The trickle-twinge of alcohol masked rotten hyena breath as Shawn leaned across the sloped cervine shoulders of the deer beside him. The scavenger struggled to choke back a cackle as the duo watched their equine friend, Holden get shot down by the serpent he'd been trying to get with all night. Emerald green scales were exotic and out of place in the urban jungle – a beryl oddity of interest and renown. She’d slithered through the party revelry with a dominant saunter sway befitting a curiosity of her statue. She was also woefully out of the stallions league. The flicker-ticker rasp of her tongue had been tasting the air while she hungrily eyed some dog when the clydesdale had blundered into her path with a solo cup in one hand and his phone in the other asking her the time of day.


The thumping beat of the music for the roof-top encounter was obnoxiously loud. The bass was absolutely bone rattling. It prevented them from making out what passed between the two, and by the looks her withering expression it was a zinger. Strain as they could, neither could hear the curt reply she laid him out with - but the way his ears folded down spoke volumes.


Clip clopping over sullenly Holden looked up to see Lou, the deer with a muzzle painted pink by enough alcohol to get him mistaken for Rudolph, holding up three digits. "Tree strike! You out!" he laughed – a sharp oriental accent stabbing into his ears. The horse snorted a seethe and glared. Three strikes indeed. First with the collie down the street, then once with the intern in the elevator and now with the reptilian lady he'd been prowling after all night.


"Oh my god dude what did she say? What did she say?" Shawn parroted as he bounced up and down. The exuberant little alcoholic was simply frizzled with delight at the prospect of that night ruining dismissal that had laid his libido flat. The sullen stare the stallion leveled did nothing to thwart his eagerness. Leave it to the scavenger to dive onto the corpse of a good time, Holden groaned. His head ached and the constant thumping of the bass was starting to make his teeth rattle. "Guys I just wanna leave, this party sucks," he huffed,


"Oh no! You stay!" Lou grinned as he wrapped an overeager arm around the stallion and pulled him close - dragging over Shawn as he attempted to maneuver is phone up. His wobble arm bobbled as he attempted to catch the three of them in a photo,


"We cerebrate my promotion!" he grinned - eager to capture the moment as he tried to steady the focus on them. A particular intense duo of thumps shook the roof - just as the deer snapped the picture. The dazzle flish-flash went off making right in the center of their vision. A blinding flare that set the trio blinking, just as Lou was promptly launched forward, dropping his expensive silicon puck. Bleating in alarm, he scrambled to collect it - looking down at the screen. A perfect picture - Holden looking apathetic, Lou grinning wider than his antler rack and Shawn sporting a stupid face. Of course, that expression absent in reality as the hyena started at the screen, spotting a sobering detail that wiped the smirk right off his features.


In the background of the picture, behind Lou, was a duo of sky-blue eyes peering down across an earthen toned snout, framed by a waterfall of blonde and terminating in a pink nose. A pink nose the size of a car. Canines as long and thick as any of their legs jutted out of a set of glistening pink, fleshy chops – drawn wide by the forceful drag of a finger pulling at a cheek. The distorted smirk glaring down at them was made all the more intimidating by its blurry, all-too-real-blend into the background. Like it wasn’t a cheesy digital insert. Like it was lurking there in reality, just a within snapping distance behind them. Shawn jerked his head back as the other two stared at the phone, intoxicated minds catching up with the hyena as they started to turn around slowly...

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An alternative perspective of a building sized photobomber to accompany
Part Three of the #macromonday Series - a Community Sponsored Commission drawn by  Fauxlacine


This piece was individually commissioned by  Holdenwrite as a Wing It from Fauxlacine on Twitter.
Holden, Lou Ping and Shawn Sonoma are characters of https://twitter.com/HoldentheHorse


If you get a Wing It from Fauxlacine on her twitter https://twitter.com/fauxlacine with a #macromonday theme I will gladly write it into the series as a thank you for supporting an awesome artist and a cheeky, fun theme.


The story will continue with weekly updates here on FA and Tumblr to follow Evelyn Lacine’s non-cannon growth spurt and the havoc it causes.