Scrimshaw

June entered the bar and met Scott with a slap across the face. Scott fell to the floor.

For fear of their covers being blown, James hid in a broom closet, blitzed on banana daiquiris.

Scott, hurries to his feet.

“I want to set the record straight here. I am not my father. I know what he did, and I want you to know that I am not like that. Further, I think Zoo-Lu are crooks, and I only moved here because they blackmailed me, threatened my family butler, and implied they’d put our family pet in captivity. I don’t really want to attend Newtown – Zoo-Lu is forcing my hand on that as well. In fact, right now I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be!”

June appeared taken aback by Scott’s honesty.

“Well, I don’t want to be like my father either. My father works at Macmillan & Associates, and they’re hellbent on taking this bar over, and converting it into a steakhouse for greedy executives.”

“That’s disgusting. I’m a vegan, and I’d like to make this bar into a force for good!”

James fell out of the broom closet, drunk on daiquiris. All the warmth left June as the rage of the mockery was evinced. Sure that James was a stunt to devalue her cause and the seriousness of her story, she attempted to rip the mask off the ape impersonator. But alas, it was a real orangutan.

This was even worse than she imagined as it demonstrated legitimate animal cruelty and pageantry for a publicity stunt or mockery.

She left in a fit.

Scott held his head in his hands.

“Ugh, man. This is a nightmare! And James, I thought you were supposed to be studying!”

James shrugged.

“The Professor is counting on you! I am too. Hit the books. Or you can kiss that mini golfing trip goodbye.”

James folded his arms in a huff.