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Another sunny afternoon gleamed over Harper Bay with not a cloud in the sky interrupting the radiance of the glowing orange-yellow orb between the azure clad heavens. The trees were still barren of leaves and the sidewalks cold from winter’s grip but the overall atmosphere was inviting for most of the residents in town. Yet there was Kim, closing the wooden door to her brick red cottage with shingled roof on her way to visit her companion Marianne who continued her ill sentiments towards the season. With temperatures just above freezing, the brunette decided to don a purple and yellow sweater without the wordplay of another similar piece of clothing she had with a good chunk of belly exposed to the calm frosted winds of winter, making her gut cool to the touch. Complimenting that were denim pants roughly a size or two smaller than what should be covering her rotund rump capped off with black and white jazz shoes with a blue lip and pink highlights which pounded onto the concrete walkways with each mighty step.
The pudgy percussionist whipped out her tried and true drumsticks and started playing a simple melody on her taut stomach with them, a rendition of Drummin’ Woman began to sound off as the lumber struck fat. Kim figured that she was due for rhythm practice as to ensure her sense of timing and melody had not rusted from minor inactivity over the holidays. What led to this lack of practice was her overindulgence on food and sweets over the holidays, adding a decent amount of pudge to her already rotund frame. Most of the gotten gains going to the drum in the middle however some actually packed onto her meaty thighs, now slightly larger than her bell shaped compatriot. Speaking of Marianne, she had invited Kim over to the workshop to witness another one of her latest Tinkertoys that had just recently been completed.
One loop through Drummin’ Man later and Kim had found herself entering the maroon colored door clashing with the marble and copper piped exterior and trailing down a brass staircase leading to the tinkerer’s abode. Audible groans and wheezing sputtered from the drummer, whose heavier body made each step down feel even more laborious than before. Sweat poured from her brow as she wiped the beads away before grabbing a handful of belly to let it wobble freely for a bit. If she was going to suffer, she might as well enjoy herself to some capacity. Then came the final obstacle after three minutes of wandering down the spiraling steel, and that was actually getting inside the workshop in the first place.
“Okay Kim,” she muttered to herself. “Today’s the day Marianne widened that door frame for you, totally.” There was a substantial lack of confidence in that last statement as she pressed the looming orb strapped to her abdomen against the cold steel of the frame. The plush fat warped itself around the middle of the rectangular prison yet left some pudge to spill beyond the confines in a false sense of freedom. Yeah she didn’t make this bigger, Kim dryly mused to herself, but there was nothing to do about it but press on. And so the blue eyed drummer waddled through before an emphatic poomf could be heard and all forward momentum had been curbed to a screeching halt.
“And she didn’t, of course.” Kim wriggled her butt rapidly in an attempt to squeeze through which led to no avail. With a sigh she took her meaty arms and began to press against the frame with them in an attempt to set herself free. Heaving and groaning echoed throughout the shop’s interior and yet Marianne remained completely oblivious to her partner’s plight. A minute of struggling later to no success had caused Kim to simply give up and do what she had to do every time before; ask the inventor for some much needed aide. “Yo Marianne! Mind lending me a hand here?”
“O-oh! Coming!” The blonde gadgeteer in the maroon and gray top hat was suddenly pulled away from her work upon hearing Kim’s cries for help, and soon pressed her hands against the wooden workbench to get her heaving hips off the lumber before walking over to the door to find the drummer and her massively bloated gut wedged once again. It was a tradition at this point: Marianne has a new invention to show off, Kim comes over to see it, gets stuck and the crosshair-eyed woman in a steampunk shirt has to pry her free. Granted as Kim only continued to balloon in weight it made the heaving and hoeing of the drummer only that much more difficult, and this time was no exception either. She reached her hands out to the stuck woman as she pulled with all her might.
“Goodness Kim, just how heavy are you now?” Marianne shouted.
“Well not that much bigger since when you stayed over,” replied the jammed drummer in the door frame. “Those holiday pounds really pile on though, not to mention inching closer to hitting five hundred and…”
“You know it’d be a lot easier if you just dropped some weight so we wouldn’t have to do this every time I invite you over.
“And I keep telling you that you should just widen this blasted frame! How many times have we done this now? At least a hundred right?” Marianne nodded in agreement, but she herself wasn’t even certain as to how often she and Kim did this song and dance at this point. After the first dozen or so stuckages they just start to blur in the mind’s eye Marianne thought. “Besides,” Kim continued, “You know me and the d word don’t mix, so just keep pulling.”
“Fine…” the inventor softly grumbled under her breath.
“Again this wouldn’t be hmmph, happening if you just, hrrk, widened that-whoops!” A strong tug from Marianne later pried the drummer free from the steel confines as she plummeted gut first into the cold steel floor. Marianne changed the flooring from wood to metal as a means of better insulation during the winter along with doing so using special alloys that let Kim’s impacts be as gentle as an infant’s bottom and easy to prop herself back up, to which the lardy lass did with surprising ease.
“Well at least you changed something around here that makes these trips easier.” Sarcastically replied Kim with a huff. “Now what is it you wanted me to see anyway?”
“Oh right.” Responded Marianne proudly after regaining her footing. “Walk over with me and I’ll show you!” With that the duo walked, or waddled in Kim’s case, over towards the back of the workshop where Marianne led them to a wooden wall with a minor gap at the edges, similar to that of a hatch. She then pulled off her top hat and pressed down on a red button on a remote she pulled out causing the wall to hiss before opening up to reveal another passageway for them to enter.
“Swanky.” An admittedly impressed Kim implied.
“Only the best with Teslagrade tech!” The inventor giggled softly at her own bravado, she wasn’t one to toot her own horn so to speak so this sudden burst of confidence welled a sense of pride within her. Another brief walking stint later and they had arrived at Marianne’s latest contraption. A large, looming locomotive clad in black and golden brass stood in front of the duo, with gargantuan pistons and smokestack piercing through the train’s top. The front car was lined with four brass wheels hooked together by a copper drive rod and eccentric crank, ultimately fueled by the valve gear near the front side of the steam engine machine. As for the details, they were also striking with splashes and sloped steel warped into magnificent steampunk era shapes that really cemented the fact this was a Teslagrade Tinkertoy, and Kim knew that quite well.
“I, uhh, Marianne what the…” The drummer was at a loss for words, completely stunned at the magnificent marvel looming a casting a shadow of the suddenly small brunette. It takes a lot to make the obese woman feel miniscule but the heaving mass of steel interconnected by several train cars had left her absolutely awestruck.
