TradeFic: It's Not Just Frosting Part 3 FIN

Guilt stared at the purple hedgehog in confusion as his ears twitched. For one thing, he didn't know this person. For another thing, what was he being challenged to? "I'm zorry, who are you?" the old porcupine asked with a sheepish grin.

Vittore almost deflated at the question. Instead, he puffed up his chest and gave a cocky smirk while giving a gentleman bow. "Vittore Carpaccio; owner of a billionaire winning casino and THE God of Sex." The women giggled and blushed when the Italian declared his title. 'Back in business,' he thought smugly.

The French stared for a couple of minutes before letting out a chuckle of his own. "I see, and why doz the God of Sex wish ta challenge an old man like me?"

"We seem to have a few things in common, Mr-" the casanova waved his fingers inquiring for a name.

"Saul T. Laking, but everyone calls me Guilt."

"Well then, Guilt, like I said we have a few things in common."

"Oh?"

"Yes, we love to entertain the ladies."

The oden owner looked at the girls before him, and simply gave a sagely nod. "And this relates to the challenge?"

"Of course."

"Don't accept it," a gruff voice stated.

The casino owner turned to the badss mofo and glared while holding a fake, twitching smile. "Why, hello, Lance. What honor do we have with your presence?"

The half vampire rolled his eyes then glanced at Guilt. He looked at the lavender animal up and down. To be highly honest, this porcupine had a boring appearance and yet he was able to attract this many fans. 'Heh, kudos to you old man.' "I was checking to see what you're trying to do Vidiot."

A small vein formed at the side of Vittore's head when he heard the nickname that Lance gave. "I was only offering a challenge to Guilt here."

"Which you haven't explained what it is yet."

"I was getting there until he," pointed over to the arctic fox, "interrupted." The answer was a glare and a growl. "Anyway, I propose a flirting game."

The bomb technician tilted his head to the side, "A flirting game?"

"Sì; basically, we flirt with a certain number of women. Each of them will score of from 1 to 10. 1 being the worst, 10 being the best. Then we add up the numbers and divide the total by the number of women. Whoever's average is high is the winner."

"Stupid, but practical," Lance mumbled out.

The God of Sex quickly scowled before giving a prideful, almost friendly smile to Guilt. "So, what do you-"

"I will have to decline."

"EH?"

"Hm?" A barely questionable face appeared on the grey half vampire.

"I only flirt for-"

"Papa!" Everyone turned towards the voice seeing a small red porcupine runover and tackling Guilt's legs. "Mama told me to find you."

The old animal laughed happily and picked up the girl. "Bonjour, ma rosée du matin (Hello, my morning dew)." Vittore's jaw dropped, Lance held back a smile, and the girls awed at the sight. "Masdames (Ladies), I hope you remember my daughter Talia."

"Of course we do!" one of them declared happily.

"Bonjour," Talia greeted while waving shyly.

The women began to surround the two porcupines while talking amongst themselves ecstatically. It was basic topics of "Oh, we remember Talia," "Your daughter is so adorable," "I almost forgot that Guilt is now married," etc, etc.

The purple, Italian Casanova seemed to be frozen in place. Probably his mind hadn't quite digested of what just happened. The badss fox just gave an annoyed sigh before beginning to drag Vittore back to where their friends were.

For the rest of the day until the sunset, more or less antics occurred. Adrik gained enough pictures for the PlayGirl magazine, with most of them being of Sickle. The bird was reluctant, but was happy to give some help. However, he felt another weird vibe like the pink Russian was going to do something else with the photos of him. Purest freaked out over Cult when the cat came to say hi. The poor feline didn't understand why the angel hedgehog was afraid of him until it was explained. After the explanation the gondola maker tried to still be a friend by helping Purest make sand castles with Rabies. Lance tried to enjoy the beach by simply sleeping. As for Vittore . . . let's just say he's still broken.