VROOM!
The two men blazed at lightning speed down the country road. Knowing it’d be empty specially this time in the season, with country boots pressing down on the accelerator, Nicholas and Cornelius raced one another like old times, their arrogance and flair retained like when they were a young’In.
Their wives reeled down the windows at the sides of their car as they enjoyed the fresh breeze, like it was their first date by the classy-yet fierce and dominant men. Corrine and Greta were glad they married such respectable men that knew how to treat a lady like a queen.
After a mere 10 minutes, the limo and SUV parked at the reserved spots of the dinner, specially made for the gospels themselves-being frequent patrons and investors that keep the dinner up and running.
Numerous advertisements of Gospel Gas, with Cornelius flashing that gospel business smile and a thumbs up next to a photograph of his gas station, plastered in numerous windows alongside some other of Nicholas’s multiple businesses.
The two martial couples walked to the dinner, hand in hand with their respective lover, chatting with the other Gospel as they pushed open the doors, and are met with a familiar face-
“Well Ah Never thought Ah’d see ya here!”
A strong and tall caucasian, with a gorgeous country lady holding his right muscular arm tightly. Dressed in a typical casual-formal clothes, like for example, a green button down with rolled up sleeves that accentuated his arms-which the wives took note of but nevertheless remained devoted to their husbands.
Of course, this country man was yet another victim of the curse, produced by a long turn of events but ultimately stemming down to the original Nicholas’s and Karen’s family design with Mark-whose now Sgt. Marcus and now fully relishing in his heterosexuality with his army recruits back in the previous city-staying back for the celebration at the farm as his pa and ma decided to spend some quality, couple time with one another in private.
“Drill Sergeant Madsen! And his lovely Fiancée Jane! Nice to see ya’ll here!” Nicholas drawled, flashing his signature businessman smile as he extended his hand as Marty Madsen gripped it tightly and gave it a determined shook. “Specially making a man out of our sons in bootcamp!”
Nicholas then Stepped backwards as his brother Cornelius took pursuit.
“Always salute to ya for all the service y’all have done for us Sergeant Madsen!” Cornelius did the same gestures as his brother, being raised right and straight by their father together, it was no shock for him to develop the same mannerisms as Nicholas himself.
“Y’know...y’all can jus call me Marty! Y’all are like family to me!” He stammered, lips curled upwards on both sides as his fierce-domineering expression hid a blush that was uncommon for a military man. He always craved approval, specially from famileh.
“Shucks....my big strong army man is blushin’ like when he’d proposed ta me!” Jane commented teasingly, as she leaned and rubbed her head against the tall figure of her soon to be husband. Marty could not resist the lady teasing em’ as he bent down slightly, putting his gruff, stache-designed lips on her forehead.
She always liked the fact while he is a dominant beast-specially in bed, he too is a mega sweet heart that did nightly video calls to her at home even when he was on duty.
The gospels each bellowed a proud, hefty laugh. Arrogance and flair coming from them as the Madsens joined in suit. The group of christians alerted the already noisy diner, the other patrons and employees-particularly the gay ones, could not help but keep themselves focused onto the six of em’.
Ears turned towards the them, as the curse prepared its host in transmitting it.
“Remember y’all! We civilians have to stay on patrol! Wouldn’t want the enemy sneakin’ up on our sacred Murica ground!” Marty gestured once again, bending down in a watchover’s position as his legs stood firm-but far apart. Delivering his signature line.
“Specially not the sodomites!”