Walking nearby one of the parking lots at the northern end of the beach, Evan spotted a vixen struggling with a cooler. While not as comically obese as some of the patrons on the sands, she certainly hadn't been skipping any meals recently. Chub poked out from the straps of her bikini top, the bottoms were being swallowed up slightly by her pudgy rear, and a small belly pouched out from her midsection. Fatter than Evan liked his girls, she was still very pretty to the lion. She shuffled along for a few steps, awkwardly carrying the cooler until she lost her grip. The cooler landed with a dulled thud in a small cloud of sand.
"Hey! You need help with that?" Evan asked as he approached the female deer.
"Yes, please!" she replied. "I'm not too far, just over there!" The vixen gestured over to where several umbrellas had been set up in the sand a few hundred feet away.
The lion grasps one of the cooler's handles; the vixen grabbed the other. Lifting it up, Evan was caught off-guard by its heavy weight and was surprised the vixen was able to lift it up at all. "Oof, damn, having a party over there or something?"
"No, just me and the boyfriend today."
Boyfriend? Rats, Evan thought.
"What? And he's not here to help you out?" he asked.
"Oh, it's alright. Besides, that slowpoke would taken longer anyways," the vixen said, checking out the lion from a corner of her eye. "I'm Emily, by the way. You're...not from around here, are you? Are you on vacation?"
"I'm Evan. Actually, I just moved here. Like, literally just moved here. I live at the Flora Street Apartments not t-"
"Oh! Troy and I live there, too!" Emily cut in. "We live on the fourth floor."
"Nice. I'm on the seventh."
"We should have you over for dinner! To welcome you to the city!"
"That'd be nice. Like, I literally don't know anyone in Port Zaftig yet," Evan said.
"Well, you'll be our guest and...ah, here we are." The two reached the umbrellas stuck in the sand. A large bag with a beach towel laid beside them. On the ground another beach towel, an enormous bright red one, laid in a sizable crater in the sand.
"Oh, Troy's not here," Emily said as the two set the cooler down on the sand. She squinted, looking out into the ocean. "Ah, there he is, taking a dip."
Evan brought up a paw to his eyes, shielding them from the bright sun. Light glimmered off of the water nearly blinding the lion, but Evan could just barely make out small patches of red fur out in the sea.
"He'll be out there for a while," the vixen said. "But why don't you cover over to our place tonight? I'm making fried chicken, and I always make too much!"
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