Cupids Oops

Those frigging elves were really to blame thought the cherub as he held the ice pack to his head. Talking all that shit. That's what really spun him up. Their whole bullshit comparing him to baby new year got him pissed. That eggnog they were serving didn't help. It tasted good and after a few glasses, he was feeling no pain. He wasn't thinking quick enough either. He stayed there way too long. He was going to walk out but that comment about changing his diaper really snagged him back in. He was a god for fuck sake. Even in this chubby child's body with a diaper he had to show them he would outlast them, outdrink them. The beers started flowing and the elves kept antagonizing. Of course, they did it was after Christmas and they had nothing to do for a few months. They had time to blow. They could screw with him. He should have picked up on the clues as time went on.

The elves started passing out. The first indicator of a long time was passing. They could hold their liquor for better than three-quarters of the entities in the joint. Did he catch that sign that it was time to leave? No, he doubled down and the shots started coming out: Jager, Rumple Minze, Wild Turkey. That hammered those little fucking north pole degenerates.

The second sign, Old Man Winter showed up talking about joining the festivities early and how mother nature would be pissed. This got everyone laughing which was an encouragement to the child archer. He started talking with the old man about events before the elves existed. Just to prove that he was older than them. He was a god. Those little toy makers needed to understand that.

Third sign, the clumsy bunny bumped into him spilling the winged baby's tankard. Apologizing, the flopsy-eared cotton-tailed bastard hopped away explaining he had to go prepare the dye for the eggs and get the candy ready. That should have been a big fucking hint. The rabbit's day was after his. But no. That sign went right over his head. The rabbit always made such a big deal about his holiday when it really belonged to the new god. Another example of a god being downplayed. Same thing happened with him and St. Valentines Day. The friggin' church almost removed him from the picture altogether. What did the saint know about love?

It wasn't until after he heard the firecrackers and all the Asiatic dragons showed up to join the party did he realize he had stayed too late. He outdrank the elves but they had kept him beyond his time. Now he was going to have to work his ass off to get things finished. Mom was going to be pissed. She had a list and he would have to let those arrows fly quicker than ever. He left the party flying along with black coffee in his hand. He called a ride and went straight home. A couple of days to sleep it off then right to work.

Oh, the fucking headache. The shower barely helped. The greasy meal soaked up little. A Monster and some Tylenol. An old god relying on modern conveniences. Those fucking elves. Next time he'd get even. Now time to work. He grabbed the list from his very irate goddess mother. Hungover from months of drinking, he headed out to do a month's worth of matchmaking in a couple of days. The hangover was pounding him.

The early part of the week had gone as well as could be expected. Mom's list was long but nothing he couldn't handle. He could move faster than possible. Santa was a tortoise compared to him. No hangover would slow him down. Shaky hands meant tough accuracy. He would just be extra steady, breathe, and double-check his targets. He was confident with that.

The main issue was with the dosing. He had a couple of varieties of doses to put on the arrows. Love is common. Lust made people horny. Repel makes two people not get along. Repulse makes people despise each other. The doses affected the length the feelings lasted. From a drop for a few hours to many drops for a lifetime. Once someone is dosed, the dose can't be changed for a couple of days. He set that rule a long time ago to combat other gods when they tried to screw him. The last dose was True Love(TL). He seldom used it unless he knew the people were already a good match. A couple of drops of that lasts forever. There was very little he could change for months in that case.

His shaky hands were having trouble getting precise with the drops. With his bloodshot eyes, he could hardly focus to make sure the mixtures were right. He got most of them close and made no major errors. He did manage to overdose a couple on lust. They'll be spending a couple of weeks in bed and have trouble walking but they'll enjoy each other. His mom would be ok with everything.

Carl was rushing about his day. He had some last-minute errands to run. It was the morning of Valentine's Day. He had reservations at the top restaurant in the city. The roses were ordered. The hotel was booked. Things were almost all set. Now a fun meeting with Jackie for lunch. A nice quick meal then back to running around.. The ring would be the last stop of the day. Jackie would surely say yes. They had met last February 14th at a singles get-together. Both had been in lousy relationships and were sick of the dating scene, He had felt a sharp pain in his arm and reached over to rub it. It was that moment he looked up and the two locked eyes. Her beautiful long blonde hair and big blue eyes stared at him dreamily. It was love at first site. Their relationship raced along. Vacations taken. Keys exchanged. Families and friends met. All was perfect. Things just fell into place. He was confident that she would say yes. At his age, he felt this was his second shot at love. He knew he felt he was sure she was thinking the same way.

