Acquaintances Chapter 1: Battle with the Bouncer, a gundam wing/ac fanfic

Author: Peenya Kowlada.

Disclaimer: Do you seriously think some one who named themselves after a drink in Jamba Juice, a place for smoothies, would have the creativity to create something as complex and interesting as Gundam Wing? Oh and I don't own Gucci or Jamba Juice, McDonalds, Charlie Brown... If I did, I wouldn't be writing some Internet fan fiction, ne?

Warnings: Men getting knocked out, mild profanity, suggestive dialogue…nothing new…all the stuff you see in rated G movies.

Summary: "Ma'am, we do not allow whores at our club." Whore? He did not just call her a whore! 'Don't make me take my earrings off!' 'Err, Relena, your not wearing earrings…'

Notes: I am particularly fond of this chapter, being that first chapters aren't usually the best of them. Reference at the end. Please enjoy and leave plenty of reviews! Thank-Yuz! That's sounds so chirpy…

Acquaintances Ch. 1: Battle with the Bouncer By: Peenya Kowlada

Today was just another long day of work. No she didn't work as a secretary for some lawyer that ended up with a hot, steamy, passionate affair. She was much more dull than that. She worked at well…a smoothie shop.

'Not an unknown one though!' Relena thought to herself. She worked at the well-known, well-appreciated Jamba Juice.1

To her, and probably anyone else, she was just an ordinary looking girl. She had honey-blonde hair that reached the middle of her back, blue-green eyes, a nicely formed nose, and pouty lips. Relena wasn't a perfectly shaped woman, with a gorgeous face and body that guys would love to ravish. She was a, somewhat closer to thin, normal sized girl, (About a size 5/6) reaching about 5'5". She wasn't too busty, but she could fill her bra! She was dressed in a pale yellow shirt, black pants, and a peach visor and apron, both sporting the Jamba Juice logo.

In short, Relena was the type of woman you'd probably see 10 of every time you went out in Beverly Hills. Not the kind that guys turned their heads to see, but simply ordinary.

This Relena was waiting at the counter of Jamba Juice for her shift to be over. She was very bored, reason being that where she worked wasn't exactly the essence of excitement. There wasn't very much hope of a cute college guy waltzing in and asking for her phone number. No. Not where she worked.

The range of people she got were smoothie hungry office workers, who were too old for her, that constantly said things like "My lunch hour is only an hour, lunch hour, as in ONE hour!" and "You put too much caribbean! I prefer more passion goddammit! I should report you!" To stupid thin girls who were hungry but didn't want to mess up their figure by getting a burger or some other normal meal, saying things like "Yeah, like, um how many like, um calories is in the like, um, banana berry-ful one?" when they just came yesterday and ordered the exact same thing. You'd think they'd have remembered it by now but no.

"You sure look happy to be here," was the sarcastic comment that knocked Relena out of her thoughts.

It was Hilde, another employee of the wonderful Jamba Juice. She was a petite girl of 5'2" with short black hair that was usually spiked. She was dressed the same as Relena, in what could be considered the Jamba Juice uniform. She had deep midnight blue eyes placed on a cute face, and was smiling at her friend Relena with amusement.

"I know, I know, it's just that I'm so bored. I know I should be glad to have a job and all to pay for our apartment, but I don't think I can live like this! It's like some one wants me to suffer! What have I ever done to the world? I swear I'm—"

"Whoa, whoa! Calm down girl! We get off in half an hour. Can you wait that long?" said Hilde. She wasn't usually used to Relena's 'emotional outbursts,' as she called them, because Relena was usually brimming with optimism and excitement. She hardly ever expressed negative feelings toward anything, and when she did, it was filled, enlarged, and finally, exploded.

"I'm not so sure that I can Hilde! I don't think I can stand looking at those stupid walls anymore!!" Jamba juice was, basically, a small room, with an orange tiled floor, and peach-coloured walls. There were posters of fruit every so often, 2 tables thrown into the corner of the room, edged with tall stools on the opposite sides. The glass doors were opposite of the long, wooden counter that furnished various healthy and low-fat snacks and bright coloured cups to buy. On the far side of the counter was the cash register situated right in front of Relena. Behind her were several blenders placed on a table, and a door, which led to a storage room containing various sliced fruits, fruit juices and sherberts. Above the door, spreading across the whole back wall was a bright yellow menu sporting all of the different flavors and such to choose from.

"Oh come on Relena! At least it's bright, and not depressing, like McDonalds," offered Hilde. Whenever she had to go into McDonalds, she always got dpressed from the colours, the greasy counters and tables, and the screaming children.

