Huntress

I’m sorry, babe,” he mumbled sincerely.

B-babe? *THUMP*

Oh, my gosh! What the hell!

“Can I spend the night in your apartment? Just for tonight,” he asked while deeply staring at me.

What?

“I’m not going to have sex with you,” he replied.

OMG! How could he say that so casually?

“Unless you want me to…” he continued in a serious tone and glanced at me with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Then, I felt something soft on my bare shoulder and I heard a soft smooch sound.

Did he just… Did he just kiss my shoulder?

I stopped walking and gawked at him. He flashed his boyish grin, like a kid who got caught doing what he was not supposed to.

“Oops,” he said.

He could already picture his tombstone.

Kwon Gio. Died with a Full Erection.

“Kung Fu Chicken,” one of our brothers suggested.

“Kung Hei Fat Choy!” another one interjected. The creativity in this place was mind-boggling.

“Lunch!” We all frowned at the guy who suggested such name.

“Dinner!”

“Supper!”

“Cotton Candy!”

“Cutie Honey!”

“Chicken Stew!”

“Lemon Chicken with Sesame Seeds!”

I was beginning to think that their suggestions were not for the pet chicken name anymore.

“Drunken Chicken Fist!”

“Mauser 98K Sniper Rifle… Chicken?”