So, a Japanese and an Italian Walk Into a Bar...
WHO: Feliciano, Kiku, Atthis, Emi, Vash (NOW OPEN! COME IN, SEXY 21 AND OLDER~)
WHEN: May 16th, Sunday. Late in the evening.
WHERE: Honda residence, Vargas mansion, sexy night-club/bar, Jack in the Box
WHAT: Having a dead granny is a real downer, but luckily Feliciano has the cure-all solution: clubbing! and crossdressing
RATING: C for ( Read more... )
WHEN: May 16th, Sunday. Late in the evening.
WHERE: Honda residence, Vargas mansion, sexy night-club/bar, Jack in the Box
WHAT: Having a dead granny is a real downer, but luckily Feliciano has the cure-all solution: clubbing! and crossdressing
RATING: C for ( Read more... )
With a shout to Romano that he’d be back, maybe, before 3am and an answering yell Feliciano had flounced out of the house with keys in hand. Five seconds later the Ferrari was tearing out of the driveway backwards, nearly hitting a raccoon before speeding away. In typical Italian driving etiquette he ignored nearly every traffic sign in existence, swearing to avoid night joggers on the sidewalks, speeding red lights and stopping suddenly in the middle of a road to let a family of stray cats scurry across the road.
He made it to the Honda household in a record 9 minutes 4 seconds, breaking his old record of 13 minutes and 45 seconds. He leaned on the horn after nearly have a fender bender with Mr. Honda’s parked car, the echo waking up all the animals in the neighborhood. When his friend failed to appear instantly he rolled down the window. “Kiki~*~*~* Come on out, ve!” He started pushing on the horn, making some odd beat out of it. We’re gonna be late!”
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Pale-faced and panicked, Kiku scrambled for the door and rushed outside to hush at least one of the annoyances, wincing when he accidentally slammed the door in his haste. Not that it would be audible underneath all the other noises anyway.
Stop honking, you fool! You are the one who is late!
"Feliciano!" Kiku hissed and started flailing his hands in some vague be quiet motion. He put one finger in front of his lips and glanced back at the house, which was still gradually lighting up like a Christmas tree. He moaned inwardly in mortification at the thought of being implicated in the situation and hurriedly dived inside the car.
"J-just drive," he mumbled under his breath. Curtains parted to reveal disapproving faces pressed against the glass, and Kiku slowly sank out of view, slumping into the passenger seat with a mortified expression.
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"There you are Kiki! Come-" he didn't even get to finish. His friend was in the car as the house finished lighting up and a disgruntled man opened the front door, glaring at the red abomination in the driveway.
"Drive? Okay, ve~" Expression lighting up he threw the car in reverse and swung back into the street. Breaks seemed to have no meaning because he didn't even tap them as he yanked the car into drive and peeled down the street, tires burning. The only evidence of the loud man being there was now the night noises, car alarms and a skid mark in the street.
"Sorry I was late, ve! I forgot I had to finish the outfits!" Feliciano looked at his friend, grinning as he swerved dangerously into the wrong lane. "No worries! I'll have us dressed and to the club in no time flat, ve!"
True to his word it seemed they were at the Vargas mansion in minutes. "We moved, ve~ I can't remember if I told you or not..." Shrugging he dragged Kiku from the car and up the stairs, not even shooting a second glance at the ominous man in a black suit just inside the entrance hall.
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Once he had gotten some of his senses back he became acutely aware that someone was watching him. Or more like some people. Every doorway, it seemed, had a very serious looking man in a suit guarding it, and each one of them tipped their sunglasses down to give him a suspicious glare as he passed. Kiku couldn't help but break into a cold, nervous sweat, but even then he still found himself wondering what kind of idiot would wear sunglasses inside the house.
In the middle of the night.
...Feliciano's home was a strange as he was.
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"Just a sec, ve~ I need to find the shoes for my outfit." A few random articles sailed out and made a messy pile on the floor before Feliciano came out triumphantly holding a pair of strappy, break neck heels over his head. Most woman were scared to wear something with a heel that high and he seemed perfectly okay with going out and dancing in them. Someone obviously dropped him on his head when he was little. Maybe those babysitters who were always cross-dressing him.
"Knew I had them here somewhere~*~*" The shoes were tossed onto the bed, bouncing where they hit near the messy pillows. "Your outfits over here, ve!" He appeared in front of Kiku with a broad grin seconds later holding onto a different pair of shoes and a hanger draped with colorful cloth. "I made it myself, ve~ After I got back from Japan! I think it'll fit you very nicely Kiki~"
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"Anou... Feliciano..." he cleared his throat and let it drop, folding his arms across his chest in a slightly defensive stance. "Are you quite sure that this is the outfit you were looking for?" Even for Feliciano's standards, it seemed a bit... odd. The color scheme itself was enough to burn his retinas.
Did all kids dress like this nowadays or was this just typical club attire?
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"I saw tons like it in Japan~ I had to make it more club appropriate though, ve." He grabbed another hanger and did a quick check of the neon bright, clashing colors. A hum of approval and he turned to his friend. "You can use the walk-in to change of you want, ve~ I know Kiki is embarrassed sometimes." He'd assumed only because of how the man flushed whenever he caught Feliciano sans pants at work.