The chubby archer was flying about downtown. He still felt the effects of the hangover. A few months of drinking doesn't go away with a few days of sleep and a shower. He had barely finished his mom's list and his chores. Even hungover he had to try and spread merriment. It was Valentine's Day. His Day. Should be Cupid's day but he grew outta that a long time ago. Oh well, he was the true worker on this day. Tomorrow is a day's break. Then screw with the elves. Now he was just enjoying some acts of matchmaking. People he had seen all year around. He was catching up with as many as he could to shoot the final arrows to connect them. But his hands were still shaking from the months of drinking. God damn elves. He needed some coffee to calm his nerves. He knew a little cafe in this area that was perfect. He had matched the owner. He could work on him while grabbing some caffeine. He could be invisible and sneaky but had to be seen to get the much-needed coffee. He put on his best homeless guise and popped in. He strolled over to the counter and ordered the caffeinated nectar. Black, extra strong with plenty of sugar. The owner, Emelio, nodded to him and prepped the order. Emelio was good people. He didn't hesitate to serve the beggar standing at his counter. The baby-faced god had struck Emelio with a love arrow about ten years back. Paired him up with a cute little baker. The two opened up this awesome little place. He took the coffee from the man. "No charge sir, Happy Valentine's Day." Now that's a man that knows how to win me over he thought. He saw Emelio squeeze his wife's butt as he passed her behind the counter. She smiled at him and kept working. They still had it. He dipped two arrows a little bit of lust and some true love. His chubby fingers rubbed the mixture on the tips. He let the magic fly and gave each of them their dose. He loved to reinspire the love that was there. Especially with good people. He watched the two lovers look at each other and smile. Emelio leaned over and kissed his bride. That would give them one horny weekend and another ten years of happiness at least. A solid match always made him happy.

Isabella, Izzy, as everyone called her was riding her bike through the city. She was a young artist struggling to make it. She took a job as a messenger to make some side cash to pay the bills. Besides the riding kept her in shape. She looked at her watch 1150. Her next pick-up was at 1245. She had plenty of time to grab a quick bite. She popped the curb and slid her bike to a stop, dismounting and dropping the kickstand in one fluid motion. She popped it into the rack and locked it tight. Her helmet swung from the handlebar as she stepped toward the cafe. She ran her hand through her short black hair wiping some of the sweat off. It was a warm day for February. She wore long tight bike pants and a tight zippered hoody. Opening the door of the cafe a hand grabbed hers. A prim and proper woman dressed in a full pink coat with long blond hair looked at her and then her hand. The woman smiled brightly her blue eyes flashing. She apologized emphatically.

Izzy opened the door and politely nodded and smirked. She couldn't stand ritzy older people. She was sure the woman had been in a sorority a long time ago. The woman was still that snotty type. A high-maintenance woman. Probably never worked a hard day in her life. Izzy walked to the counter and watched the blonde woman walk over to a table where a brown-haired suit jumped up to greet her. They exchanged kisses and hugs as Izzy looked on. Fucking yuppies. Izzy ordered and went to sit down. A slight smile to the homeless guy drinking coffee near the register. She looked around for a seat. The only table available was next to the Yuppy couple. Great, she put in her ear pods as she sat. At least she wouldn't have to hear them. The music jammed as she watched the two smiling and talking. A sign behind them caught her eye. Valentine's Day special. Oh shit, that was today. The BS marketing holiday. She shook her head. Izzy hadn't had many good relationships in her short life. She really knew how to date idiots and losers. She even gave up on guys and tried dating girls for a while. She couldn't pick any better with them. Now she was a happy bachelorette. She lived alone in a small apartment. The landlord let her use the basement as a studio for no extra charge. Young and free in the city. She loved being single. After her last delivery, she would relax in a bath and read a book alone. The music drowned out her thoughts.