“Behold!” Belted Marianne with booming bravado. “Tinkertoy No. 80, the Teslatrain!” Marianne’s bolstered moxie soon subsided to that of sheepishness as her face shifted to a brighter shade of red in embarrassment. “The name’s still a work in progress but I felt so happy with the word play so I kept it for now.”
“No no I’m a woman who enjoys a good play on words so I get ya.” Kim patted Marianne on the shoulder in reassurance. This caused the inventor to perk up a bit, garnering a smile in return for her friend’s efforts. “So how does this thing work anyway?”
“I’m glad you asked.” Marianne soon wheeled in a projector screen which displayed the internal mechanisms of the train for Kim to see. The brunette’s eyes grew wide not expecting a full on presentation of the Tinkertoy. It felt so unlike Marianne to do but in the event of demonstrating this to prospective transit companies the professional spin made sense. “You see the engine runs on carbon dioxide, capturing excess CO2 from the air and protecting the local environment and converting it to clean renewable energy effectively eliminating the need for diesel based locomotives worldwide!”
“Yeah but most trains nowadays run on electric no? What makes this different?”
“Tut tut tut Kim,” Marianne wagged a finger before pressing down on a remote flipping the slide to that of a bunch of bars. The drummer wasn’t invested in the mathematics behind them but basically they illustrated energy consumption compared to their environmental benefits. “The Teslatrain (work in progress) reduces overall electricity usage by 70%, seeing as the engine itself is battery operated and does need refueling every now and again, but this little baby can remove 0.1 Megatons of carbon dioxide from the atmosphere annually, and that’s just by itself! An entire fleet can remove 6 Megatons worth while providing companies a substantial decrease in maintenance costs since the trains only need annual tuning to ensure the carbon capturing devices are functional and, Kim are you listening?”
“Yawn er uh wha? Y-yeah I was listening to the carbon capture thingy and stuff.” A flustered Summers snapped herself awake after dozing off mid presentation, receiving an unamused pout from Marianne for her lack of awareness. “It’s really cool though, you mind showing me around?” This got the inventor to light back up again with a glimmer and a gleam sparkling from her azure eyes.
“I thought you’d never ask, hop aboard!” Marianne opened the shudder door to the conductor’s car and the duo made their way inside. The interior control car was that of a steam powered locomotive from centuries ago, with the main difference being the coal pits used to fuel the trains of old now replicated with an LCD screen as burning coals caused crystallized flames to spew higher towards the screen’s edge. It was admittedly an unnecessary addition, but as a test model for Marianne, the main thing is ensuring the engine is operational. Any cosmetic features were for her and her alone, and Marianne made the most of that.
“Say, what’s this lever for?” Kim pondered staring at a black handle protruding out of the floor with a few signs lined against the steel which were used to illustrate the speed flow of the train.
“Well like the trains of old I wanted to replicate their old-timeiness by connecting the engine to the speed control. The Teslatrain is designed to suit intranational travel after all.”
“Then why not just use the same devices most modern trains use?”
“Because doing the same thing twice without innovation is not my way of working Kim. If you’re not first you’re last so innovation leads to inventive breakthroughs.”
“Such as replicating an outdated style for controlling the motion of a high speed train in the event of an emergency?”
“Exactly, hey!” Marianne pounded Kim on the shoulder for teasing her, yet the drummer felt nothing but a light breeze due to her excessive padding. The rhythmist’s attention soon turned to another handle, this one coming down from the top of the car ceiling. Curiosity consuming her like Kim at a buffet, she pulled down on the pulley, causing a train whistle to whoo loudly throughout the workshop, jolting even Alvis who was resting in his private quarters upstairs awake from the sudden burst of noise. However as Kim clapped after fulfilling every child’s dream when they see a truck driver, she noticed a faint amount of steam pouring down towards the conductor’s car. Continuing her game of twenty questions, she tossed out another one.
“So wait, if that’s steam, isn’t this really non-renewable energy then?” Marianne opened her eyes at the potential hypocrisy, such a controversial blow may prove fatal in her pitch she pondered. Thinking on the fly she conjured a rational explanation for the phenomenon.
“Well while coal and natural gas are used to make steam, in which the former two are non-renewable sources of energy, steam itself is naturally occurring, meaning that technically it is renewable. Granted here it’s purely a cosmetic choice like most of the train, transit companies will only get the engine which is renewable while the rest of the car can be made as they see fit.”
“But if they don’t use non-renewable sources to design the cars, doesn’t that defeat the purpose of the engine?”
“Look you don’t see me pestering you with nonstop questions regarding your music do you?” Marianne sulked getting rather annoyed at Kim’s constant queries.
“No but I wish you would. Gives me a reason to flex my musical muscles and makes our conversations more than just a solo act you know?” Marianne grew silent realizing she had dominated most of the conversation and Kim was merely interacting to provide company. She was just trying to be a friend and the inventor was growing frustrated with her gestures. It felt unnatural and uneasy, so she promptly apologized to which Kim accepted with a smile before wrapping an arm around Marianne. “You know I’m just teasing right? I’m bona fide impressed with your handiwork after all. But seriously, ask me jazz questions, lemme flex my muscles for once.” Kim grinned with the confidence of a pianist at a sold out performance before Marianne walked over to squeeze a large portion of her friend’s belly.
“You mean these muscles?” She said with a raised brow.
“Nah, these.” Kim returned her friend’s playfulness in kind by groping a small section of Marianne’s own potbelly before the latter swiftly removed her grip and smacked Kim’s hands off of her. She blushed in humiliation before simply replying, “Let me show you the rest of the train.”
And so the two marched down each of the train’s eight cars, seven of which were just a bog standard layout for passenger travel but with the middle train car being used as a dining hall. Of course with no waitstaff it was more for display here than anything else but Marianne showed it off anyway, thinking it was cute. Wide, blue felt seats lined the edges of the car stacked against glass windows peering out into the workshop, with beaming luminescent lights filling the car with a warming glow and black steel tables coated in a silk white tablecloth to host a hearty meal. All of these amenities were resting on plaid carpeting lining the car. It was the only one on the train that used this pattern as the rest were all blue rubber mats, so it gave an air of homeliness compared to the effective assembly line of cars surrounding it. With the tour now at a close, Marianne proposed that a test run with the two of them is in order, to ensure that her Tinkertoy was in tip top shape.
