Where did the mekkie go?

A short story by: Aprak (the mighty mouse)

As I was slowly waking up with a banging head ache I suddenly realized that I had forgot about "Fred" the mekkie.

Fred and I had been friends for a very long time and I was feeling responsible for him. We were both only young n00bs when I bought him at the Pyr east stables. Actually he chose me ;)

Fred likes to get ridiculously wasted and I always had to get him out of fights with other mekkies when we were out the pub. But this time I couldn't find him.

It was suspiciously quiet in the pub. No breaking chairs, no swearing and no mekk farting. Then I suddenly remembered! Fred was still at the bath-house!

More than once did I have to start all over again from scratch with no dappers in my wallet because of Fred. Once I even had to bail him from prison of the Zo-Kian tribe because he was rude to one of the corporals female mekkies. That escapade coasted me nearly a million dappers.

"Owning" Fred had turned out to be very expensive over the years and sometimes I'd got the feeling that he was the one actually owning me instead of the other way around ;(

As I run through the streets of Pyr, getting lost more than once, I though "what if he ate all the towels" or "what if he crapped in the pool". All kinds of worries went through my head.

But noting in the whole wide Atys could prepare me to the sight that awaited me at the bath house. Apparently Fred had found a bimbo mekkie just outside the bath house when he was bored silly out of waiting for me, and they had been "doing monkey" business all night long.

The bath house was a complete mess.

"OMG - this is going to be the most expensive escapade yet" thought I while I was anxiously looking around to see if perhaps someone didn't notice.

Luckily it was still early in the day, and Fyrosians being the lazy people as they are they don't get up until mid-day.

"Quick!" I shouted to Fred "help me tidy this damned mess up NOW!".

But Fred only looked at me with sleepy eyes. "WTF are you shouting for" he was telling me in the semi body- semi noise-language that we had commonly invented over the years, while he lit up yet another Caracha fag and puffed on it shamelessly.

As usual it turned out that I had to do all the work, cleaning and tidying.

"Soon the blimy mek is going to ask me to carry him around on my back instead" thought I as I searingly shuffled him out of the establishment. At least this time I didn't have to get ruined paying precious dappers to various authorities. And at least he didn't smell as badly as usual...