#wcminievent

That’s right! It’s his birthday--! Or, it was. It passed just like a regular day, though, so it is not unlike every other year up to this point...aside from the raining cats. That was a nice surprise. 

Nope. This is utter nonsense. This is such a waste of any actual brainpower to try to comprehend at this point. He is going to turn around and head right back inside. 

Tiz gave a small smile as he patted the heads of two young goats-- of which there were a-fucking-lot. Every time he came back to this place, there was a new surprise.

This is goat-ing out of hand. 

Snazzy, dapper-ass and glittery bullshit, but bullshit nonetheless. Hugh is at a loss for what to do with whatever this is, but maybe it’s not the worst thing that could have happened. Apparently, other folks are affected, and from what Hugh understands, it’s all about fighting.  He’s been needing to let off some steam, anyway.  Eyeing literally the first person that enters Hugh’s field  of vision, he calls out to them with the rudest thing he can think of.  “Oi! You’re so ugly, the only way you’ll get  laid is if you crawl up a chicken’s ass and wait!” 

Thankfully Ace is still at home and blissfully unaware of his trainers threats.

Of course, he usually does belong in there.

“Why do I even bother?”