Harwood never minded the loud music and bright lights. If anything, he enjoyed the chances he took to go out by himself.
“So have you worked here long?” He asked the bartender. “I’ve been coming here for some time now, and you happen to be a new face.”
Prattling on, Harwood was at ease knowing he wasn’t the only man there dressed in women’s clothing. He almost seemed not to notice the cameras situated at the entrance.
“I have two kids. I didn’t want to bring them here for reasons. My eldest has epilepsy, and my youngest hates when music is turned up too high-”
At that moment, the person in charge of said music started playing a song Harwood had requested earlier.
“Yaaa! They’re playing my song!” Harwood shrieked in delight like a giddy child, as he clopped out to the dance floor.
After hot dogs were consumed, most of the family were now in Dudley’s living room, watching TV.
None of them knew what it was they were watching. All they knew was that it was live, and took place at a dance club.
Dennis whistled admiringly at one of the more energetic dancers. “Someone’s sure loving that place, I’ll say that.”
As soon as he said that, the sliding door behind everyone opened. Shark let Sagebear clamber in first, before entering himself.
“Did you get to go potty? Yeah, you got to go potty!” Shark cooed to her before scratching her behind the ears.
Sagebear wagged her tail, even though it was such a mundane thing she was being praised for. She was then distracted by what was on the TV.
At once, she knew who it was dancing lewdly on the screen. Trotting over to the screen, Sagebear leaned her front paws up, and watched him go.
“Aww, lookit Sagebear!” Blaise laughed as she watched the dog react. “She wants to dance just like that guy is!”
None of them realized the real reason why Sagebear was acting that way.
“Hey, man! What gives?!” Sinbad shouted as he stormed into the apartment, deeply confused as to why Marc wasn’t answering the phone.
Marc wasn’t sitting on the couch watching TV, like Sinbad had expected. Nor was he in the kitchen area or the bathroom.
Then came a thudding sound from the bedroom. Against his better judgment, Sinbad went to check it out.
“You in here, bro? What, you turn your phone off or something-” The sight that awaited him in the bedroom stunned him into silence.
On all three beds pushed together lay Marc, along with four other people. Two men, two women, all in varying states of undress. Marc himself was reclining in the middle, somewhat indifferent to who just came in.
“Hey, Sinbad. Done with your walk already?” The look on his face was one of bliss.
Sinbad just didn’t know how to properly react. He swallowed, and tried to find the words he wanted to say.
“…Yeah.” He tried to awkwardly step back out of the room. “Right, so I’m gonna go back out and look for the old man. You can just, you know, do what it is you’re doing here…”
He didn’t even try to finish his sentence. Sinbad then turned around and hightailed it back out of the apartment.
Annette had just wandered back out of the music room when she heard an unwelcome voice cry out, “Oh, Netty dear~!”
Forcing herself to turn her head, she watched The Builder walking towards her. Their arms were bent at an odd angle, with their hands swinging up and down in a bizarre fashion.
“What do you want?” She said in a flat tone of voice.
“Eh, well, right now I feel like bashing a clone’s face in with a tire iron,” they answered with no shame whatsoever, “but that can wait until later.”
Then they fished out a pamphlet, and thrust it towards Annette. They grinned like a maniac, as they tapped at it.
“Looky the place I chose for our honeymoon! Nice big city with pretty sights and everything! Nice choice, right?”
Annette was positively aghast at their decision. “You’ve got to be joking-”
“Nope! Now come on!” The Builder then grabbed Annette by the arm. She could feel their nails sink into her skin as they opened a portal.
Jumping in, The Builder yanked her in with them to their supposed honeymoon destination.
Later that night, Shark was laying in bed amongst a pile of stuffed animals. Sagebear was curled up next to him, contentedly snoozing away.
In the other room next to his, Shark could hear his parents discussing something of dire importance.
“What about Riverview? It’s a nice quiet little burg,” Dennis was heard saying.
“Nah,” Blaise responded. “It hasn’t been the same since all those old people went all Fight Club on each other a few months back.”
It went on like this for a little while. When one suggested a place, the other shot it down while giving a reason.
Finally, Blaise suggested a place based on what she saw earlier. “What about that place on TV earlier? The one that got Sagebear excited? Where’d that take place at?”
From what Shark was hearing next, they agreed on that place being the chosen honeymoon spot. What Dennis said next, surprised him a little.
“Shouldn’t we take the boy and Sagebear with us? I know it’s supposed to be our honeymoon, but I’m worried about him without us around.”
Blaise was still in agreement. “Sounds good to me!”
Once again, Sinbad was walking alone in the city.
This time, night had fallen, leading Bridgeport to almost change personality. People were now walking about dressed for the nightlife.
Sinbad just kept walking, oblivious to all around him. He didn’t even turn his head to see what the DDR arcade game was offering to play.
What did stop him was something a wedding shop window was displaying.
Two well-designed tuxedos were prominently shown, on a pair of mannequins. The way they were positioned was highly reminiscent of his dreams over a year ago.
Trying to shake the images from his mind, Sinbad continued onward. When he approached another shop specializing in club gear, he made a quick decision to go in. He figured a night of clubbing would help start to ease his lingering heartache.
All the while, he couldn’t help but start to feel like he was being watched.