cake by the ocean

Turned out running while balancing living cargo on your back was a bajillion times more difficult when drunk. His mad dash to the stashed shark was filled with lurching, stumbling and many, many tail windmilling, leg flailing saves. If asked he would have credited the near misses to the woman on his back. It was all her fault for being wobbly and had nothing to do with his foolhardiness. He was a master of reckless abandon, after all. Had it down to a science or something.

When at last they reached the shark Hyperion slid to a halt and very nearly fell over it. His forelegs slammed into its back and its top fin slid between his front legs to rest cock-eyed against his chest. Grinning proudly even though she couldn't see his face, Hyperion gestured grandly at the beast and bellowed, "My shark!" He glanced over his shoulder for a reaction while swinging a paw down to slap the beast on the rump. He swung too wide and just clipped it and, feeling that wasn't good enough, his head snapped around so he could aim better. His face scrunched up slightly as he focused and then he swung, slapping the shark squarely on the end that could broadly be described as the rump. Beaming broadly he twisted around to look at the woman again. All of this happened fast enough to make him a little dizzy.

"Isn't he great?" he enthused. "Or she, I dunno my boy sharks from my girls sharks but," he used a paw to roll the shark towards him so he could peek at its belly. "That," he said, his eyes on a fin that Viviane couldn't see unless she walked around the beast, "Could be a penis so I'm gonna go with boy shark."