Walking into the host club, one notices, is always half the fun. A different authentic theme each day, ideas going from crazy to strange to cute in the course of a week. So why did you find it strange when you walked in and found a 1960's American theme? The host's all dressed like they never heard of matching clothes, though some more enthusiastically than others.

"…why did you show them Hairspray Haruhi?"

"I didn't think they would take it this far!" the gender-confused girl looked like she wanted to be anywhere but here at the moment. You didn't blame her.

Lucky you, you were the maid. No crazy outfits for-

"Your costume is in the changing room, hurry up." Kyoya smirked. Damn bastard, he must be able to read minds.

You muttered curses under your breath when you found that disgustingly horrid poodle pink skirt. You were going to kill that man.

-THE HOST CLUB IS OPEN FOR BUSINESS-

Girls loved it. How, you have no idea. But they did, and it made Kyoya a very happy man. Because happy customers equals more money. And more money meant a happy Kyoya.

"My darling, your smile makes my heart skip a beat~"

"OH TAMAKI, HAVE MY KIDS!"

"…" you immediately turned away, honestly embarrassed for the girl, though you couldn't help but laugh. "D-Does anyone need any refills?" you had to compose yourself before you trusted yourself to speak. Tamaki's shocked look almost made you lose it again.

"No thank you [Name], but I love your skirt!" The same girl squealed, and your face paled. So she was just crazy. Cool.

"Oh [Name], go sit down for a bit. We have a treat for everyone." You heard Kyoya speak up, and everybody got quiet. Tamaki looked excited for some reason.

"Oh yeah! I'm going to sing!" Instantly the girls screamed, a little too excited. You felt your eye twitch.

"Great…"

-SINGING TIEM :D-

Your seat was at Kyoya's table, since all the girls decided to take the rest of the seats to be as close to Tamaki as they could, seeing that the dancers had to have room (rich bastards...) and that was the only open seat left. The soft taps of his fingers hitting the keys was the only thing that was exchanged between the two of you while Tamaki got ready.

"Okay! This is for all you ladies out there~" he winked, and his audience replied heartily. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Kyoya smirk.

'What's he up to?'

Though when that familiar beat pounded through the (expensive, no doubt) band's speakers, you knew.

"Hey little girl with the cash to burn, I'm selling something you won't return!"

You stared at Kyoya, making him chuckle. "Hey, it fits."

"-I'm the ladies choice!"