With a subtle grace, somewhat resembling a seasick hippo trying to perform the ballet, the two tipsy felines staggered to their feet from the oversized bar-stools they'd been perched on - which, as per usual in this abnormal town, were wider than your typical armchair and seemed designed as if they were meant to cup yoga balls instead of furs - making climbing in and out of them a little cumbersome for someone the size of Evan, but quite suitable for the average boulder butts that frequented this tavern.
With a chuckle Matt affectionately slumped into Evan's shoulder, wrapping one of his arms around the lion's neck for support, grabbing his half-finished beer off the bar with the other. Truthfully he wasn't that blazed, even though Matt looked slightly flushed, a cute tinge of red spreading across his muzzle, it was clear he just wanted to get into Evan's personal space. The tiger was able to pack away a lot more booze than what they'd currently consumed before getting seriously impaired. Sometimes Matt just got a bit more 'handsy' and 'playful' after a few drinks, Evan had found that out from experience. And there was no harm in that! The lion thought; the odd slap on his rump, random kiss on the cheek, occasional flick to the waistband of his underwear... a few teasing gropes to his package... it was all in good fun, teasing, it didn't mean anything, ya'know, bro stuff. It's not like it was gay or anything, that would make it weird. After months of hanging out together they were both firmly established heterosexuals who just liked hanging out all the time, like bachelors.
Before they could stumble towards the exit, however, the bartender called out to them; a buxom, yet rather portly looking bunny with long blond hair and wearing a rather revealing tank top emblazoned with 'Big Jugs n Mugs', the name of the tavern. "Ahem, boys?? Ain't you forgetting something?" she said pointedly, confusing the duo for a second. Her expression was hard to read, she was grinning slyly, but there seemed to be an undercurrent of annoyance to her eyes. "Yer hot wings, fellas, ya'll wouldn't want em to go to waste now would ya?" pointing down to a half finished 'Medium' sized bucket of spicy Buffalo wings, of course, Port Zaftig's definition of Medium was more like a Supersized Jumbo Sized. "Here, let me top em up for ya~"
Evan wasn't exactly feeling hungry after all the wings (and hot dogs and sliders) he'd eaten that day, but who was he to refuse free food? It'd be rude. "Haha oh, uh, thanks miss" Evan sheepishly replied, cradling the now overfilled bucket of pipping hot bar food with one arm. He'd take it home, but didn't think he'd really eat it, maybe one of his fatso neighbors would enjoy them?
"Heh, don't worry bout it, studs..." the bartender whispered as the boys walked out, fishing a mobile phone out from her purse to quickly contact someone rather important.
As Matt's apartment was only a couple blocks from the tavern, it only made sense to walk (with Evan doing most of the heavy lifting, as the tiger hung onto him most of the way), and on a nice warm night, with a shortcut though picturesque Nightingale Park, it couldn't be more perfect. Like a scene from a fairy-tail, the two big cats left a trail of breadcrumbs as they traveled, except with freshly cleaned bones stripped of all the succulent meat littering the sidewalk instead. Evan hadn't imagined he'd be eating many, if any, of the greasy hot wings, but Matt decided it would be 'funny' if he hand-fed the lion, smudging the sugary sauce on Evan's face until he relented and opened up.
It had that same strange, kinda bitter taste of the shitty beer from before, which Evan initially decided he didn't like, but was kinda growing on him. One wing turned into a dozen, and by the time they reached Matt's place Evan had consumed most of the bucket.
It was late, so it was a forgone conclusion that Evan would sleepover. Matt's apartment was a lot like Evan's own, it looked like it was designed for someone who weighed half a ton. A bizarre quirk of Port Zaftig, it always baffled the lion when he thought too hard about it... so much wasted space, so much luxury for cheap, but it's not like he thought about it often.
While Matt flicked on his ultra widescreen TV to the sports channel and rummaged around the fridge for more snacks and beer, Evan settled down on Matt's plush zebra-print sofa, which was as big as a bed and shimmied off his too tight trousers, as they felt like they might threaten to pop at the front at any moment. The room was dark, lights off, and as Evan relaxed, bathed in blue light from the television, he decided to polish off the last remaining buffalo wings in the bucket. Greedily sucking down one after the other as he waited for Matt. Evan's taut shirt was slightly riding up his over-bloated gut now, which had become dotted with a sticky sauce stains that might be a pain to get out in the wash later. It almost looked like he was hiding a pillow under his t-shirt, but the crescent moon of exposed cream colored flesh revealed the soft, gurgling truth.
Evan was still curious about the odd taste, he still thought it tasted a little unpleasant, but in a good way! It was almost kinda addictive. In the back of his mind he wondered if maybe Jugs n Mugs sold bottles of the sauce he could keep in the fridge to spice up dull meals. Suddenly, a loud gurgling emanated from the Lion's stomach, which completely caught him by surprise. Did he still feel kinda hungry? Really?? That made no sense, he could literally feel how bloated he was. It was a little concerning, but there were a few wings left, maybe it wouldn't hurt to just finish them, that might fix it... but maybe it'd be wiser to just put down the bucket and ignore it, watch some TV... Or he could ask Matt, and maybe get him to bring some snacks too?...
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