Jackie was rushing to get to the cafe to meet Carl. She loved when he met her for lunch. Especially on Valentine's Day. A holiday she loved since she had met Carl the year before. She had a list of bad relationships in the past but that all changed when she met him. She loved Valentine's Day. She always told people, "It was Cupid's arrow that struck Carl and me. That's what started our happiness." She finally felt comfortable with someone. She was happy and in love. At her age who could ask for more? She wore a red sweater with little hearts on it. She had a long pink coat with a red knit cap. She felt like one of the candy hearts. The cafe was the perfect spot. Walking distance from her job and quick, good food. She was thinking about how she might flash her red sexy lingerie to tease Carl as she reached for the door. She had picked it up this morning and changed in the bathroom at work. She was always trying to keep up her looks. It became more difficult as she got older. She worked out but it was getting harder to stay in shape. She accidentally grabbed another person's hand. "Oh I'm so sorry, I'm lost in my mind." The young girl smirked but held the door for her. "Thank you," she said as she walked in. The girl was dressed in all black with short black hair. Probably one of those goth girls. Wow, youth was wasted on the young. At that age, she had been dressed sexy and to the nines all the time. Course, that hadn't worked out for her very well with all the losers she had ended up with. Oh well, at least she had her man. In fact, there he was she smiled as she saw Carl. She was always happy when Carl was nearby. She rushed over to join him.

Carl couldn't take his eyes off his girl. He was so excited to see her. He had never felt that way about someone. She looked so pretty in her red hat and long pink coat. He knew her lunch time was limited so he had ordered for her. He had been in plenty of shitty relationships before Jackie. Meeting her changed his life. He was always depressed before thinking that love had passed him. She brought out the happiness he had been lacking. Every time he saw her a smile can across his face. He really loved her. He was glad he didn't buy the ring yet because he was sure he would have ended up asking her right there. He knew she would say yes.

Izzy waited for her food. She listened to her music. The yuppies were talking away and holding hands. The woman had taken her coat off and had a red sweater with white hearts. Oh man the VD shit was disgusting. The guy was old. He reminded her of her father a little. God the two of them were acting like they were teenagers. Thank goodness she didn't have to listen to the dribble they were spewing at each other. She grabbed a pen and mindlessly drew on the napkin next to her.

Cupid sipped his coffee. He wouldn't stay long in the restaurant because not everyone tolerated his presence as a homeless guy. Several people had left casually mumbling about his stench. He was getting ready to leave when he noticed Jackie and Carl sitting and talking at a booth across the diner. He had shot Carl in the arm and her in the tuchus last year. Just love darts. They were at one of that anti-holiday get-togethers. He loved to match people at those things. He made hypocrites out of them. He had lost track of them. He watched the two closely. Those two were glowing. They were perfect together. He scanned their minds. She thought of him, he was thinking of her. They seemed lost in their own world. An island of love in the cafe. Let me give them another dose. This dose would be true love to seal the deal. He was going for two but ended up with three. He added two lust drops. He mixed the doses and then wiped them on the dart. This should get them a weekend of sex and a decade of love. The bowstring was drawn and aimed. The first was at Carl's arm. The second at Jackie's shoulder. He dry heaved as he fired the second.

Carl felt a twinge in his left arm. He jerked and raised his hand and coffee mug. He heard a noise like a clang.

The Roman god's eyes went wide, "OH Shit," He screamed in his mind. His second arrow was off target. It struck Carl's mug and went wide. It continued on into the arm of a young girl sitting behind the two lovers.

Izzy sat doodling on her napkin. A sharp pain twitched in her left shoulder. She grabbed at it with her hand and looked up. She looked right into the eyes of the old male yuppie seated across from the VD-dressed woman. She suddenly noticed he was handsome. His wavy brown hair was just right. His stunning hazel eyes pierced hers. His face was rugged with an unshaven appeal. His body looked muscular and toned. The suit he was wearing was tailor-made. Everything about him was appealing to her. How had she not noticed it when she looked at him before? She had passed him off but now looking at him he was stunning. She stared in awe.

Carl looked strangely at his mug and then lowered it to the table. His eyes focused from the mug to a stunning young girl seated at the table behind and across from his table. She was incredible. Her short black hair was slightly mussed. Her face was like an angel soft and pure. She had lovely gray eyes. She was dressed in a tight hoody with extremely tight long bike pants. The clothes accentuated her athletic body. He could see her round breasts framed by the fabric and separated by the strap of the bag she wore. It was like a thunderbolt made this beauty appear before him. She was young but so amazing. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He heard Jackie talking but could respond. He was mesmerized.

