OT3 Goodness - Monster Verse
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A little something for you guys! Sorry for the delay!
As much as Phil loved working at the Foxtrot, there were days he wanted to kick back, grab a beer and watch a fight with his boyfriends while Rein worked the betting pool. Alas, drinks and food were always on demand, and his latest dish, the Meat “Popcorn” bites were all the rage in tonight’s fight: the five-time champion Turnbull the Minotaur versus Sasha the up-and-coming Russian manticore from Downtown.
“A night-time picnic would be nice,” Phil thought out loud, taking full advantage of the now empty bar. Everyone went downstairs to watch the fights. He had the aged blood wine for Jeremy, the selection of wild game for Daryl, and smoked lamb for himself. Just sitting out in the park, watching the stars and being in their company. He took out his pocketbook to review his notes on the warlock Mr. Kay and Connor were tracking, only to have a small strip of photo paper slip out
It was a carnival booth souvenir, a series of picture Phil took, one kissing Jeremy on the lips, the next, was Daryl’s turn to be smooched. The last one was both men kissing him on the cheeks.
“Oh Fazbear, I almost lost you!” He whispered, redder than the loud beer brand keg he almost smacked his head against. “By God, I got extremely handsome boyfriends.” And stupidly powerful but Phone Guy was oblivious to the fact, everyone else thought he was the plaything for a couple of Ancients. “...No one will mind me slipping out for a moment, right?”
He knew the moment he’d tap out, something would come up. A drink order, a meal or more likely, someone needing a potion. For being a werewolf, Phil was very good with magic, unlike Rein. The older twin was a force of nature and relied on his cunning and violent delights, while the younger preferred peaceful means of ending fights.
Phil sighed, he had have a long night ahead of him.
As much as Phil loved working at the Foxtrot, there were days he wanted to kick back, grab a beer and watch a fight with his boyfriends while Rein worked the betting pool. Alas, drinks and food were always on demand, and his latest dish, the Meat “Popcorn” bites were all the rage in tonight’s fight: the five-time champion Turnbull the Minotaur versus Sasha the up-and-coming Russian manticore from Downtown.
“A night-time picnic would be nice,” Phil thought out loud, taking full advantage of the now empty bar. Everyone went downstairs to watch the fights. He had the aged blood wine for Jeremy, the selection of wild game for Daryl, and smoked lamb for himself. Just sitting out in the park, watching the stars and being in their company. He took out his pocketbook to review his notes on the warlock Mr. Kay and Connor were tracking, only to have a small strip of photo paper slip out
It was a carnival booth souvenir, a series of picture Phil took, one kissing Jeremy on the lips, the next, was Daryl’s turn to be smooched. The last one was both men kissing him on the cheeks.
“Oh Fazbear, I almost lost you!” He whispered, redder than the loud beer brand keg he almost smacked his head against. “By God, I got extremely handsome boyfriends.” And stupidly powerful but Phone Guy was oblivious to the fact, everyone else thought he was the plaything for a couple of Ancients. “...No one will mind me slipping out for a moment, right?”
He knew the moment he’d tap out, something would come up. A drink order, a meal or more likely, someone needing a potion. For being a werewolf, Phil was very good with magic, unlike Rein. The older twin was a force of nature and relied on his cunning and violent delights, while the younger preferred peaceful means of ending fights.
Phil sighed, he had have a long night ahead of him.