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

[moe_moe_desu]

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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HELLO AWKWARD MEETING, HOW DO YOU DO?

[loves_pasta]

“Ah, wait, ve! I only-” Feliciano pouted when the bartender moved away after placing their drinks down. How did one martini mean another round? The music had probably been too loud. This might be bad. He looked at his friend, biting strawberry tinted with lemon lips and grabbing his own glass. If he remembered right Kiku could barely stand after a few weak cosmopolitans, how would he react to high proof vodka?

Standing, he drained the drink in one long swig. Money was slipped from his wallet, a small wad of bills placed between the finished glasses. He’d been to various clubs and bars since before his twenty-first year, he could calculate the cost of drinks plus tip better than most people could do their taxes.

“Let’s go then Kiki, ve~” The beat was calling, pulsing, its familiar heat and rhythm promising an escape from the thoughts of an ignoring fiancé and a messed up family. They looped arms, the Italian’s imported stilettos clicking on the floor as he lead his stumbling friend slowly to the dance floor, feeling a touch giddy himself. Maybe he should have given him smaller heels? Oh well so long as he didn’t-

“Ah Kiki!” Apparently the other had decided to gather courage and approach someone… or he tripped. Whatever happened they were steps from a group of women, one of them moving slightly closer to the bar, when Kiku stumbled into her arms. “Are you both okay, ve?!”