Drabble - Hell Hath No Fury

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She found him in the tent that served his favorite, the dark ales, next to perky blonde he’d left with. Her hands clenched with rage.

“Hey Tom!” Stacy called.

The man beside the blonde turned, shocked.


Stacy cocked her arm as she strode, pleased that she’d surprised him in the act. She stood over him a moment later and turned to the blonde – and realized it was her best friend, Willette, in a new wig.

“Happy Birthday!” Willette said with a little smirk.

Stacy turned, finding shocked, familiar faces all around.

“You're early,” Tom slurred from the ground.

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