Luck of the draw CH3.
Everything goes quite until Vixen pipes up again,
"if you like e'm so much why'd he hit ch'ya?,"
"he said he doesn't take to kindly to "us"," I say.
"What'd you mean us?," Donner asks.
"y'a know gays," I mumble.
"What?," they ask.
"GAYS! alright he doesn't like gays!, I shout.
"Then, don't date him," Rudolph says.
"I'll date whoever I damn well please!," I remark
"watch it!," Cupid retorts.
"No." I hollar
"No?," Commet says,
"you don't tell me no!" Commet shouts
"No." I shout
"I'm giving you the count of three," Commet States firmly,
"1...,"
"No.," I shout
"2...,"
"No.,"
"Riley!," Rudolph warns.
"3...,!!!" Commet roars,
then, grabs for me takilng me to the floor
whaling on me, I'm bleeding from my nose.
TO BE CONTINUED...