“Marianne you know I think this is amazing and all,” Kim scratched her head in puzzlement at her friend’s proposal as they walked back to the conductor’s car. “But how are we getting this thing around town?”
“I’m glad you asked!” Pressing a button titled Test Run on the left side of the LCD coal pit, sections of the workshop flipped over to reveal an extensive concrete treaded railroad track with metal ties connecting them to keep the train on track. Soon after, the path extended out of the passageway creating a monolithic oval protruding out of the wall to which even more track spilled into the nearby streets and trees beyond the town’s edge. All and all it was an effective loop around Harper Bay, taking five miles of track from the Teslagrade residence, to Main Street, to Harper Heights, the local beach and back around once again. At this point Kim was effectively floored from Marianne’s hard work, her jaw agape crashing with the force of a cymbal strike to the ground.
“I wha, uh, Marianne? How did you even manage this?”
“Well between fits of impatience while getting the engine to work I laid down track throughout town. Of course the treads are temporary and effectively intangible to anyone else while deployed, ensuring the protection of the public while we ride around town.” Kim raised an eyebrow in disbelief. It wasn’t that Marianne couldn’t pull off such a feat, it just seemed implausible for her focus to be squarely on that when she’s lost her attention rather easily time and time again.
“And snacking on cookies between those fits of impatience, right?” Kim smirked a devious grin.
“Hush,” replied an unamused Marianne. “Let’s go! Full steam ahead! Literally even.”
“Been waiting a long time to say that now huh?”
“Yep!” With a pull of the lever to the trial speed section, the engine began to hum from beyond the conductor’s car, capturing loose elements of carbon dioxide as the molecules ran through brass piping slowly diluting the compound into clean gas. From inside the motor sparks flared softly and pistons pumped before a monitor in the main car read: Engine Optimized: Travel Functionality Active. As the crank connecting the wheels turned, Kim once again pulled the lever to the train whistle, letting out another whoo as steam poured from the stack as they chugged along out of the workshop and on the test track around Harper Bay.
The first few minutes of wonder had soon worn off on Kim, leaving a dull expression on her visage as they passed through the local forest. Marianne on the other hand couldn’t contain her childlike wonder as she realized the current trail was running at peak performance, along with being a conductor of her own train as she absorbed the sights around her like the mechanism powering the train in the first place. More nothing happening later and Kim, after strumming her stomach to pass the time, lumbered over to Marianne with another question.
“Say, why are we moving like molasses here? Didn’t you say this was a high speed train? It’s a tad low tempo to call it that if you ask me.” Marianne turned around and promptly answered her frustrated friend’s query.
“Well the high speed aspect as I said was designed for intranational travel, not a loop around a small town. Besides, moving that fast against a bend on this track will cause the train to derail and crash due to the limited turning time, resulting in a fireball explosion that would destroy everything within a tenth of a mile radius of the impact.” It was Marianne’s nonchalant response implying certain death that freaked Kim out, causing her to jolt up before landing back to the car with a small thud as she rushed up to Marianne in a frenzied state.
“I’m sorry, WHAT!?!” The drummer belted. “Why would you develop something that could result in something like, that?!?” Marianne pressed a finger against Kim’s gaping maw, causing her to hush up, if not leer on in silenced protest.
“Again, it’s only if you operate the Teslatrain beyond its intended conditions. Also we haven’t developed non-flammable carbon capture devices yet that can slot inside locomotives, so I have to work with what I got.”
“But didn’t you, well, make the engine?”
“Yes but the blueprints were based on existing devices far larger in scope. They’re able to mitigate that issue due to their sheer size and securement measures. Can’t really block off a plot of land for a train engine now can you?”
“I suppose, like scheduling a grade school recital at a stadium right?”
“In a way yes, but again as long as no one pushes the handle to turbo we’ll be fine.” Her concerns not at all being dissuaded by the conductor’s relaxed disregard for a catastrophically fiery demise, Kim left the head car and lumbered to a seat in the one behind it with Marianne not far behind having set the locomotive on autopilot. Seeing how it was a test track with stipulations set up to ensure no obstructions can deter its path, there was no reason for her to stand by doing nothing when her friend was waiting in the wings. Also it was amusing to the blonde to be both the driving force and a passenger on her own train, so she took up refuge next to her pudgy partner, resting her wide hips beside her.
The train continued to chug along at a steady pace around Harper Bay’s locales including Sunlight Mall, a shopping complex known for its hodgepodge exterior of gray, brown, and red bricks mixed with stone and marble in a cluttered mess of storefronts designed to lure shoppers traveling down the main roadway towards the interstate. The largest store of course was All-Mart, Kim’s place of work clad in a dark blue façade with bold white marquee letters and a basic ceiling, the only exception to Sunlight’s only uniform aspect of a crystalline glass ceiling letting the titular sunlight beam down through the walkways. The doughy drummer let out an audible groan as they passed by the strip, irritated that her day off was circling back to her job in the first place when suddenly a barrage of sirens blared against the locomotive’s steam whistle. Flashing red and blue lights of white sedans barreled down a nearby street as they were in pursuit of a black buggy that harkened back to the days of old mobster movies. The hunted vehicle’s windows were tinted darker than the night’s sky, obscuring the driver and anyone inside from the world beyond them, an intended purpose one may assume.
“The days of you and your old man wreaking havoc throughout the country are coming to an end Capona!” A slender female police officer shouted through a megaphone on the passenger side of the leading cop car in the chase. Her hair was firmly combed with only a honey colored ponytail protruding through the black cap with a blue stripe and a badge in front. Her feud with the Caponas, a lingering relic of a bygone era of crime had spanned decades starting with the kingpin of the clan, William Capona, recent events had gotten her to rekindle that rivalry after a string of incidents in nearby towns bore an uncanny resemblance to the works of the former king of chaos. The buggy itself belonged to William which fueled suspicions leading to the current chase just outside Harper Bay’s prominent mall. However, the intimidating threat was just out of earshot for Marianne and Kim, as the engine converted more carbon dioxide as the train turned a bend carefully away from the high speed pursuit and within moments, the entire scene was completely out of sight.