"Carl, Carl... Carl," Jackie called to him. He was ignoring her and just staring at the young goth girl behind them. What the hell? What was wrong with him? She snapped her fingers in his face. He just kept looking and smiling at this dark-haired girl sitting in the booth. They were staring at each other. He looked like he was bewitched by her. What was this goth girl doing to him?

Oh, shit thought the Cherub. He fucked up. He quickly drew three more arrows and pour drops of True love and lust on them. He was determined to keep Jackie and Carl together. They belonged with each other. He decided he had one shot. He walked over and changed his angle. One shot into Jackie, One into Isabella, and the last into Carl. He seldom did threes but sometimes they worked out. The amount of TL he had put on the first shots wouldn't be undone. This was his best chance. He'd triple down.

Jackie kept looking at Carl. "Hey, Carl what are you doing?" A homeless guy brushed past and she was forced to twist slightly. Then a sharp pain in her arm as she turned to rub her shoulder. She was staring right at the Goth Girl. All of the sudden, she could see why Carl was staring. Jackie was stunned. She was staring at a true beauty. The girl was young and hot. Carl made a noise and her head swung back and her boyfriend was looking back and forth between both women. He was so sexy. He started to say something.

Izzy's gaze was locked on the hot guy that suddenly captured her attention when a homeless guy slid between them. Another muscle cramped in her arm. And her head turned suddenly to find the Blonde woman looking at her. The girl's hair was radiant and she had the cutest dimples. Izzy did not notice how sexy she was before. The VD outfit she wore was goofy but it was very good at outlining her hot body. She was very attractive for her age. Then Carl made a noise and the girls both turned to him. How had Izzy not noticed how attractive this couple was? She was getting turned on just looking at them. She had never felt like this before.

Carl was looking at the hot dark haired girl. She was way too young for him and he loved Jackie, but something had him staring at her. A homeless guy passed between them and he found her looking at Jackie when his vision was on her again. Then he felt a sharp pain in his neck which caused him to cough. He temporarily closed his eyes. He opened them to see his beautiful soon-to-be fiance looking at him. Just beyond her his eyes focused on the raven-haired youth. God, he was staring at two polar opposites but they were the two most beautiful women he had ever seen. He looked back and forth. They were so sexy. What was he thinking? His girlfriend was right here. But he had to talk to this girl in black. "Umm... Ahhh... Yeah,.. Hey, I'm Carl, this is Jackie...umm hi, I'm not really sure what to say."

"Can we join you?" Jackie asked the young girl interrupting him.

Izzy was just staring. They were talking to her. She looked confused. These two beautiful strangers were talking to her. She watched their mouths move. Wow, they looked so sexy together. She could feel her body getting excited. What were they saying? Suddenly she realized the earbuds. She pulled them out smiling her face turning slightly red with embarrassment. "Sorry... I forgot I... ahh...had them in... what were you saying?"

"Can we join you?" the blond asked. The man had already stood and was moving to Izzy's booth. The blond stood and walked over to sit next to Izzy. Izzy just slid over. "I'm Jackie and this is Carl." she reached out her hand to Izzy.

The hand felt warm in Izzy's grip. So soft and delicate. "I'm Isabella, but you can call me Izzy." Izzy smiled and tilted her head slightly. She swore the lady batted her eyes at her. Carl reached his hand across the table and Izzy shook it while still holding Jackie's hand. His hand was strong and firm. She could feel the strength in him. God their touch was erotic. What the hell was she thinking? She had never felt anything like this.

Jackie held Izzy's hand. The hand was slender and held her hand confidently. She could see the muscular shape. The girl tilted her head toward her slightly. Jackie inadvertently batted her eyes at her. What had made her do that? This girl was stunning and Jackie was acting like a teenager. She saw Carl take her other hand in his. Good, he could definitely save the day. He was so sexy holding her hand. What was she thinking? They barely knew this young girl. Jackie didn't think of herself as gay. She had fooled around before but that was a long time ago. But this girl was hot. Jackie's body was reacting to the touch of her hand. How would Carl feel? Carl had to be thinking the same thing. He was holding her hand too.