So, a Japanese and an Italian Walk Into a Bar...

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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

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Too bad~*~*~* ^3^

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"Buonasera Rodrigo~" Feliciano chirped, waving to the man standing guard near his own door. Again glasses were tilted and the nervous Japanese man was pinned with a glare. Seemingly ignorant he busted into his own room and slammed the door behind them. Kiku was ditched in favor of the closet, left to his own devices near the bed.

"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~"

I Am Not Wearing That

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Kiku stared at the clothes for a long moment, the expression on his face mildly bewildered and slightly afraid. His eyes flickered up to Feliciano's expectant smile, then back to the hanger. Hesitantly, he reached out to pinch some of the material between his fingers and rubbed it between his fingers curiously.

"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?

That or Red Leather Micro-Mini. Pick.

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"Huh?" He looked at the outfits trim and horribly slightly clashing colors, seeing nothing wrong with it. A bit more out there perhaps than what he saw in Japan but this was America! You had to go big or go home. "Of course this was what I was looking for, ve. I just finished it before I got you." He thrust it against Kiku's chest, not even caring if he had a proper hold on it before moving away.

"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!"

MY CHASTITY ;A;

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Kiku was a little skeptical about what parts of Japan Feliciano had frequented during his trip, but it did seem to resemble a kimono in a very, very distant way. And he wore a yukata in the summer, usually, so that made wearing this... thing alright, right?

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.

IS DED >:D

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After making sure Kiku was safely in the closet Feliciano stripped. After struggling with the first part of his outfit and nearly falling over, twice, he managed to get it on properly, the rest of his clothes following... If you could call what he was wearing clothes that is.

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~"

M-MY DIGNITY-?!

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Feliciano's dictionary seemed to be from an alien planet if he considered "public" and "club" to be two different realms. The club was outside the home and filled with strangers who could judge you with dirty looks, which, to Kiku, accurately described all the criteria for a public institution.

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!

ONLY A FEW SCRAPS ARE SALVAGEABLE.

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The hand holding the kohl dropped and so did Feliciano's grin. Pouting he waved the stick in front of Kiku's face. "It's only kohl, ve! It's not eye shadow or lipstick Kiki!" A few minutes of whining yielded no results besides a threat to leave.

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.

I SEE FORESHADOWING, YOU SLY DOG

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Kiku leaned against the wall and tugged at the straps of the oddly shaped shoes Feliciano had forced on him. They looked as gaudy as the rest of the clothes he was wearing, but at least they weren't stilettos. He couldn't really argue with that.

"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.

KEKEKEKE~

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People who drove with the Italian on a regular basis few were stupid enough to do so knew to buckle in as soon as they were inside, preferably sooner than the driver. Kiku's belt had clicked in place just in time. The second after, the car was in reverse, burning yet another mark into the riddled driveway as the car swung around 180 degrees. The poor gear shift was abused further, slammed into drive. A guardsman at the end of the driveway had to dive into the bushes as the car swerved from the path and jumped the curb. Tires squealed as they shot to their destination.

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.