“Huh, wonder what got the fuzz all up in a huff.” Kim pondered in-between admiring just how comfortable the padded seating of the cars were. Marianne shrugged in indifference, it was best to stay out of the police’s business if they can afford to she thought. Ultimately Kim agreed and the topic was dropped entirely as they passed a seaside view with bright sandy shores lined up against a bevy of trees. They had just reached Sunside Beach, a destination familiar to the duo thanks to the tinkerer’s expedition using a sand based Nautilus not too long ago. With the summer still a while out, the beach remained closed to visitors with the shoreline vacant akin to that of a ghost town; just the sound of crashing waves against the granules was the only sign of life at what was normally a bustling part of Harper Bay during the heat of a sweltering sun. However, this got Kim to wonder a bit more against the soft rumblings of her now empty stomach.
“Hey Marianne, I don’t mean to keep asking questions…”
“Oh no worries Kim, didn’t mean to be all antagonistic a while back, I was just eager to demonstrate the Teslatrain is all.” The blond softly replied, trying to make up for her earlier outburst to which Kim accepted or at the very least forgotten about.
“It’s cool, but why is this town called Harper Bay anyway?” This got Marianne to raise an eyebrow, she hadn’t given much thought into a town’s name beyond either being about the founder or just sounding interesting.
“What do you mean?”
“Well a bay is normally a body of water which connects to the ocean where land curves out towards said ocean right?”
“Well yeah, your point?”
“Sunside Beach is just a standard shoreline, it doesn’t curve at all, and it’s the only part of Harper Bay that connects to the ocean, so what gives?”
“You’re really getting picky over the inaccuracies over a naming convention of a town that was conceived centuries ago Kim?”
“Pretty much, though it’s weird that I’m the one bringing light to it. Figured that type of thing would be more in your playlist rather than mine.”
“Well Kim,” Marianne mused for a moment before continuing. “I suppose they just hadn’t given it all that much thought back then, and that maybe Harper Coast didn’t really have the same ring as Harper Bay.”
“That or whoever came up with the name didn’t do any research at all and just chose something on a whim to sound timeless.” Kim glanced towards the conductor’s car much to Marianne’s confusion.
“Uhh Kim, I’m over here.”
“O-oh right, sorry. Guess hunger got me a tad distracted.” The brunette said grabbing a handful of her own pale orb. “The dining car’s down that way yeah?” Marianne nodded before shuffling out of her seat to join her friend.
“There isn’t really that much of a selection though as it is only a demonstration vehicle after all.”
“Whatever, food is food after all.” The duo shuffled down the aisles to the dining car where they indulged in a few pastries and baked goods as the Teslatrain marched past the glamourous part of the bay in Harper Heights, before taking the second to last turn of the track towards Main Street. Kim was actively scarfing down chocolate filled éclair after chocolate filled éclair before washing each pastry with a tall glass of milk while the “slimmer” gadgeteer opted for a few small oatmeal raisin cookies of her own. As Kim was about to take another bite a loud crash generated from the conductor’s car emanated through the car halls before the recoil knocked both of the passengers backwards and the tartlet clean out of the plump lass’ hands, now lying helplessly on the floor. A section of the wall opened up and a mechanical monitor with an extendable base protruded out of it towards Marianne now with the screen flashing Obstruction detected at: Pilot. In other words, something had run onto the tracks and was now causing the Teslatrain to slowly plod back and forth with no momentum at all.
“I don’t understand,” Marianne mused a bit, contemplating the situation at hand. “This track isn’t meant to be interacted with considering the intangibility, what could be blocking the path?” She scurried to the conductor’s car and pulled the lever on the ground back to the parked position as Kim was trailing behind in pursuit, wheezing a bit from being full of pastries.
“So, haah, what’s, wheeze, causing the delays?” An out of shape Kim whined.
“Guess we’re about to find out.” The train door opened to a bevy of steam as the two large ladies slowly descended down the steps towards the front. Whatever it was, it had to be incredibly soft considering no prompt for structural damage was reported. And then, as they exited a loud screech echoed from the front.
“Seriously, who’s the fuckface running this thing right up my?” The voice turned its head over as it heard footsteps coming towards it. The disgruntled guest, cloaked with green twin tails, a bright pink t-shirt barely covering half of her belly, white frilly panties and denim shorts that were several sizes too small, darted her piercing green eyes over towards Marianne and Kim before her frustrations turned to that of a twisted grin.
“Well well well, if it ain’t Marianne and the beached whale.”
“Daisy?!?” Marianne shrieked with her top hat spinning, as Kim’s neutral expression had since eroded to that of bitterness and rivalry, cemented with a furrowed scowl. The train had been brushing up against the six foot wide backside of internet celebrity Daisy Haven, renewed star of the web and Kim Summers’ number one enemy. “W-what brings you back here?” Marianne stammered through nervousness as Daisy belted a hearty guffaw before placing a hand on the flustered blonde’s shoulder.
“What? Can’t I visit an old friend of mine every now and again?” Daisy replied with a twinge of sarcasm.
“Friends she says, heh…” coldly replied a still stung Kim Summers. Daisy noticed this and simply flipped her off.
“Didn’t ask you lardbutt, anyways, I got bored and wanted to indulge a bi-geez Marianne!” Daisy’s staged ramblings over needing another break from streaming after the chat got overly rowdy about her size as a result of her custom built gaming chair breaking into pieces under the weight of her six hundred pound body while ordering another one were swiftly thrown off course when she noticed a small bit of pudge peeking through Marianne’s shirt. It was barely perceptible, maybe even just imagined, but Daisy waddled around to grope her “friend’s” pudgy potbelly, causing Marianne to flash every shade of red in sequence in pure embarrassment.
“D-D-Daisy?!?! Wh-what are you?”
“GOD!!! Marianne, you’re fatter than ever!” The bully of a streamer teased as she continued to jiggle the inventor’s soft mid-section. “At this rate you’re gonna need a scooter the next time I meet ya!” Kim immediately stormed over and pushed the massive woman aside before consoling Marianne, silent and looking away from everyone. Azure eyes lined with crosshairs began to warble with water as tears slowly trickled from being stung by Daisy’s sharp words. As she consoled her companion, Kim shot a nasty glare at Daisy, now lunging over with a devious smirk.
“You got a lot of nerve coming back here you know that?” Summers coldly declared.
“Ah yes, little miss second place.” Daisy countered, shooting a sharp arrow through Kim’s pride. “How is my picture over at Annabelle’s by the way?”
“Heh,” scoffed the scorned musician. “I make sure to flip it over every time I go there so I don’t have to look at your ugly mug.” The shoe was on the other foot and Daisy waddled over to shove Kim away.
“The fuck you just say to me you bitch?!?” She roared in a rage.
“You heard me short stack, buzz off.”
