The streets were alive, sort of like maggots in your intestines, or a spastic babysitter who had too much coke.
That's how it usually was on Little Diversity. Always so full of life from the peculiar inhabitants. There were the whimsical demons, flirtatious elves, mysterious entities, scamming orcs, elegant avians, strange vampires, and many more.
But none were more strange than those at Spinel Tingler Solutions. The three employees that worked there were order than off, willing to help anyone for a simple sum of money. There was the boss, Spinel Tingler, who was a tall twig of a man with skin as pale as an onion, and hair like a blind cloud. There was Missy Oaks, the brunette secretary and demon girlfriend of Spinel. Lastly, there was Mike Toonly, the underdog and a cartoonist demon entity who was made from the sins of cartoonist, making him feared by many, his title being the Cartoonist.
As such, they were an odd group, as already stated, but their goal was in the right place. That was why they had a business meeting going on for their next venture.
"So, I know we have had a slow run this year. It's no one's fault, just that there haven't been much business ventures this year. So, are there any ideas of how we should promote our business, guys?" Spinel was the one who said this, a slight smile on his face to encourage his employees.
"Why don't we-" Mike began, only for Missy to cut him off excitedly.
"What about a fundraiser?" Missy squeaked.
"There's a good fucking idea!" Spinel agreed, and he wrote it down on the board. "Mike, you had something to say. What was it?"
Mike coughed nervously. "Why not do a car wash?"
Spinel nodded, and he wrote it down on the board, adding a side note saying "Let's not fuck this up!"
There were about to be more ideas when a loud knock sounded on the meeting room door. Without waiting for a response, a tall man with a pointed yellow smile walked in, his green eyes dull. He chuckled as he looked at Spinel.
"Sorry to intrude, my boy, but as a business partner, I just had to. So you need ideas, correct?" The man grinned.
"Yeah, Ben, I do." Spinel murmured shyly.
"Aww, don't be so cold to me, son. Just call me 'Dad,' like a normal kid would, okay sport?" Ben said, and he took notice to the fact that Mike seemed uncomfortable. "What's wrong, Mike? Aren't you happy to see your older brother again? It's been ages!"
"Sorry, Benny, I'm just a little surprised that you're here..." Mike murmured.
"Aha, you sly motherfucker! You don't want me here, do you?" Ben exclaimed his question, a tilt of his head given to his younger brother.
"Its not that, Ben, I promise." Mike muttered, and he clammed up, suddenly pale.
Ben gave him a look, before looking at his watch, and exclaiming, "Well butter my balls and call me a biscuit, I have to get going! I'll see y'all later!"
The man known as Ben teleported to where he had to be in a shadow, and was gone in an instant. The other three looked at where he had been, looks that said "What the fuck," all over them.
Mike snorted like a donkey in a pussy mood. "Dick." He muttered. "Why'd my brother have to be the Boogeyman?"
"Well, shit happens." Missy said,and she playfully punched Mike in the shoulder.
"Yeah, like how you're dating that actress, Chloe Foxx." Spinel smiled.
"Yeah, yeah. Look, that was not my fault. She just advanced on me. That's why I hate Kitsune."
Flashback:
Mike sat awkwardly at the edge of the bed of Chloe Foxx, feeling like a sack of sucks as he tried to stand, lightweight and irritated. He had never intended to have sex with her. Only a dinner. To apologize for ruining a film shoot by accident.
But she had seduced him, calling him her "big-dicked cartoon boy toy." That had led to some light banter, then some not so light touching, then some heavy sex, and a sense of tiredness the next morning because of that.
He had run away before she woke up.
End flashback.
Spinel chuckled slightly. "Well, at least you know what sex is like now."
"I preferred when I was a virgin," grumbled Mike, though he blushed slightly at the thought of Chloe. I would do it again, he thought to himself. "Anyway," he said aloud, "why don't we continue with the ideas?"
"Okay." Spinel said. "My idea was that we do a barb cue to promote our business. We invite the island inhabitants to hang out with us for it. Does that sound good?"
"Fuck yeah!" Missy shouted, her voice loud like a high homeless man.
"Sure." Mike growled in agreement, though there was a spark in his eyes.
"Then it's decided! We're gonna raise a fucking riot to promote this disgusting idea!" Spinel roared, puffing his chest out proudly. "Let's get this shit on the road!"
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The barbecue was an instant hit. They had posted flyers, each which read the same stuff.
Come lose your fucking minds at our barbecue! We will promote your business ideas!
They had put them all over town, and when over a hundred Islanders came to it, Spinel nearly fainted from the sheer excitement of his disgusting idea being latched onto like a hard on.
Ben showed up in the middle of it, with a surprised look on his face. "Didn't fucking expect this." Ben had said to Spinel in a less than formal manner than what he usually portrayed. Ben also had come with a hooker, a male escort named John Collins, who had flirted with Spinel. Spinel had ignored the attempts, trying not to lose his shit with the feminine male, whose small but impressive breasts brought on some Vietnam Flashbacks for Spinel.
When the barbecue came to a close, Spinel and Ben had a talk about where to go from there, though Spinel ignored his father's stupid antics, looking at John with a look of nostolgia on his face.
He told himself that he had to get over what they had once had, and he soon left with Missy, back to their apartment where their pet hellhound Mowgli awaited.
For once, though, Spinel felt another sense of accomplishment with his company. Spinel Tingler Solutions would survive.
Thank God and his shit stained boxers for that, Spinel thought crassly, and he kissed Missy.
They raised hell in the sack that night, that's for sure.