With the tickets in hand I went to go find Kristi. Fortunately the area didn't have a complex layout and soon I spotted my only friend. She was tapping her foot impatiently and I saw on her feet were a pair of golden sneakers. They weren't as LARGE as the ones you had seen before but they still looked big on her. They seemed to add a bit of height too.
"Brah you smell like a sewer."
I look down ashamed.
"What kind of loser doesn't at least wash up after getting puked on? Do you like the smell of throw-up? Well do you faggot?"
I started shaking, she had never been so cruel to me before.
"I... I... I'm s-s-sorry." I vainly held up the tickets as a form of apology for appearing before her smelling like this.
She snatched them out of my hands and backed away.
"Disgusting, though hey this does give me an idea...."
Her eyes flashed and her predatory gaze made me feel like a field mouse about to get snatched. Trepidation filled me as I waited for my friend to speak her thought.
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