Reincarnated In ToonTown Chapter 191: A Little Chat (Patreon)

“Yo Wendy, you got a minute? I want to introduce you to someone!” 

I watched as Jackie called out to a group of people, but the one who responded was a tall girl with pale skin, an upturned nose, long straight ginger hair that reached past her hips, and freckles. She was rather skinny, or at least I thought so until she stepped out from the crowd of people and I could see her more clearly. While she might have had little fat across her stomach and midsection, all of it seemed to have been relocated to her ass and chest, which were noticeably endowed and shapely in her one-piece swimsuit. 

“Whoa, Jackie, don’t tell me this is the guy that crashed into you?” Wendy replied with a friendly smile as she walked over, “You never mentioned he’s built like a damn house.” 

“Technically, she was the one who crashed into me, and thank you for noticing,” I said, matching Wendy’s friendliness as I held out my hand, “Ramon, nice to meet you, Wendy.” 

“Likewise, man, you're a cook, right? Heard Jackie convinced you to bring us some eats for tonight.” Wendy said with a grin, rubbing her hands together. 

“Sure did, just one problem, the concession stand is locked, and Ramon needs the grill. Was hoping you’d have the master key,” Jackie explained, getting Wendy up to speed on our dilemma. 

“Sorry, but I gave the key to the twins so they could unlock the equipment shed. Of course, I told them to give it back, but they probably got wrapped up in something and forgot,” Wendy said with a click of her tongue, “They were running around the pool earlier; might be able to track them down if they haven’t found a cryptid and got sucked into an alternate dimension.” 

“Is that an inside joke?” I asked with a raised eyebrow as I glanced at Jackie, who only smiled ruefully, “Remember what I said about the weirdos I hang out with who talk about strange shit happening in the woods.” 

“No more than you talk about jumping between different magical worlds.” Wendy shot back with an easy-going attitude, “But in all seriousness, if you do find the twins, make sure they’re not up to anything mischievous. Especially Mabel, she had five fudgesicles earlier, and that amount of sugar in her tiny body combined with her impulse control problems is a bad combination. " 

“You let her have five?!” Jackie asked with wide eyes, “Why would you do that?” 

“I didn’t let her, she smuggled them out of the concession stand, and I only found the wrappers after she already downed all of them,” Wendy corrected with a shrug. “Besides, she’s an adult now I can’t really tell her what and what not to eat…at least when she’s off the clock. If we were still working, I would take her blood sugar levels like it was a damn drug test.” 

Wendy then looked at me, “One time she got her hands on a whole carton of moosetracks and was nearly climbing the walls by the end of her shift.”

“July 24th 2014,” Jackie said with a slightly haunted look in her eyes, “We had to lure her out with jelly beans and recess pieces before taking her to a local track to run it off…it was a pretty fun day all in all.” 

“Well then you shouldn’t have any problem tracking them down,” Wendy said with a grin before giving me a light tap on my shoulder with the back of her hand, “In the meantime, Brickwall and I over here will try and get the door opened some other way.” 

Jackie narrowed her eyes, “Wendy, what are you playing at?” 

“What you think I’m gonna hurt him?! Look at me and look at him,” Wendy stressed but that didn’t seem to put Jackie at ease, “Just don’t go all apocalypse on him alright, and before you get overly worked up, he has like four other partners.”

“Four?” Wendy repeated in shock before glancing back at me, “Oh we are most definitely talking now.” 

Jackie sighed and sent me an apologetic glance. “Sorry for dragging you into this. I promise she won’t bite unless you give her a reason to, and judging from how chill you’ve been up until this point, I doubt you have any reason to worry.” 

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” I replied ruefully as Jackie sent me one last grin before turning around and going off to find the twins. 

“Come on shoulders. I might need those muscles of yours to knock down that door.”  

Following Wendy, I made a market effort not to stare at her ass, though I guess it was about as subtle as staring directly at it because I didn’t make it three steps before the redhead made a comment, “Don’t strain yourself too much, wouldn’t want you popping a blood vessel.” 

“You inviting me to take a look?” 

“I’m pretty sure you already took a look, so about you just tell me what you think?” Wendy shot back without missing a beat. 

I smirked, “Pretty sure this is a trap so I’ll refrain from commenting.” 

Wendy glanced back at me with a grin, “Well, at least you have some self-restraint, not what I would imagine from a man with four partners, was it?” 

“Four girlfriends soon to be wives, with other…friends that might join us one day.” I clarified, making Wendy’s eyebrows raise, “How the fuck are they not draining you dry?” 

“In what way?” I retorted, making Wendy smirk, “We’ve only known each other for ten minutes, obviously; I’m asking how you afford to keep four women happy and fulfilled.” 

“Well, I would like to think that my winning personality is what satisfies them, but in reality, my restaurant is quite successful and makes sure that I don’t have to worry about when Christmas comes around.” 

“Oh, good-looking and has a lot of money, but do you have any substance?” Wendy asked as we arrived in front of the locked concession stand door, “Anything behind all that money and that square jaw.” 

“Well I would like to think so but I’d imagine that’s not enough to convince you?" I wagered as I flipped open the cooler and skillfully plucked out a six pack, “Though to be honest I don’t know why I’m trying to convince you in the first place that I’m a good person.” 

“Because you want my approval if you want any chance at making Jackie one of your soon-to-be wives/friends with benefits,” Wendy answered as she knelt in front of the door and peered at the lock. 

“When did I say that I wanted Jackie to be any of those things?” I questioned while pulling out a can from the plastic rings and handing it to Wendy. 

“Oh just the way you flirt with her every single chance you get and the fact that she seems very receptive to it,” Wendy listed out even as she took the offered can and proceeded to shotgun it in two seconds flat, “Ugh…IPA.” 

“Impressive, as for Jackie and the flirting, that’s just me being friendly.” I explained only for Wendy to snort and roll her eyes as she proceeded to tear the can apart until she had a metal slip with a square-shaped hook at the end, “Yeah that plus being attractive equals flirting.”

“Well that just seems unfair to me,” I protested with a small smile as I cracked open my own beer. 

“Oh no, poor you,” Wendy mocked me with fake tears as she slipped the strip of metal into the space between the lock and the socket and started sliding it around the circumference, “You get to make friends easy and have people look up to and admire you. What a tragic fate.” 

I let out a chuckle, “Okay, maybe you’re right, guess it’s not that bad after all. But don’t pretend like you’re any different.” 

“Oh I don’t think we’re all that similar,” Wendy protested as she started to rake the metal slip back and forth clearly trying to hook something within the lock, “I definitely don’t have four boyfriends, soon-to-be husbands.” 

“No, but you are friendly and good-looking,” I countered as I drained the last of the beer. 

“You think this is me being friendly?” Wendy asked as she glanced over at me with a raised eyebrow, only for a loud click to echo out. 

“Seeing as you just picked a lock with a beer can I’m going to assume that this is the friendly version of this conversation,” I muttered as Wendy stood up and pulled the door open. 

“Huh, I guess I can add smart and observant to that list of attributes as well.”