"They did it on purpose didn't they? Set the counter directly opposite of the glass door so we can see the life we're missing out side of here! They're sadists! Or is it masochists? I can never tell the difference…"

"I think your overreacting a bit Lena."

"I am not overreacting! They want us to suffer! Just sit here, no noise at all except for the traffic going on outside, making us wish we were apart of that traffic! They're evil, Hilde! Evil I tell you!"

Just then, two guys entered. One was clad in black jeans, a black, long sleeve, turtle-neck shirt, and black shoes with long brown hair pulled black in a braid. He had very bright and joyful violet eyes, contradicting his black ensemble. The other was dressed in loose blue jeans, and a fitted green shirt. He had bored looking cerulean eyes and short, messy brown hair. Both were very attractive, and looked young enough for both Relena and Hilde.

They then approached the counter and immediately looked up, searching the menu for something that sounded appealing. Relena was slightly panting from her rant, but no longer looked as though she were ready to jump over the counter, out the door, and onto the sidewalk yelling 'Freedom! Freedom at last'

"Could I get a mango-a-go-go?" said the guy dressed in all black.

"Would you like a boost?" asked Relena.

"Err…no, those things are disgusting."

"Anything for you?" asked Relena looking at the other customer.

"Peach Pleasure."

"Boost?"

"High."

"Okay, that'll be," she started punching keys on the register, "$8.45."

The one dressed in black handed her a ten, Relena handed him his change, said, "One moment please," and disappeared into the storage room along with Hilde.

Once the guy in black was sure they were gone and couldn't hear, he immediately turned to his companion in the green shirt.

"You were so flirting with her you sly dog, you!" said the guy in black with a knowing wink.

"What are you going on about now, Duo?"

"You know what I'm 'going on' about! Peach Pleasure! High Boost! Don't think I don't think you see the endless meanings?" yelled the guy in black, now labeled as Duo, incredulously.

"Err…No?" What was that braided baka going on about now? If it wasn't one thing it was another!

"Ahem. Pleasure. As in 'Oh Heero, don't stop,' pleasure! High as in, 'Higher speed Hee-baby!' Jeeze, Heero, you have a girlfriend!" At this, the guy in the green shirt, or rather, Heero, was flabbergasted. Why would he have some sort of hidden meaning in a smoothie order like that?

"You know that wasn't what I meant Duo," said Heero with a cold look, although there was a slight blush gracing his cheeks, "And don't ever say 'you sly dog' again. It makes you sound 50."

Elsewhere a different conversation was carrying on.

"Oh God oh God oh God oh God Oh God!" was all that came from Relena's mouth.

"Will you stop it with that already? I know they were hot but god Relena!" Hilde was getting frustrated with Relena's antics. It's not like she'd never seen a hot guy before, right?

"Hey! If you can say god I can too! And it's not that they're so hot I can't speak but, this is the moment I've been waiting for every since I got this job for those masochists!" Relena's eyes were glazed over with anticipation. Maybe one of them would ask for her phone number, like in some teeny-bopper movie with surfboards and ditzy blondes and people who said stuff like, "Yeah, dude."

"Relena," started Hilde, "I'm getting signals. Something's telling me that if they don't ask you out you'll be crushed. Do not get your hopes up. For all we know they have girlfriends. Hell, 10 girlfriends with those looks!"

"I know. I have to be calm, and serene and peaceful. Think deserted beach Lena…warm sand on back…soothing waves…"

Hilde sighed shook her head. Her blonde friend was hopeless.

"I'm gonna go out there and BE an Audrey Hepburn movie!" announced Relena, "I am an Audrey Hepburn movie, I am an Audrey Hepburn movie," she started mumbling to herself.

"You do realize you're suppose to come out with their smoothies, right?"

"Oh, right. What did they order again?"

This was replied to with another sigh.

Back in front of the counter Duo was pestering his friend with his stupid observations.

"The one with the spiked hair was definitely checking me out. You saw her, didn't you Heero?"

"No."

"Well, I could tell you were feelin' the blonde."

"No."

"Do you want me to give you all of the money in my bank account?"

"No-er-wait! I mean-yes!"

"Oh well. I only had about a couple of dollars in there anyway."

Relena and Hilde then came out, Relena holding two cups and wearing what would be called a 'sexy' smile.

"Here are your drinks…?"

"Duo," replied Duo, "And Heero. Thanks."

