And so… we continue. Prancer.

Day 3. Prancer.
If you want to read something better, then I suggest you check out my fellow passengers daily posts of BlogFestivus 2012 stories. Mine, I’m sorry to say, come from the dark side nestled deep inside my subconscious mind (I always knew there was another part of me in here somewhere).
**Disclaimer Alert**
Okay, I know! The content of this journey has been… well, trashy, full of smutiness, cringe-worthy! So I have to warn you again, it only gets worse! Well, maybe not today, anyhow. But please continue if you have the stomach to do so.
Day 3. I hung around ‘Baubles’ for two days, hoping to catch sight of Prancer. My source had informed me he worked the same circuit. About to give up, sick of the stench of Gingerbread Whisky and Candy-Cane Ale, he sauntered through the doors with an entourage of Arctic Foxes in tow. He appeared in good health, but no amount of fake fur and stage makeup could hide the fact he was bald.
I watched a couple of Malamutes rush forward for an autograph. Prancer, or ‘Cookie’, as he liked to call himself now, flapped his hooves and squealed. Air-kissing his appreciation. The poor, gullible fools had no idea of his true identity. I didn’t think it necessary to shatter their somewhat, warped illusion.
He moved to a booth towards the back of the bar, dismissing his groupies and drew the grubby, torn curtains. An opportunity I couldn’t turn down. I ordered two, Chocolate-Kiss Vodkas, and headed for the booth.
I sat opposite him. Prancer looked at the drinks and licked his lips. ‘What can I do you for?’ he asked, not even looking at me.
‘Why don’t you tell me, who killed Santa,’ I replied, ‘the world’s dying to know.’
His hoof shot out and grabbed the drinks. He downed them, coughing on the sweet liquid and stared at me.
‘I had nothing to do with it, ask the others!’ he screeched, and slid from the black, leather seat and bounded away.
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Here’s the passenger list as promised. Please take the time to give them a look, after all, they’re writing for your entertainment. 😀
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Your details that crop up unexpectedly are great! Fake fur….make up….what’s going to happen tomorrow 🙂
Oh, it gets worse! 😀
This is great! I am just getting around to reading some of the others stories today. Can’t wait to find out about Vixen tomorrow.
All I can say is, it’s not gonna be nice. 😉
Chocolate Kiss Vodka. Christmas just came early. 😉
Loving the story so far…perfect cocktail hour reading.
Yep, I love Vodka! Glad you like it. 🙂
This is getting so exciting with each day….I am so eager to know who the culprit was…. 🙂
Oh, you will, but not quite yet. 😉
Getting seedier and seedier – love it! At least he was smart enough to down the drinks before he bolted!
Prancer’s all about the Chocolate-Kiss Vodka. 😀
Mmmmmm. Chocolate Kiss vodka. Nice touch.
Vodka all the way!
Those malamutes are annoying groupies, aren’t they? Love this! 😀
Yes they are, flashing their blue eyes and pawing for attention! 😀
Who knew the north pole was so seedy?!! Makes me feel better about being from New Jersey.