Govinda took Chez by the arm and smiled. 'Finally, away from the boys...' she smiled.
Just before funtimes could begin, a small explosion rocked the room around them. Govinda looked up to see a small man clad in black falling gracefully from the ceiling. In the haze, she thought she saw cube heels on his feet.
'DAISY! GET DOWN! PRINCE! IT'S PRINCE!' Govinda screamed, jumping to shield her lover. 'The one in heels shall not get you, my love,' she whispered.
Time seemed to slow around the pair. They shared a meaningful look before dashing off through the dust and falling morter, their eyes clasped on the SWAT Team version of The Artist Formerly Known As Prince. It was such a rush for Govinda, running into danger to protect her one and only. They dodged people in dresses and suits, their aim clear.
However, as they neared their target, it became quite clear to them that this was either Prince in disguise, or just not Prince. They slowed quickly into a light stroll and began looking around.
Govinda stopped for a moment, grabbing her lover's arm gently. 'Chez, although he is not Prince, Destroyer of Worlds in Heels, he looks pretty creepy. Is that his minion handing out letters to people? What the ****'s going on?'
A minion rushed past them, pressing a small note into Chez's hand as he did so. She mulled it over. 'Uh, well, Gov,' she began, 'This guy's decided to give the whole room the shits, put something in their drinks.'
Govinda made a double-take and looked at the note. 'Holy shit,' she remarked. '...literally. After all that stuff UTE was saying about shit, and now this, well...'
'It looks like this is just going to be a pile of shit!' they said in unison.
There was nothing for it. Time to head back to the waiting males and uncontaminated cider, and watch the shit go down. 'I wish it really had been Prince,' Chez sighed.
'Maybe later, ma cibar luv,' Govinda smiled, preparing to get herself ready to once again act as if she was in love with Johnny, lest he be offended. She'd dragged him here, after all, and since then he'd spent several hours in bushes, had his head ripped off, and had almost been invited to engage in some very dubious acts with ClosetWham!Fan. She felt responsible for his night; but somewhere deep down, she knew he would merely look at her and smile in a coy and unbearably sexy manner.
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