“You, you, you, overfed pig!”
“Wide-load!”
“Lard ass!”
“Titty streamer!”
“Shitty drummer!”
“Oh you did not just say that you…” The two dueling titans crashed belly first into each other, hands grappled in a bitter feud. With both threatening to beat up the other, Marianne wiped away the tears and rushed to the middle to break up the fight.
“Now ease up you two!” Marianne shouted desperately. “Daisy I’m sorry that my Tinkertoy ran aground against your, err, posterior, but I assure you that it wasn’t my intent. As for Kim, the both of you should apologize, now.” The heavyweights simply turned their heads away in protest, before Daisy waddled up to the train with feigned admiration.
“Whatever, this thing sure is swanky.” She replied half-heartedly. “A tad too old fashioned for my liking but eh, I never was the nerd type. What’s it for anyway?” Marianne’s eyes grew wide in excitement as she had the opportunity to practice her sales pitch yet again, even if it was to someone as antagonistic as Daisy. Kim rolled her eyes seeing through the guise but didn’t intervene, best to let Marianne have her fun and prepare for the real deal anyway.
“I’m glad you asked,” the tinkerer beamed in delight, shoving Daisy from behind towards the train with gusto. “Behold! Tinkertoy No. 80, the Teslatrain! The engine for this magnificent means of mass transit runs on carbon dioxide, powered by carbon capturing devices which take excess CO2 from the air and protect the local-”
“Sheesh I was joking Marianne,” Daisy shouted after being thoroughly annoyed by the spiel of the shilling saleswoman. “Like a give a fuck how trains work, speaking of which, open up because I’m hopping on.” This took Kim and Marianne by surprise, not only was the Teslatrain on its last stretch before wrapping up the test run, nothing Daisy said or did up to this point suggested that she was at all interested in being a passenger, or in her case, captive on Telsagrade’s latest invention.
“Bold assumption thinking Marianne would just let you aboard after the badmouthing you just did.” Kim sneered in contempt. However, Daisy didn’t care in the slightest, more so she welcomed being taken on as the villain of her so dubbed haters and was wearing that title with pride.
“Bitch I didn’t ask your fat ass for your thoughts.” The gluttonous streamer gazed with menacing eyes with a twisted grin stretching across her chubby face. “I’m coming on board this hunk of scrap metal and if you don’t like it you two can kiss the fattest part of my ass!” Daisy cackled as she gently shook her rump in pride. Kim, throughout all of this, stood there in silence before with a soft shrug, decided to walk around the wide woman and mutter hmms, getting a glimpse of Miss Haven’s bountiful backside.
“And just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?!?” She snarled viscously as Kim, completely unfazed, continued to ponder the two fleshy orbs affixed to Daisy’s backside, barely encased in denim and panties.
“Trying to find the fattest part of your butt,” Kim said in earnest. “Granted there’s a lot of mass to work with here. Hey Marianne! You think you can help me out here?” The tinkerer nodded before joining her compatriot in the back getting another growl out of the ticked off titan.
“Well,” Marianne contemplated as she gently tapped her top hat, “I suppose I could whip up something that calculates surface area at a specific point, granted I do fail to see the overall practicality of such a-”
“Oh fuck off…” moaned Daisy, backing off of her claim begrudgingly. “Anyways, I’m hopping on.” Seeing as how they had no real choice in the matter, Marianne and Kim entered the train with Daisy behind them after turning sideways to even have a chance of making it inside. The green haired gamer’s comically sized rear end was the width of her two rivals combined, and the last thing she wanted was a repeat of the incident at Annabelle’s, so swallowing her pride for a moment, she sucked in her gut and squeezed herself aboard before letting her belly breathe again with a release of pent up air. Now freely aboard the locomotive, Daisy began playfully mocking or yawning at every chance she could. “So, how fast does this jalopy go anyway?”
“Well it is a high speed locomotive,” replied Marianne, still under the naivety of Daisy asking in earnest. “So normally it could clear thirty-five miles in about an hour. Granted this is the test loop so it was moving at a slower pace to compensate, which once we finish up should be about two and a half hours.” With that knowledge, Daisy thought of an incredibly diabolical idea.
“Oh yeah?” She mocked before going into a fit of laughter. “Two and a half hours? That’s the best it can do?”
“Again it is purely for testing purposes right now so going faster really isn’t the best ide-”
“I bet this hunk of junk can’t make it around to Main Street again in under…hmmm…eighty minutes.” Daisy dropped the gauntlet onto the unsuspecting duo. She figured Marianne wouldn’t take the bait, being the innocent fool that she was, however Marianne wasn’t her target, and that target soon lurched forward and pushed against her belly in defiance.
“Oh yeah? Well I bet Marianne’s Tinkertoy can and will! How do you like that ice cream legs?” Kim taunted Daisy, who merely grew a smirk from the remark. Kim took it hook, line, and sinker.
“I say you got yourself a bet!” She laughed. This finally got Marianne’s attention as she put two and two together.
“Wait what? I never agreed to this, not to mention the potential safety hazard moving at excessive speeds on a test track.” Marianne pleaded to both of them to call off the silly wager, but neither side was willing to budge.
“News flash Marianne, you owe me for ramming your train against my ass anyway, so consider this bet set whether you like it or not.” Daisy made her case and Marianne slowly backed away to the far front of the car, realizing she wasn’t going to have a leg in this race.
“Now let’s see, if, no, when, this train fails to make it back here in under eighty minutes, you two are gonna be my maids for the next week, catering to my every beck and call. Oooh I can just picture the two of you right now in skimpy maid outfits carting in meal after meal which Kim can’t have.” Daisy moaned in delight of her assumed victory, drool trickling down her face at the prospect. Kim immediately snapped her back into reality with a slap upside the head.
“Yeah fat chance at that Daisy.”
“And your chances are even fatter than you lardo.” The two gluttons rekindled their feud with Marianne nothing more than a helpless captive in the situation.
“Now, what happens when we win by the way, you kind of failed to mention that part.”
“Fuck if I know, you two figure it out on the zero chance it happens.”
“You’re on!” Kim shook Daisy’s hand confirming the bet before turning around and looked at Marianne softly gagging from holding the bloated streamer’s meaty paw. “Marianne fire this thing up!”
“Fine, full steam ahead it i-" But before Marianne could pull the lever, a loud rumbling came from Daisy’s gut, starved for food.
