Simple Dinner

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    She oughta have a blister on her tongue the way she wags it, ogre looked over at the Hawaiian Menace, her mouth was moving and noise was flowing out in a steady stream.  He was pretty sure she inhaled occasionally but he had no idea when.  What the hell had I been thinking agreeing to this, who’s stupid idea was it anyway?

    The Hawaiian Menace was seated between the GP Demon and the Cheerleader, all three were talking but the menace was the only one that could be heard, she had the volume, pun intended, to mask the others attempt at speaking.  It had seemed like a harmless idea, but it had turned horribly wrong.  What was supposed to be a simple dinner with the Cheerleader had been overrun by two chaperons, the Menace and the Demon.  The Menace asked him a question.

    “Wha...?” ogre tried to reply, but the Menace didn’t wait for an answer.  She continued to talk over everyone.

    The three women had been trying on shoes for over an hour; somehow shopping for shoes had become involved with the “dinner”.  The only thing that allowed the ogre to retain his sanity was the sight of the three women occasionally tottering around on “stripper stiletto heels”.  It was worth the constant noise to watch the Cheerleader strut in heels in her little hot pink cheerleader outfit.  The only concession the three females had given the ogre was that they had all agreed to wear black leather thigh-high stiletto heeled boots.  This alone was worth the shopping, tea-time, dinner, and chick flick he had been roped into and even worse, agreed to.

    I can finish this; ogre was torn between gawking at the three and sneaking peaks. That was the only real battle waging within his dark soul.
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