“Thank you for the invitation,” he said, swiping at his cheeks and crinkling his whiskers a little.
His costume had a full nosepiece, as well as a hat with ears and fluffy white hair, an adorable puffy tail, and an amazing waistcoat covered in chains and gears. Plain pants, knee-high socks, and gear-covered shoes rounded out his costume, along with a pouch that dangled from his waist, a pocket watch hanging from it. It was covered in gears too.
“You’re most welcome,” Thor replied formally. “We’ve got a few activities for your enjoyment this evening, along with refreshments, games, and live entertainment too.”’
“How lovely, I was so afraid I was going to be late,” and just to play off the character, he checked his pocket watch, smiled, and winked at me. “Nope, looks like I’m right on time.”
“You certainly are,” I said, offering my arm.
When Thor did the same, he accepted them both, a bounce in his step as we led him around to the backyard.
“It looks like you’ve invited me to a saloon, gentlemen. If that’s the case, then I have to tell you, I am absolutely that kind of rabbit. So, pour me a shot of whatever you’ve got behind the counter, bartender, and let the games begin.”
“One mango lemonade, coming right up,” I said, and proceeded to pour him a glass and even slide it across the table to him like we were at a bar.
Fortunately, it was slick enough to let me pull that off, or I’d have kick-started our evening with a mess. His giggle was worth the risk of potential disaster, especially when he tossed it back and let out a loud ahhh.
“Now that hit the spot!” he declared before setting the glass down with a clank.
Our mingled laughter eased the earlier tension of waiting as Thor opened three dart cases with audible snaps.
“You do know how to play, don’t you, bunny?” Thor asked, doing his best to sound gruff and menacing.
“Hmm,” Payne murmured, tapping a finger to his chin.
There was fur on the backs of his hands, but the fingerless gloves they were attached to wouldn’t impede his playing.
“You stick the pointy end in the board, right?” he said, studying the board.
It had its own cabinet and everything was easily stored and was mounted on a stand with wheels. Of all my finds while I’dbeen trolling for ways to make the evening special, this was one of my favorites.
“Pretty much,” Thor said, chuckling as Payne hefted his first dart, tested its weight, and threw it so it hit with a resounding thunk, right near the tip of the twenty-point triangle, millimeters from the center of the board.
“Guess our rabbit has done this before,” I said, chuckling now too.
“Yes, he has,” Payne said.
He wound up adding a sixteen and a bullseye to his score and made a show of dusting off his hands when he was finished. Game on then. Especially when Payne and I started mock whispering about how Thor’s ass looked in those tight brown leather pants. Let’s just say he didn’t score as well as he might have without all our giggling.
“Oh, you two have jokes?” Thor said as he turned and tried to scowl at us.
The whole effect was ruined by his quirking lips as he struggled not to laugh right along with us.
“There’s nothing funny about the way your ass fills out those jeans,” I said.
“Nothing funny at all,” Payne chimed in, letting out a long, low whistle. “It’s a mighty fine ass.”
“Yeah, it is,” I said. “I’ve had years to make comparisons, and I can honestly say that those leather pants, hands down, offer the absolute best accentuation I’ve ever seen.”
“Better than a Speedo?” Payne asked.
“Well shoot, now we have to get him in a Speedo first to have a basis for comparison,” I replied.
Payne shot me a conspiratorial look. Over his shoulder, a horrified expression twisted Thor’s features, and a bark of laughter tore from my throat and echoed around us. Payne spun around, bunny tail bouncing, took one look at Thor, and burstinto laughter. Thor just shook his head at us and grumbled something about having more luck with a firing squad. Of course, that just made us laugh harder, while ice clanked in his glass as Thor made his own drink.
“So, cowboy, what are the odds of seeing you in a Speedo?”
Tsking, I winked at him. “Bunny boy, you can see me in whatever you’d like.”