“Yeah uh, you mind if we stop for a bit? Kinda want to pick up some snacks before we head out.” Daisy slapped her bloated mid-section in shame, not wanting her own gluttony to get in the way of a potentially satisfying end result. Kim however, called suspicious to the green haired woman’s act.
“You’re just stalling for time, just to win this bet I bet!”
“Oh quit your whining! If you’re tits are that bent out of shape know that this time won’t count.” With that guarantee, Daisy hopped off the train and entered a local sweets shop on Main Street a few blocks down from Annabelle’s. About ten minutes had passed since Daisy departed with no sign of the wide woman anywhere near them.
“Think we can just leave her?” Kim sarcastically suggested.
“Kim that’s rude, even if it is Daisy…”
“I heard that you punks!” After all that time, Daisy finally returned to the train door with several bags of chocolate bars in tow, climbing aboard with the added weight now causing the car to gently sink into the tracks.
“That much of a pig now that you aren’t going to share with the class?” Kim teased before Daisy returned her earlier smack in kind.
“If you want some then pay me for it. What do I look like a charity?” As Daisy and Kim continued to bicker, Marianne shouted to get their attention, only getting confused glances.
“So are we starting or not?”
“Tick tock Marianne, I ain’t got all day.” With that, Marianne pulled on the lever past the trial speed section towards standard operation, a heavier burst of steam billowing from the smokestack, the engine capturing more carbon dioxide than ever as the pistons blared turning the wheels with a chugga chugga chugga. With the train now at full speed, Marianne asked Kim to direct Daisy to the passenger car behind them, leaving the conductor to her devices as the bet was on and the clock was ticking down. They had eighty minutes to get back to Main Street and passing by Marianne’s house five minutes later the initial loop had been completed. Now it had to go around again, thanks to an unexpected guest and an impromptu bet.
Of course leaving Daisy and Kim together in the same place was never a good idea to start with, but Marianne had more pressing issues to attend to other than two bulky babes with bad blood being mere inches from each other. There was a Teslatrain to maintain, especially with the increased speed she was now forced to operate it on. With the locomotive barreling along past the local forests a few miles from Sunlight Mall, the crosshair eyed conductor hummed a merry tune as the pistons pumped in harmony with one another. However such harmonious unison clashed with the cacophonic chaos just a car down. The sizable streamer greedily began gobbling up her recent stock of chocolate bars much to Kim’s dismay. Her blue eyes darted over in a leer as the chomps grew slower and more intentional, with Daisy savoring each bite as she shoved her gluttonous intentions squarely in the starved drummer’s vengeful visage.
“UUUUUUURRRRPPPP!!!” A piercing belch rang from the bloated woman with the wide behind, gently wriggling her posterior in place to relax and digest her spoils of war. Kim at this point was growing ever more impatient as the chorus of burps grated on her eardrums like a poorly tuned trumpet. Hands pressed against her ears and teeth fully clenched, she pounded her head against the back of the seat in front of her, hoping to be knocked out from the concussive force. It wouldn’t be pretty, but it was definitely a better alternative than hearing the loud mouthed brat go off. Ultimately Daisy took one bite too many as her bloated stomach gurgled intensely from fullness, letting loose another bitter sound that echoed through the train.
“GAH!” roared Kim in feverous frustration. “Do you have any self-decency within that bloated butt of yours?” She smacked Daisy in the butt to protest the gamer’s gluttonous displays, only getting a hearty oh ho ho and cackling chuckles in response.
“Bitch you wish you had a bod like this.” She raised an eyebrow in provocation, easily riling up the strummed drummer.
“Yeah because bongos are so much better than an actual drum…” Her bitterness continued to fetter as Daisy returned to munching down on chocolate, this time shoving five of the thick bars into her mouth at once. As she was about to gorge herself further, she took a piece within her meaty paws and dangled it in front of Kim as if she were teasing a starved dog with a slab of meat.
“Oh I’m sorry,” sarcasm pouring through Daisy’s utterances. “Now where are my manners, I suppose you want one right?” Kim lurched slowly back from the green haired starlet, wary of her true intention.
“And what got you to change your tune so easily?”
“Figured you were hungry, and can’t I, the illustrious Daisy Haven, give back to the masses every now and then?”
“Give what? A crumb?”
“Listen you want the damn chocolate bar or not?”
“Fine, since you’re suddenly playing nice.” As Kim reached over to grab the chocolatey confection, Daisy yanked it back and shoved it cleanly into her gullet, laughing between bites as bits of chocolate spat out at the deceived drummer. Anger swelled within her as Daisy only grew wider and more bloated with each chastising chomp, letting out a petite sigh before patting her belly for a job well done. Unfortunately, the wobbling pale orb wasn’t a fan of the heaving force that smack had pressed on it, as it gurgled further, until another harrowing belch bounced along the car, causing Kim to clamp her ears shut to block out the auditory assault.
“UUUUAAWWWWWRP!!!” “God damn that felt good!” Daisy boasted in pride, and this got Kim to stand up in outrage.
“For the love of all that is merciful do you think you can behave for more than five minutes?!?”
“Girl you don’t become the 51st most successful streamer on Stammer behaving and playing by the rules. Besides, get enough of that shit putting on a show for my adoring masses and public outings. If neither is happening then let me indulge now that I’m off the clock.” Seeing as how Daisy was long beyond listening to reason, Kim recalled their clash at Annabelle’s, and realizing the streamer’s weakness, whipped out her drumsticks and held them high as if to let out a warning shot.
“Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare.”
“A one two three four!” With that build up, Kim began to strike her own bloated drum with the pine, a jazzy rebellious melody now rolling through. Daisy leaned over to snag the sticks out of the renegade’s mitts, but Kim was too swift and heaved herself out of her seat and away from the theft attempt. The ticked off star tried to squeeze herself out to give chase, but wound up stuck thanks to her added mass wedging itself in the seats. “Ah nothing like a captivated audience to really bolster my spirits for a good jam session.” Kim chuckled with glee as she continued to drum.
“More like captive you bitch now GET ME OUT OF HERE!” Kim promptly ignored her request as Daisy continued to struggle to pry herself free. Thirty seconds of flailing her thighs about soon shot her clean out of the confining prison cell and crashed backside first into Kim. This emphatic boom managed to wrestle the near unwavering focus of Marianne away from the controls and towards the bitter beats belting from behind her. With a swing of her hips, she turned around to see both women fighting with one another, squeezing lumps of fat and tugging on twin tails. The tinkerer, in no mood for such nonsense, stomped her foot to the ground which silenced the quarreling duet bring the house to a hush. The only sound emanating now was that of the spinning wheels and pistons.
