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

May 16, 2010 12:52

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... )

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loves_pasta May 16 2010, 20:15:47 UTC

The time had gotten away from him again. Feliciano had forgotten a few things he had to do at work and then remembered he hadn’t exactly finished Kiku’s outfit just yet. Meaning some sewing, looking for fabric and them freaking out when he couldn’t find the matching shoes he’d sent forever one (they were under his bed for some reason). By the time he finished it was an hour and 50 minutes after the time he said he’d pick his Japanese friend up.

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 ( ... )

Oh God That Poor Raccoon (;A;) moe_moe_desu May 18 2010, 00:03:54 UTC

Kiku had actually been waiting in the dark so as to not be rude and wake up his visiting relatives (actually, Grandpa was sleeping in his room so Kiku was relocated to the living room in the first place), but soon the lights in the house started flickering on one by one as a cacophony of barking, car alarms, and Feliciano's own brand of auditory mayhem effectively disrupted the peaceful atmosphere of the normally quiet Oriental neighborhood.

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 ( ... )

Hey, at least he didn't /HIT/ it. loves_pasta May 18 2010, 00:31:33 UTC

Had social ques been a class he would have failed it as well. Spectacularly mind you. Head tilted, Feliciano couldn't make heads or tails of Kiku's flailing arms, pale face and obvious, to anyone who wasn't an idiotic Italian, distress. Thankfully in his confusion he let off the horn and leaned even further out the window, squinting ( ... )

I Wanna Go Home Already (T~T) moe_moe_desu May 18 2010, 00:45:31 UTC

Kiku ought to have known better than to encourage Feliciano's dangerous habit of driving over the speed limit and down the opposite lanes. There wasn't even enough time to properly buckle himself down to the seat so he was forced to grab the handle above the window for dear life instead. By the end of their terrifyingly short trip his knuckles were white and colorless from holding onto it to so tightly. If Feliciano hadn't been there to forcibly drag him away from the car, he probably wouldn't have been able to even make it up the stairs by himself.

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 ( ... )

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DO YOU THINK I'LL FALL FOR THAT SCHEME TWICE (Also, open thread starts here~!) moe_moe_desu May 19 2010, 03:10:37 UTC

Teetering Walking into the club, Kiku was immediately struck with the most horrible sensation of Deja Vu. The terrible American music, the shameful depravity of the dancers, the obnoxious smell of smoke and alcohol. Yes, he was definitely in this place again. Oddly enough, he didn't even notice that most of the "shameless" couples were the same gender.

Almost at once he saw Feliciano making a beeline for the bar and he quickly placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him. Or at least catch his attention.

"Are you sure you ought to be drinking? You are driving home tonight, are you not?" Kiku asked incredulously, a mildly disapproving expression tugging at his lips. There was no way he was letting Feliciano make a fool out of them this time.

AH BUT YOU WILL~*~*~ AND COME MY BRETHEN LETS GET DRUNK AND SHAKE HIPS~*~*~* loves_pasta May 19 2010, 20:32:35 UTC

Feliciano paused, looking over his shoulder with a quirked brow, foot tapping impatiently. He pouted at the question and simply shook his head.

“Kiki it’s no fun if you don’t have at least one!” He shrugged his shoulder and took another step towards the bar. “Besides I’ll only have one or two fruity ones, ve~ I’ll be fine by the time we leave.” If he could show restraint at least the plan was a good one. Then again the Italian wasn’t really known for restraint in anything, least of all food and drink.

Grinning as if nothing could go wrong he gently tugged his friend to the bar and found two free stools. “We’ll stay here a while, ve~” He grinned then leaned over the bar to call the bartender over. “Two Lemon Drop Martinis, please, ve!” His grin seemed to widen as the bartender nodded then moved off.

“There’s barely anything in them, I swear~” He promised his friend, swinging his legs and looking around the club. His grin faltered and he turned his attention back to the bar top. He sort of wished Ludwig would come out with him like

SO YOU ADMIT THAT IT WAS A SCHEME? DAMN YOOOOU LDM! moe_moe_desu May 20 2010, 00:57:43 UTC

Kiku sat down on the stool next to Feliciano, just to humor him. That, and because it hurt to stand. How could anyone walk in shoes like these!? He already planned on staying sober for the night because he knew that- between the two of them- Feliciano had very little instincts of self-preservation. Actually, compared to just about anyone, Feliciano seemed to care very little for his health or safety.

At least he hadn't tried ordering any lewdly strangely named drinks this time. The bartender put the glasses in front of them and Kiku picked his up to look polite, pretending to take a sip of it to placate his colleague's whining.

Actually... A gentle lemon scent wafted up to his nose, slightly sweet and tangy. He never had a soft spot for lemonade before, but it did smell quite nice.

Maybe... one sip couldn't hurt ( ... )

I NEVER SAID SUCH WORDS. DAMN YOUR LOW TOLERANCE YOU MEAN! loves_pasta May 20 2010, 03:49:28 UTC

Feliciano idly poked the mixed drink, still frowning slightly. Their date hadn't gone as well as he planned, Ludwig still had a habit of ignoring him and the wedding was growing closer still. He now knew why some brides went insane, this planning was torture all alone. A double wedding to boot, with no help from the other three wa starting to wear him down ( ... )

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Hope you don't mind~~ salylimon May 21 2010, 05:58:08 UTC

Clubbing on a Sunday had never been something Emi would normally do. Friday's and Saturday's? Yeah, she could do that. But clubbing on a Sunday was never really a good thing for her - mostly because she often had school and work to deal with the next day and she would rather get some sleep in before facing the joys of life the following morning ( ... )

So a lesbian walks into a bar several thousand words later... sapphicfragment May 21 2010, 07:11:58 UTC

Strapped stilletoes, pointed to kill.

Strapless red dress, poised to thrill.

Dark curls set in a massive wave about sleek, sloped shoulders wild enough to strangle any who dare stepped close. Offsetting tanned skin that glowed under gaudy florescents and promised poison, pure poison. Her eyes glittered, blackened, hard, predatorial. Swept the writhing masses, a tidal wave- there and gone before they could realize the danger of an impending storm.

She was Atthis and this 'club', this venue of vice and rhythm-
Was her domain tonight ( ... )

HELLO AWKWARD MEETING, HOW DO YOU DO? loves_pasta May 21 2010, 16:40:55 UTC

“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 ( ... )