“Really, he said THAT?”

“Yep~♥”

“He hasn’t said anything like THAT before, has he?”

“Mmm. Mmm. Nope~♥”

“Order up ladies. Later, Fabs!”

“Later~♥”

Club had ran into Betty on her way out of Witty’s place, and the two ladies decided to have a friendly chat, then a friendlier chat on the way to Saurbucks cafe. Now that they’ve had a seat with hot drinks in hand, the conversation has moved on to…

Betty grins from ear to ear. “...so, what do you think he’s going to say?”

Club sips from her stone-age mocha. “...I have a few thoughts~♥”

“So do I~♥” Betty sips from her mug.

The two are both dwelling on Witty’s parting words to Club before she left his garage. Naturally, they have wildly different theories.

‘Well~♥ They may not be “dating”, but…you never know~♥’ It’s no surprise Betty leans towards old-fashioned classy romance.

‘Nyo-ho~♥ We may not be “dating”, but…you never know~♥’ It’s no surprise Club’s theories hinge on an extremely inappropriate bias.

*SQUUUUAAAAK* “TWO-TWO!” *SQUAAAAAAAK* “TWO-TWO!” The cafe’s parrot “clock” clamors from inside the cafe.

*SQUAAA-

“WILL SOMEONE SHUT THAT BOZO BIRD THE HELL UP!??!” A disgruntled customer that’s been waiting on their order is losing his last pebble of patience-

“TWO-TWO!”

“THAT DOES IT!”

-and chases that fucking bird around the cafe.

Club and Betty can’t help but be drawn to the commotion. They watch as potted plants, drinks, tensions, and customers that were unfortunate enough to get caught between the mad primal chase of man and parrot fly high!

Still sipping their drinks, the two ladies look at each other. “Fred’s final fling?” They giggle together.

*BOMF* The caveman, Fred, and the parrot are thrown out the front door by the Manager.

The burly Manager with quite the pronounced forehead cracks his knuckles. “O-W-T! OUT! The both of ya!” And slams the door shut.

Club feels she has had enough excitement at the cafe today and scoots her chair back. “It was great seeing ya, Betty~♥ But I gotta get going. I owe Witty lots of sketches~♥”

“As always, I’ll tell Mom you said hi~♥”

Betty waves to her. “Have fun with the doodles, darling~♥ Ciao~♥”

“And don’t worry~♥ What Patty did to Douggy this time can be our little secret~♥”

Club leaves the cafe and hits the streets.

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Passing crosswalks, drivers and pedestrians out with their pet dinos. What to do. What to do, and where to go? Club has a hard time deciding where to begin her nature observations for today. Right now, she is on cloud nine. Not a care in the world.

Club pops open the journal to lovingly gaze at the secret drawing she made of a certain man. ‘Ah~♥’ She can only think about Witty, only Witty, and not the-

*POM* -huge boulder she just bumped into.

“That could’ve killed somebody!!! Lazy assholes!!!” Club puffs her cheeks. “Just because there are damn rocks everywhere is no excuse to leave your damn rocks in the middle of the damn road!!!”

“GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!” Her eyes ignite with amber!

Chomping the journal, Club clenches the boulder with both hands. The veins pop in her arms as she lifts it. Giving it one, two, THREE whirls, and chucking it high into the stratosphere!

“Thatzzzbutter!” She dusts off her hands, the journal still in her mouth.

Any nearby pedestrians and the workmen with their construction crew of dinosaurs stare at Club, completely dumbfounded and wide-eyed, bulging, that is. That boulder had to weigh almost 500 pounds. They all watch together as it *plops* into a lake. A lake that is nearly a mile away. The workmen were prepping to move that boulder after their mandatory fifteen-minute break. The pterodactyls above are eternally grateful they flew back precisely on time and not a minute too late…

*AH* Club twinges as she grips her right bicep. The muscles ache.

Club knows to be careful of this sort of thing, but sometimes she can’t help it when her eyes go amber, just like how she can’t help the after-effects. Club’s been through worse, but when it’s off, she can really feel it. Kind of like a hangover, the more she exerts under the influence of her amber eyes, the worse she’s off when it’s over.

Club wisely decides to rest against a palm tree. She blows a strand of her hair up. ‘I’m the one who's been getting lazy. When was the last time I had a good workout?’

‘...or a good fight? Maybe I’ve been waiting too long to settle the score with Mudsnapper…’

‘What to do~♥ What to do~♥’ Club thumbs through the journal.

The palm tree leaves above rustle…something is up there…

Club snaps her fingers. ‘I got it! Wrestling out that boulder from the bottom of the lake has gotta be good for my figure~♥’

‘I wonder what Witty thinks about legs and abs~♥ Hehe, I should find out.’

‘Umm, it did land in the lake…right? Oh God…’ Her face is overcome with despair.

The leaves rustle more.

*CLUNK*

“Owww!” A coconut fell on Club’s head.

She looks up…*CLUNK* another one greets her face. “Owwww!”

Club twitches her nose as her gaze hones in on the rustling leaves. She considers either shaking the damn thing by the trunk or climbing right up there and-

A long hairy tail droops down like a hook, and Club stalls her decision-making. Then her eyes sparkle with wonder. It can’t be! Could it? She scrambles to get out the field journal, ready to document it. If Club is correct, then Witty will really love it and really love her! This new discovery could very well be a rare, one-of-a-kind, genuine-

*CLUNK* Another coconut drops and knocks the journal out of Club’s hand.

Looking up again, she sees a faint shadow zip between trees! By the time Club registers the falling leaves and fruits, whatever was in there has already zipped several more tree tops ahead! It’s fast! REAL FAST!

Club picks up the journal and dashes after it. She’ll catch up…as will the shadow of the Vulture that has been monitoring Club unbeknownst to her.

Flying off after Club from a comfortable distance, not even leaving behind a single feather. The Vulture made some bound to be fruitful discoveries about this cavegirl and is eager to secretly tag along for the ride.

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