Standing on your front porch, under the moth-battered overhead light, are two anthro lions. The one to your left is very muscular, wearing a tight red sweater with a college logo on it and jeans, huge paws stuffed into sneakers. He's leaning against the doorframe, standing there casually. The other one, on your right, is a little scrawny, arms folded across his chest, standing a little back in the shadows. That one's wearing khakis and a long-sleeved green-striped shirt, and square-lensed glasses and cover his huge brown eyes and sit on his triangular nose at the end of his muzzle. He has his paws jammed into his pockets and is looking rather sullen.
The muscular one in the sweater licks his muzzle, smiles, laughs a little, and says in voice that sounds like a college student, "Hey, I know this a weird question, but do you have any beer? We're planning to have a party, but we're all out. Can we borrow some?" Your eyes flit to the one on the right, who nods eagerly. "Uh... um...." you stammer. It's a lot to take in.
"Meghan, who is that at the door?" your mom's voice echoes from the dining room. "Uh... give me a minute..." You call back. You look back at the muscular one, who smiles gain, baring his sharp teeth. You gulp and slam the door in their faces. You press your back against the door and take a few deep breaths. Then you open the door again and the lions are still there. The scrawny one smiles and says "Recovered yet?" You gulp and say, "Give me a minute." You close the door partway and go back into the dining room, where your sisters are eagerly devouring their spaghetti. "It was just the mailman." You say. Your mom eyes you suspiciously, but seems satisfied with your answer. "Good. Now sit down and eat your spaghetti." She says. "Actually, I'm kind of thirsty. I'm going to go out to the garage and get a soda. Does anyone want one?" You stammer. Zoe raises her hand and you nod. "Good. I'll be back in a minute." Then you rush out of the dining room and towards the front door.
The muscular one holds out his pawish hand. "Hi. I'm Eric and this is Murphy." He says, pointing to the scrawny one. You grasp his huge paw in your hand and shake it. "We're opening a fraternity right next door, Omnia Animalia Accipiunt. I promise this is the only time we'll bother you." You open the door wider and beckon them in. "We keep the beer in a fridge in the garage. Follow me." You whisper. High-fiving each other, Eric and Murphy walk through the door and down the hall towards the garage. As you close the door and walk behind them, you see holes have been torn in the back of their pants for their tails.
You lead them to the garage and open the fridge. "Score!" Eric whispers, and heaves a huge container onto his beefy shoulder, holding it up with his massive paw. "Murph, you grab those two." He instructs. Murphy goes forward and picks up two small boxes, one in each hand. You open the garage door. "Thanks for the help, Meghan. We won't forget this. " Eric says. They walk out of the garage and back across the lawn. You watch them go up the front porch. Before they go in, they set the beer down and wave. Waving back, you put your hand down as they unlock the door and go into the house.
Shaking your head in disbelief, you snatch two soda cans from the fridge and head back to the dining room, closing the garage door behind you, wondering if that whole experience was just a dream.