“I’m trying to operate this train and I come back to see you two trying to kill each other!” Marianne shrilled in a rare outburst. Kim and Daisy soon got up and dusted themselves off, before seemingly shrinking under the menacing gaze of the ticked off tinkerer, crosshairs firmly locked onto them like a buck during hunting season. “Now you two better behave yourselves or bet or no bet I’m throwing both of you off at the next possible stop. Do I make myself clear?” Even Daisy was humbled by Marianne’s sense of control, as she could do nothing but nod in agreement alongside Kim, the latter two soon moving to opposite sides of the car, sitting down with no rebukes. “Good.” Marianne swung herself around and headed back to the conductor’s car, slamming the door shut in the process. The two heavyweights just pouted, their feud would just have to wait.
About an hour had passed since Marianne broke up the bickering, about 15 minutes left in their bet and they were already making far more progress moving at this faster clip than before. A groggy yawn emanated from the stuffed streamer, barely keeping her eyes open from the abundant boredom from nothing doing trapped in a train car. She looked to her right to see Kim lying on her back softly snoring in the middle of an afternoon nap, all that bickering had tuckered the poor lass out. Daisy scoffed at her lack of willpower to stay up, despite being equally as tired from the cocoa in her system trying lull her into slumber. Clamping her eyes awake using her hands, she turned her attention to the window and noticed a harrowing sight. The jet black fencing with gold insignia indicating the rich part of Harper Bay in the heights was now in her rear view mirror, and Main Street could be made out below, albeit faintly from the hilltop.
Shit, she muttered aloud. At the rate they were moving the three of them would make it back just in time and that bet was as good as lost. No, Daisy pondered, it can’t end this way, Kim wasn’t going to best her yet. Something had to be done, and the first idea that popped into her mind was sabotage. A devilish grin grew upon the streamer’s visage, before being swiftly wiped away with a question she only now thought about. Okay but how? As if her prayers were being answered, the conductor’s car’s door opened up with a frantic Marianne standing on tip toes as her maroon top hat bounced up and down with the cog staying perfectly in place.
With breakneck speed she darted past Daisy and towards a sliding door just before the entrance to the following passenger car as an OCCUPIED sign suddenly lit up just within Daisy’s frame of view. A bathroom break, and she left the door open; the fool, this was my chance, the villainous woman crowed softly, as she waddled over to the front of the train. Sucking in her protruding gut and squeezing into the car, she took in the sea of black and LCD coal pit in front of her before letting out a sigh to have her heavy belly return to its resting position. She wiped a bead of sweat from her head, the tough part was now done. Her attention now turned to the lever, set on autopilot under normal operation speed as Marianne safeguarded herself in the event she ever needed to step away from the conductor’s seat. With a hearty smack of her thighs, Daisy grinned, victory was within her grasp. All she had to do was pump the brakes and free maid service was as good as achieved.
Even in spite of her diminutive stature, Daisy towered over the meager handle, casting it in an intimidating shadow with just a single monolithic leg. She licked her lips in delight, ready to enact her master plan with no hindrance or delay. No Marianne, no Kim, all eyes were on the green haired girl.
“Oops.” She coldly remarked, slamming her hip into the lever, forcing the train off of autopilot before coming to a full stop. “That bet is as good as mine, hope you like skimpy maid outfits Kimberly haha!” Except, something happened as Daisy began to stroll out of the car, a screeching, deafening wail of the horn, the revving of the engine vacuuming carbon at a breakneck pace, the pistons pumping to speeds where they blurred. Daisy didn’t stop the train, she sent the locomotive to max speed.
“Shit! This hunk of junk was supposed to stay puuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-” The massive streamer was thrown from the floor from the acceleration, only maintaining balance on a nearby desk. Her entire plan was completely done in by poor judgment, oh if only she actually read the knobs on the belt she thought. Using her hulking mass to hold herself upright, Daisy slowly lumbered back to the lever, desperate to fix such a simple mistake. Two hands were clasped against the cold metal as she pulled with all six hundred pounds of her, with the lever failing to budge.
“You’re supposed to stop this train not speed it up you stupid-WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!” A sudden snap droned through the car as the lever came clean off thanks to Daisy’s excessive force and now she, and the lever were being hurled out of the conductor’s quarters and back to the passenger row, with Kim waking up and Marianne exiting the restroom.
“Hey uh Marianne?” Kim asked softly, “Is this train supposed to be going this fast?”
“No! Something must have taken the Teslatrain off autopilot!” Marianne flailed her arms about in a panic, she and Kim both knew the consequences if she couldn’t stop the blistering pace of the multi-ton sculpted steel barreling down the track.
“Yeah but, yawn, if I was snoozing and you were washing up then who could have-”
“OUTTA THE WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYY!!!”
With a seismic thoom, Daisy and her six foot wide frame slammed into the pondering duo with tremendous velocity, knocking them both clean onto the ground before all three were hurled into the door connecting the front two passenger cars.
“Owwwww…” whined Marianne in pain as she dusted off her top hat and patted it gently to get it back into shape.
“See and this is why you don’t damage the instruments, ugh. Now get off of me!” Kim shoved Daisy, whose gut was resting on the drummer’s back off of her hide as the starlet shook her head to regain a sense of stability.
“Daisy, what happened while I was out?” Marianne asked in earnest.
“Well, you see uhh, Kim wandered into the conductor’s car and decided to mess with the speed lever in order to cheat, to which she clearly broke.”
“Excuse me?!? I was sleeping the entire time, and a second point of contention.”
“Oh yeah? What?”
“What’s that in your hand?” Kim pointed to the detached lever currently nestled in Daisy’s left palm. Daisy, well aware of the incriminating evidence in her mitts, chucked it at Kim before prompting pointing in her direction.
“You planted it in my hand to frame me!” Both Marianne and Kim stared at Daisy, who was now flushed red in the face, with unamused glances before turning to each other.
“Seriously?” Kim prudently pronounced.
“Yeah! Not like you have evidence or anything.” Marianne simply pressed a button nearby pulling up a screen with a camera feed of the main room. Inside Daisy could be seen swinging her thigh into the lever before being tossed around, charging to the lever again, and ripping it from the base before being hurled towards the unsuspecting duo. At this point Daisy had nowhere to hide, the evidence was damning, though she wondered where Marianne did hide that camera. With a sigh, she confessed.
