I sat down next to her on my knees and watched her sleep.
People were still having their food war outside; it was the bride’s family versus the groom’s.
And right when Uncle Seymour threw the wedding cake at the groom’s 94 years old grandmother, she opened her eyes.
“Hey.”, She said with a sleepy voice.
As she got up and sat down I saw a chicken leg that came from the barbecue on the ground.
“You got knocked out by a grilled chicken leg.”, I told her.
She felt a pain going through her skull and was holding onto her head when she said, “Shit.”
I could hear police sirens and they were getting closer really fast.
“Do you like me, like me?”, She asked me.
At first I felt confused when she asked it like that, but she meant if I was attracted to her, and I was so I said, “Yes.”
She came closer to my face with her’s and I though she was going to kiss me when instead she moved back again real fast and revealed a plate with a whipped cream pie on it from behind her back and threw it into my face.
I started wiping it off my face when the table we took shelter under got knocked over by her buff looking boyfriend that picked her up with one arm and threw her over his shoulder, “Loser!” he said and carried her away.
His voice reminded me of a frog I once had called Lutzi.
Police cars arrived and blocked the entrances to the park and people were running around like crazy.
A policeman slipped over a squished fruit salad and landed on his ass.
