11. Story of the Day

Usually, most vendors gather to eat in a snack shop not far from their workplace. While they recharged their batteries, they talked about everything from the banalities of everyday life to the previous day’s gossip. And with the latest events, it was certain the housewarming was on everyone's lips. Although they shut themselves away, Jack and Fabian were no exception, even though they were more focused on their meals.

“However, I’m asking you to be nice, but how are the other guy who threw up on me?”

“Morris? Well, from what I heard, he’s still a bit stunned, but he faces the brunt.”

“Ha! No way.”

“Yep, it comes as he still has a red mark on his cheek.”

“Pff, ha-ha-ha-ha… Ooh…wow. It’s all this bastard deserved, fuck.”

He took his breath before taking a sip of his drink. Even though his laughter attracted attraction, he didn’t care whose had heard him.

“Apart from that, how your charm offensive went?”

“Bah, I was free as the wind by entering, well… I still am today.” Fabian admitted, upset.

“Wait, you’re telling me you did all that for nothing? Damn it, to believe this lousy party wasn’t a waste of time just for me.”

“Oh, you say that, but you’re not so terribly to be pitied.” Fabian smiled.

“What do you mean?”

“I wanted to wait before showing you this, but since you insist…” The dog took his phone.

“BUT WHAT TO THE END?” Jack lost patience.

“Wait, damn it! There you go…”

Jack took the cell phone from his hand, and saw again the scene he had experienced before: him looking at the mouflon, and then looking away. Even though the video was filmed wobbly with continuous enlargements, it was the same scene from another angle.

Afterwards, he hesitated between being extremely irritated and stunned by the couldn't-give-a-damn approach of those who filmed the scene. “I have a lot of questions that come to mind here, right now. So, I’m going to start with this one… who is this squire?”

“Ah Fabian… Sorry to disappoint you, but I know as much as you.”

“What? How come?”

“Because I only watched him, and I left immediately after.”

“But no, I was so sure something happened before blowing up.”

“And why, tell me?”

“Well, this mouflon, or this goat I’m not sure, he seemed to check you out, no?”

“Oh really?”

“But yes, you’ll find a lot of people who could testify.”

This time he had confirmation of what he was unconsciously thinking, he noticed by whispering: “Fuck, so he’s definitely watching me. Oh my…”

“I’d say he devoured you with his eyes, yes.”

“Please, don’t say bullshit.”

“But it’s true!”

“Listen, it’s not because you stare at someone during several minutes, that you like it. And if it was really the case, why did he keep me when I left?”

“Well, maybe he was too shy to do it, I don’t know.”

Following this questionable assumption, the lion stared at the Dalmatian, infuriated.

“Listen, Fabian, I already punched you lately—"

“Yes, aand I still feel it moreover.”

“We agree, so… don’t make me do it again.”

“Oh please, it’s not the first time you slap me.”

“Ah yes?”

“Yes. Maybe not on the face, but let’s say for other times, even if it’s painful, but still, enjoyable.”

Not understanding what his colleague was referring to, he searched to remember. Then suddenly, he pictured what the Dalmatian was talking about. So, he put his paws on his face and let out a muffled cry, embarrassed and disgusted at the same time.

“But it’s not true! How I was able to erase those moments from my memory?”

“Ah, but because you forget?”

“But totally… Fuck, now, with your lousy allusion, those pictures will haunt me again.”

“Oh, that’s harsh. At the moment, you seemed to like it.”

This time, it was the reply too many. Jack could still accept his past actions, certainly. On the other hand, hearing that he had enjoyed by doing this, it was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

“Shoot. I’m-out-of-here.” Jack mumbled by getting on.

“Rah, Jack, it was just for laughs. Besides—"

Jack interrupted him, growling. Fabian hastened to say, mocking: “Ok, ok, I won’t insist.”

The feline resumed his course, and left the restaurant. Being moderately impressed compared to the other customers witnesses of the scene, the Dalmatian still laughed: “Pfff, ha-ha-ha… Aaah… this lion can be so susceptible.”