“Okay fine, I was in the front and figured why not run the train for a bit?”
“You mean you wanted to rig the bet in your favor.”
“Shut up! Now how do you plan on fixing this?” Marianne swiped the lever out of Daisy’s hands and looked at it intently before shaking her head sadly. The damage to the lever is too extensive to just weld back onto the base, with sparks flying and wires protruding from the bottom of the steel. Marianne looked outside to assess the situation, everything was a blur as the black and brass bullet barreled down the track, but she noticed a faint turn towards Main Street within a reasonable distance.
“Well,” Marianne replied while doing a detailed run of the mathematics of the situation inside her head. “At our current velocity and the bend approximately three miles head, we have about two minutes to get back to the conductor’s car and hit the manual shut down before we run over the turn and fly off the rails towards certain catastrophe.”
“Yeah yeah yeah, in English Einstein?” Daisy snarked. Marianne simply sighed before turning to Kim, irritating the gamer for being promptly ignored.
“Kim, remember that fireball situation?”
“Yeah?”
“That, basically that.” Kim held Daisy by the shoulders before softly stating that,
“We go up in flames via massive explosion.” This caused Daisy to go wide in the eyes with frenzied stomps after righting herself up.
“I can’t go up in flames!!!” She shrieked. “I have a stream tomorrow and I’m far to pretty to die like that!”
“Pretty annoying if you ask me.” Kim countered.
“Fuck. Off.”
“Now I don’t meant to interrupt your petty squabbling but we have a train to stop!” With vigor, Marianne shuffled ahead only to be sent back right into the mound of blubber that was Daisy Haven.
“Good progress there eh Marianne?”
“Hush, I’m thinking.”
“Marianne nothing personal but we’re running out of time here!” Kim cried out against the blare of the train horn.
“I’m sorry Kim but I’m running at a wall trying to find ideas. Wait, wall, that’s it!” The tinkerer pounded her fist in a moment of eureka as her gaze shifted back to Daisy.
“The fuck you want?” said a confused Miss Haven as if the blonde had several sets of eyes amidst her vacant stare.
“Human wall!”
“Wait what?”
“Kim and I march ahead with Daisy pulling up the rear using her wide stature as a wall for us to propel us forward against the train’s natural forces!" Marianne explained.
“Oh hell no! I ain’t being used as a damn wall, especially on the pretense that my fat ass is the cause of it.” Realizing she was not only out of options but the cause of their problem at hand, Daisy soon relented and groaned in defeat. “Fine, if I must.”
With that Kim and Marianne slowly trudged their way forward using Daisy as a comfortable shield against what was the equivalent of walking into a hurricane with no protection as the clanging of the tinkerer’s gold plated boots on the cold steel of the train car motivated them ahead. Ninety seconds had passed but the duo had made it back into the conductor’s car with the disgruntled wide woman standing just outside in the event of an emergency. Kim agitatedly pressed as many buttons as she could but none seemed to shut down the train. Marianne prepared for such an emergency, realizing someone would likely mash everything in a frenzy, and simply pressed down on a button near the LCD coal pit, which was currently aglow in a menacing orange flame, consuming the entire screen. With ten seconds before the bend, the train screeches in a piercing roar as the pistons lock up and the wheels spark, friction was toppling the decreased acceleration as the Teslatrain safely made the bend with all three parties in one piece. However with no means of restarting the locomotive with the lever destroyed, Marianne pulled a remote out of her top hat once all three of them had exited the train. A click of another button had caused the train, along with all of the track it was riding on to vanish into thin air. The carbon powered vessel had been transported back to beyond the inventor’s workshop in the nearby hangar with the rails buried and out of sight.
Daisy was the first to get off the train before it disappeared, kissing the terra firma she missed dearly after being brought within an inch of her life. Marianne and Kim came down together as the drummer pulled up her phone to reveal the timer, and at that point, a delighted grin adorned her face as she showed the screen to Marianne.
“The fuck’s got you in a good mood?” Kim flashed the phone to Daisy, proudly rubbing it in her face. There were thirty seconds left on the clock, they got around the loop in under eighty minutes and won Daisy’s gambit. The sizable streamer slowly walked back, thinking it was just a ruse but alas her phone started to go off and as she pulled it out, it was her alarm that read, Gloating Time. At that point Daisy’s phone was right, but only on the other foot.
“So Daisy, about that bet…” With a mischievous smile, Kim whispered over to Marianne about Daisy’s potential punishment. While the obese drummer suggested admittedly degrading measures, the blonde had a better suggestion.
“Golly, you two are riding in high spirits today. Win something big hons?” Annabelle asked softly as Marianne and Kim took to their normal spot at their favorite dessert shop, Kim’s Corner, with Daisy’s picture prominently turned around and out of sight. Blue upholstered barstools and backdropped against a powder blue wallpaper and a prominent blue booth where the purple shirted woman waddled by to take her seat in pride. A table filled to the brim with ice cream, sundaes, milkshakes, and other assorted desserts, mostly brushed up against Kim’s belly that she propped up there, freshly prepared by the generous proprietor for her and Marianne to indulge and celebrate a successful venture. Sure Marianne had to make some repairs and most of this meal was to go, but the tinkerer thought this would be the best way to cap the day: treating Kim to her favorite eatery, all at Daisy’s expense.
“Yeah you can say that Annabelle, something big indeed right Marianne?” She giggled alongside Kim as they toasted a loaded milkshake glass with each other.
“So shall I put it on the tab sugar or?” The backside heavy waitress remarked.
“Nah, the green haired devil’s picking up this one. Making up for bringing the house down last time.” Kim pointed to Daisy, stuck in the corner grumbling over a bitter defeat. However upon seeing the sulking streamer, and at Marianne’s behest, Kim took over a sundae bowl and propped it in front of Daisy.
“What? You’re gonna snag this away from me at the last minute?” She scowled.
“Nah, I figure you should enjoy something. You’re footing the bill after all.” Taken aback by the drummer’s kindness after constantly lambasting her, Daisy swiped a spoon and began to dig in, gently cooing from the taste.
“Tch, figured you’d warm up to me in due time.” Daisy scoffed proudly.
“Same arrogance as ever eh Miss Haven? Least I got a good tempo to march on, be right there Marianne!” With that Kim waddled back to her booth and rejoined her companion for more dessert delights, continuing their celebration of a victorious bet and a (mostly) successful Teslatrain test run.