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"That’s it! We’re having a parade and that’s final! It’s final because I say so!” A plastic T-Rex and a suction cup dildo slammed down onto the table where Courtney and Alejandro were playing chess.
The pieces on the board jumped and fell, rolling out of their carefully ordered places. The King piece began rolling face first into the Bishop like the two pieces had some inner gay attraction and the Bishop was really just waiting for the King to leave the Queen so they could live together. At least what’s what Duncan surmised as his mind went over the board; his ADHD neurons firing on full charge.
“I was in the middle of setting up a Discovered Attack,” Said Courtney, eyes wide with mild disappointment.
“I was about to use her Discovered attack to check mate her,” Alejandro’s voice was meek and mild.
“Fuck Chess!” Duncan shouted, raising his plastic T-Rex and his suction cup shower dildo. “It’s time we have a pride Parade here at home! I haven’t left the house since the Corn-hola Virus hit the country and since it’s safer to stay inside, we don’t have to cancel pride! Savy?”
“How does that even work?” Courtney asked.
“Well, it’s easy, we get all our toys and they’re the parade.” Duncan explained. “We are the spectators and we get to put on our brightest, craziest clothes. I ever got a giant novelty bottle of vodka from the Sketchy Chinese guy who sells cigarettes to school kids at the 7/11.”
“Do you want to talk, Duncan?” Alejandro moved in his chair, taking Duncan by the hand.
“Yeah, Duncan, do you want to talk?” Courtney did the same, taking his other hand (or rather the hand of his T-Rex, Tyrone-Rex.)
“I don’t want to talk, I want to celebrate,” Duncan grunted with anger. His hands tightened on the hands of his two lovers. “Last year, I hated pride. The noise and screaming made me want to scream and cry. Now this year thanks to the Cornhole Virus there’s no parade and everyone is sad and unhappy and everything is shit and cancer; and I’m sad too. So let’s have a Pride thing in our house. And honestly let’s have pride in our house next year because I fucking hate the crowds. Okay, I need vodka! It’s cake flavor! I like cake and Vodka! Who’s with me?”
His ranting was cut off as Alejandro kissed him, something loving, tender with just a hint of tongue. “I think I could use a celebration too.”
Courtney pushed in, “I want a celebration too.” She gave Duncan an equally tender kiss that tasted of strawberry and tea.
The Tyrone-Rex and Dildo fell to the ground as the three began passionately making out.
Outside was raining and cold, the grey clouds gloomy. Inside there was a fire and in the kitchen there was a cake and a jumbo bottle of cake vodka.