__26.03.2003 @ 10:28_______
Max the Banana and his wife Louise the Orange were sat at home. There was nothing on the TV so on a whim they headed into the fruit bowls social quarter to find a pub. Times had been hard in their household since Louise lost her job. A night out was beyond their means but they didn't let that stop them.
They arrived at a pub called The Felcher and headed inside. Max proceeded to order six whiskeys and a pint for a chaser. He then downed them all one by one. He then noticed his wife looking at him with a rather annoyed expression on her face.
"oh did you want a drink dear?". Max ordered an orange juice before his wife could tell him what she wanted. He then plonked the orange juice down in front of her and ordered some more whiskeys for himself. They headed over to the corner and sat down at a table and spoke not a word.
This carried on for a fair few minutes before Max got up and went for a go on the fruit machine. He proceeded to lose what little money the pair had left. Louise didn't notice this as she was busy being chatted up by a particularly suave plum named Donald. Louise immediatly took a shine to Donald, mainly as he wasn't Max. It didn't take much persuading on Donald's part to get Louise to accompany him back to his bedsit where they proceeded to fuck each other's fruity brains out. Louise was back at the pub before Max had even noticed she had gone. Max had been busy playing dominos with the war veteran peach who always sat alone in the corner.
At the end of the night Max and Louise returned home and resumed their normal life. Louise often thought back to her night of passion with warm thoughts.
Nine months later she gave birth to some orange plum crossbreeds and she had a lot of explaining to do.
The End.
Inspiration For This Tale: none. this was a slog.
Sensory Input For This Tale: Daryl-Ann Happy Traum/Weeps Cheers Persephone
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