It was a lost and lonely night. Shrek, having nowhere to go, rejected by Fiona for his bad habit of sexual farting, decided to take a seat at a local place called "La Casa de Guano." It was an interesting place, having a simple sign that evoked mystery and wonder in all who observed it.
Shrek walked in the door, and grabbed a seat by the bar. He felt he needed a drink. Or seven. Maybe eight. He called for the waiter.
"Oi, laddie, bring me some whiskey, will ya?"
The waiter turned around to view Shrek. With an unwelcome glare, the waiter walked back into the kitchen. When he emerged, he was holding a shot of whiskey in his hand. He dumped the glass unceremoniously in front of Shrek. They glared at each other.
Shrek's anger didn't last for long, as, while he was looking around the restaurant to entertain himself, he saw this beautiful, brooding, black hedgehog sitting by a table, lonely and alone, sipping what appeared to be wine. Shrek gulped the whiskey down for confidence, then walked over to the hedgehog.
"Hello, there," Shrek inquired. "What's your name?"
The hedgehog stared back at Shrek. His edgy red eyes said all that needed to be said; they were ablaze with passion. Shrek edged closer.
"Shadow."
Before anyone knew what was going on, Shrek found himself embracing Shadow. His lips gravitated towards Shadow, and soon enough, they were locked in a warm, fiery embrace. Passion rose in both of them as they began to feel each other's bodies. Shadow took down Shrek's pants. Shadow had no pants to take down, which made it all the better, at least in Shrek's opinion.
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How was that? Does my fanfic writing style need work? That was a practice run.