Quickie - Part 2

Quickie - Part 2.

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Across the street, a man, in an 18th century frock coat being led by the hand by a woman into a door.
“Alex!” she said out loud and quickly followed…
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Stef had hauled him through the side door of a massive multiplex cinema, and now they were lying along the back row of seats in Screen 5b, as some film blasted away. He loosened his lady-friend's corset, and a soft hand breached the breeches.

“Alex…”
He didn’t remember telling the bunny his name, and opened his eyes in mild, distracted, surprise.
“Alex!”
It wasn’t Stef, but another woman who was kneeling on the row in front, her frame silhouetted against the screen. He must’ve said his name at the party or something.
“Mm. Who’s your friend?” He asked Stefani, muzzy with desire. Maybe the friend would want to join in.
Stef turned his face to look at the woman. “I think she’s your friend, sweetie.”
He squinted as the woman’s features were illuminated by a series of bright flashes from the screen. “Katrina? KATRINA!? Aargh!”
He quickly snatched his Stef-caressing hand away, and as discreetly as he could, which wasn’t very, extricated the bunny’s paw from his boxers and sat up.

“Yes Alex, it’s me. What are you doing?”
“Uh, I’m not sure how to answer that, Katrina.” He suddenly felt sleazy, and not in a good way.
Another flash of the screen showed her rolling her eyes. “I know what you’re doing, but what year is it?”
“Twenty thirteen.”
“Thought it was about then” she nodded. Someone shushed her and she lowered her voice. Gesturing at a wide-eyed Stef she sighed. “This could be-”
She stopped and gave Stef a polite smile, before hauling Solvay over a couple of seats so she could speak more privately. “This could be your great great great grandmother” she hissed into his ear.
He nodded. “Yeah, I thought of that.”
“Oh, so you weren’t going to shag her then? ‘cause for a moment I thought-”
“No, I mean I got some condoms.”
Kat screwed up her nose. “Oh, Alex. That’s all kinds of wrong. Not to mention potentially-”
Before she could finish the sentence he return-hissed into her ear. “To be honest, I’m pretty high right now. I nearly got married…”

And then he did something Solvay only ever did when he was high. He giggled.

Katrina let out a grumble of disapproval and tutted. “Look, where’s Jay?”
“Got no idea, sorry. You’re the only other person I’ve seen from the Dwarf. Everyone else is from this year.” He thought about it. “Or maybe not. There are some strange folk back at the party. Somethin’ off about some of them…”
"Party?"

Stefani had slid over the two-seat divide, bored. “We gonna do it yet, Dodger?”
Katrina pulled a not entirely impressed expression, but there was a hint of amusement in there, somewhere. “Dodger?”
Alex shook his head. “Don’t ask.”
“Yeah,” he nodded a reply. “I’ll be there in a sec.”
“Uh, no you won’t!” Said a firm Katrina. “We’ve got to go and find Jay and the others.”
“But!” He looked over at a gorgeous, pouting, corset loosened Stef. "But..." he repeated, pathetically.
Katrina gave him a little double-tap on the cheek to get his attention and snap him out of it. “Start thinking with your brain, Solvay. Come on.” She got up.
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An extremely sulky Alex, a determined looking Katrina, and a bewildered, tottering, Stef, made their way out of the cinema.
“What now?” Alex growled, adjusting his uncomfortable clothing. “Could I at least get some jeans or something?”

“Hey!” A burly cinema employee called after them. “Hey, you guys didn’t pay to get in!” There was a crackle as he pressed his walkie talkie. “Security to main entrance…”
“Shit!” Stef squeaked.
Solvay looked at Katrina. “We fight ‘em?”
“Nah. Not the done thing unless you want to get arrested and draw attention to ourselves.”
“We could go back to the party” suggested Stef.
A couple of security officers entered the lobby behind them.
“Katrina, what do we do?”
“RUN!”
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An Alleyway en route to the hotel.

The three stood panting.

Katrina was peering around the corner. “Okay, I think we lost ‘em.”
“Smeg, that was close.”
“Smeg?” Asked Stef.
Alex didn't answer, instead pointing at her shoes and asking a question of his own. “How the hell do you run in those things?”
“Practice.” She said, simply. “Uh, say, is that a fridge?”

Further down the alleyway stood a fridge, indeed. It appeared to be steaming.

They all exchanged a look.
Katrina raised an eyebrow. “I wonder…”
They stalked cautiously towards it, Kat reaching out to try the handle.
Before she could get near enough, a hobo leapt out from a hiding place in the alleyway beyond.
“WAI’ WHAT YOU DOIN’!?” He yelled.
There was something familiar about him.

“Easy…” Alex soothed, not particularly fancying being headbutted by a crazed tramp. He tilted his head as the beard obscured features sank in. “Wait… Phil!?”

Just then a miniature version of the hobo shot out, squealing “EEEEEE!” It charge-waddled over at alarming speed, and smacked Alex in the nuts, flooring him.

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<Tag Katrina, Phil.>