"Hurry up~ We gotta get going A. S. A. P. ve!"
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Slightly apprehensive (and unsure of why he was even trying it on in the first place), he slipped into the closet to change. It seemed to fit comfortably, but that somehow only made him feel worse when he remembered exactly why Feliciano even knew his measurements in the first place.
Why was he always put into situations like this?!
"Feliciano," Kiku stepped out of the closet to take a look in the mirror, absentmindedly picking at the ends of the clothing with the tips of his fingers. "...I am pretty sure this looks like a woman's clothing." He turned slightly to look at the back of the outfit and his face fell even more.
"No, I am absolutely certain it does." He gave the Italian a politely watered-down version of a dirty look. "You are not honestly expecting me to go out into public wearing this, are you?" The only reason he had let Feliciano dress him up last time was because it was in the privacy of indoors.
And because he had sworn to never show anyone the pictures.
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By the time Kiku was out and questioning his own outfit Feliciano was on the bed putting on his heels. With as many straps as they had though, he might be there a while.
"No, no, its clubbing clothes Kiki! I designed them just for you, ve~ <3" He stood, one shoe halfway on and hobbled over and invading the man's space. He fixed the collar and righted a few other parts with the practiced eye of a fashion designer, humming his approval.
"It suits you perfectly, ve! No girl could pull it off better than you do," he smiled and hugged Kiku, looking into the mirror. Their clashing clothes created a sight worthy of bleeding eyes to normal people, they'd fit right in where they were going though.
"And it's not public, just the club, ve!" Humming the Italian hobbled back to the bed and finished putting on his shoes. "We should probably outline your eyes to make them stand out more, ve~ I think Kiki would look cute with kohl around his eyes~"
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Kiku eyed the dangerous looking heels for a moment, severely doubting that Feliciano would be able to even get down the stairs without breaking his neck, and fiddled with his own obnoxiously designed outfit self-consciously. He really didn't trust Feliciano's judgment usually, but he was supposed to be a fashion designer.
It wasn't like Kiku was an expert on "clubbing clothes" himself, either.
However, make-up was where he drew the line. He held up one hand to halt the precariously balanced Italian in his tracks when he loomed closer with what seemed to be his personal make-up kit (which was suspicious, since he was presumably male) and gave him a blank stare.
"I refuse," he stated bluntly, a bead of sweat forming on his brow at the thought. No matter how androgynous these clothes could be considered, eyeliner was definitely for women!
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Reluctantly he put the makeup bag away. After dabbing faint glimmers of shiny white and hot pink shadow on himself and lining his eyes black. And maybe putting on some strawberry lip gloss. You know... from habit. N-not like he would kiss anyone! He was engaged after all.
"Do you have your shoes on right?" Tripping in wedges wasn't really that bad to an experienced heel walker like Feliciano who only stumbled a bit when on carpet. To someone like Kiku though he could twist his ankle from a wrong step, no matter how small the height addition was.
He tucked a thin wallet with money and his ID into his bottoms then went to rifle in his closet for Kiku's pants and extracting the wallet there. Thankfully he'd thought ahead and made an inside pocket for his friend's outfit.
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"I think so..." he mumbled half-heartedly and straightened up with a sigh, nearly toppling over when Feliciano invaded his personal space once again to shove his wallet inside his clothes (what? there was a pocket in there?). Feliciano seemed to take Kiku's mumbling as an ecstatic, "Yeah, totally, let's go!" because, before Kiku even knew it, they were on the move again and he was being shoved through the door.
The bodyguards were wearing visible smirks at Kiku's distress as Feliciano dragged him down the hall again. Whereas last time it had been somewhat helpful, now it was downright impossible to keep up with him without tripping over his own feet and nearly dragging Feliciano down with him every time. Feliciano had seemed to think it was "cute" but Kiku couldn't find anything moe in the situation at all.
By the time they made it to the car Kiku was irritable, out of breath, and his knees hurt like hell. It was only when he remembered his earlier experience in the car that he quickly scrambled to put on his seatbelt before Feliciano could peel out of the driveway.
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Obviously the 'Oh shit!' handle was a passengers' haven. And maybe a barf bag. And anxiety pills.
Feliciano rolled down the window, singing happily in his native tongue as they clipped corners, just barely missed pedestrians again, some on the sidewalk and ran red lights. One could only be thankful it was nearing the dead of night when few people drove.
The Ferrari screeched to a halt in a parking spot outside the nightclub. Older and still popular for all of Liberty's partying citizens. Tonight just happened to be one of the 'Gay Nights' many clubs boasted, welcoming all people of any sexual persuasion to dance and drink the night away. Not that Feliciano was going to let Kiku know. A gay man open minded person was just what his terribly shy friend needed.
"Get your ID out Kiki, ve~" He slipped out of the car, the tires still smoking slightly, and moved to the other side to tug him along. They skipped past the line and simply walked up to the entrance where Feliciano traded a hug and few words with the bouncer on duty. The large, scary-as-hell man laughed at something the Italian said, ruffled his hair and shooed both cross-dressing males past much to the dislike of those waiting in line.
First order of the night was to get some drinks.
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