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Welcome to Frappuchinos! Now Serving: Bad Timing
Venti felt a touch of melancholy as he readied himself for work. He was going to be working with Art for the last time, but inwardly wondered if it was bad luck to see him before the second date. Was there even a superstition for something like that? Maybe he'd look it up when he got home after his shift.
Once dressed in his usual work outfit of a white polo shirt and beige khakis, he took the short walk towards Frappuchinos. Once he got close enough to see the police cars with their lights flashing, he frowned. Once he saw the police tape around the building, he walked a bit more hurriedly, stopping next to one of the officers, a short, broadly built bulldog who was writing something on a clipboard. "Excuse me, sir," Venti said, "but I work over there. What happened?"
"Someone got shot about an hour ago."
Venti felt his throat tighten. Please, God, Venti thought, please let it not be Art. "Was...the person a lion?"
The bulldog nodded. "Yeah. The ambulance took him to Mercy Memorial."
Venti was vaguely aware of a blue sports car pulling up. Suddenly he difficulty breathing; he placed a hand on the roof of the car to steady himself. "Is Art...is the lion okay? He's not..."
"He's going to be alright. They want to check him for a concussion."
"Venti?" Singa leaned out, concerned. "Is everything okay?"
Venti's eyes darted quickly at the bulldog, then at his workplace. "Something tells me the boss closed up shop for today, huh?" he asked the officer.
"Yeah. Go see your friend, son."
Venti looked down at the cheetah. "Singa, take me to the hospital. Art got shot."
"Oh my God! Of course, yes."
Venti opened the door, placing a hand underneath the seat, the other on the headrest. "This seat's removable, right?"
Singa nodded as Venti was already removing the seat; the cheetah activated the switch that would pull down the roof. Tossing the seat behind Singa, he got in the back, the car sinking a couple of inches. "Let's go," Venti growled darkly.
Singa felt sorry for whoever would get in the jackal's way today.
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Once dressed in his usual work outfit of a white polo shirt and beige khakis, he took the short walk towards Frappuchinos. Once he got close enough to see the police cars with their lights flashing, he frowned. Once he saw the police tape around the building, he walked a bit more hurriedly, stopping next to one of the officers, a short, broadly built bulldog who was writing something on a clipboard. "Excuse me, sir," Venti said, "but I work over there. What happened?"
"Someone got shot about an hour ago."
Venti felt his throat tighten. Please, God, Venti thought, please let it not be Art. "Was...the person a lion?"
The bulldog nodded. "Yeah. The ambulance took him to Mercy Memorial."
Venti was vaguely aware of a blue sports car pulling up. Suddenly he difficulty breathing; he placed a hand on the roof of the car to steady himself. "Is Art...is the lion okay? He's not..."
"He's going to be alright. They want to check him for a concussion."
"Venti?" Singa leaned out, concerned. "Is everything okay?"
Venti's eyes darted quickly at the bulldog, then at his workplace. "Something tells me the boss closed up shop for today, huh?" he asked the officer.
"Yeah. Go see your friend, son."
Venti looked down at the cheetah. "Singa, take me to the hospital. Art got shot."
"Oh my God! Of course, yes."
Venti opened the door, placing a hand underneath the seat, the other on the headrest. "This seat's removable, right?"
Singa nodded as Venti was already removing the seat; the cheetah activated the switch that would pull down the roof. Tossing the seat behind Singa, he got in the back, the car sinking a couple of inches. "Let's go," Venti growled darkly.
Singa felt sorry for whoever would get in the jackal's way today.
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Category Story / All
Species Lion
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Is it bad that the mental image i get from that last part is of Venti squeezed into a tiny car with a deathly serious and determined look on his face, being all "let's roll >:|" and the car going off slowly and being all*squeekasqueekasqueeka*" and it makes me rofl?
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