And that was it. They just walked out, not bothering to ask for a number, name…sex... And because of that, Relena was livid.

"I can't believe it. They didn't even ask for our names!" said Relena with indignation. She wore her special, sexy, smile for them!

"I didn't think they would Lena. Something about them, especially the one with the braid, struck me as the type who have girls chase after them, rather than have themselves get off of their well toned-buns and chase after girls," said Hilde indifferently, "But I would suck your toe before I went chasing after a guy!"

"Why were you checking out their buns?"

"Err…"

"And are you trying to say my toe is gross?"

"What? No! Of course not! The act of sucking a toe at all is disgusting in itself is what I meant, Lena!"

"No that is not what you meant! You're giving me a hint that my toes are disgusting!" said Relena. She'd never been so insulted in her life, except when that one girl asked if she was a bleach blonde, but she didn't count because she was most obviously dense, even if she did get an A in calculus…

"Oh good grief! I do not think your toes are disgusting Li-Li. But on a different note, I heard this awesome new club was opening tonight. Wanna come? If you do I won't suck your toe, but I'll give you a pedicure," said Hilde. She always loved to go to club openings, but Relena wasn't quite into that, so she didn't go too often. But she could tell her friend was feeling sort of hurt because not one of those two jerks asked her out, and it was a blow to her ego and pride. 'This is the reason why so many girls of these days are insecure and getting liposuction,' thought Hilde, 'But hopefully someone'll be interested in her at this new club for singles, and if not we could just hang out and have fun.'

"Sure! I'll come. I wanna go and have fun, just to spite those sadists of Jamba Juice!" said Relena.

"Err…right.

"And Hilde…"

"Yes?"

"Stop copying Charlie Brown you jocker.2"

Relena was filled up and practically overflowing with excitement. She loved going to clubs! They were the essence of young, almost out of college, life!

She wanted to look sexy and attract some sort of guy tonight! Okay, maybe not some sort of guy, but a cute, nice, sweet, caring one who would make the perfect boyfriend and possible life mate that would give her money and things. Her hair was in an elegant ponytail at the crown of her head, her hair parted on the side so honey locks flopped over her left eye. She was wearing a tight, black, stretch silk halter dress, which crossed at her neck, leaving a healthy amount of cleavage viewable. On her arms were silken black gloves that went up ¾ of her arm. Her feet were delicately placed in back leather pumps, brass dots lining around the 4.1-inch heel, and the edge of the shoe where the balls of her feet would be. Normally shoes aren't really noticed, but these cost $550, so they had better well be noticed! Her whole outfit was courtesy of Gucci.3

She may not have been able to breathe, but she looked damn fine if she did say so herself! Which she did!

"I look damn fine don't I Hilde?"

"Sure do Lena!" said Hilde. Hilde's hair was out of their usual spikes, and was hanging down, part on the side so that it flopped over her right eye. She was wearing a Gucci black oil stretch, silk satin, runched back dress with a corset. It went slightly above her knees, and had sleeves that went halfway down her forearms. On her feet were mid-heel black leather boots with brass dots triangulating the 3-inch heel, and a pointed toe. These had damn well better be noticed too being that they cost $640!4

"I know, huh?" was Relena's reply.

"…Actually, that was the part where you said 'You look great too Hilde! Almost better than myself!'"

"Oh? Well, you look great Hilde!"

"Ahem."

"What?"

"'Almost better than myself…?'"

"But that's not true. So why would I say it?" At this, Hilde sighed for a third time that day, but decided to ignore her obviously blind friend. She had to be blind to think she looked better than herself. She was Hilde! The princess of the petite Amazons!

"You know, what we're wearing is better suited for the runway or a candlelight dinner instead of some fancy club where some guy is bound to spill a martini or something on it."

"You know what, I think your right. But hey, this is the closest we'll ever get to one. Anyway, I wanna hurry up and get to that club and shake my groove thing before I pop outta my dress. Let's do hurry and do our before-the-party-ritual."

What Relena was referring to was one of the 'rituals' that she in Hilde did before they went out somewhere to look for guys. Basically, they danced around to the well-known 80's tune, My Sharona.5

Oo my little pretty one, pretty one

When you gonna give me some time , Sharona ?

"When you get some new pick-up lines!" was Hilde's reply.

Oo you make my motor run, my motor run

Gun it coming off of the line , Sharona!

"Make my motor run? Coming off the line. That sounds so kinky!"

"Hilde! That's so gross!"

Never gonna stop , give it up, such a dirty mind

I always get it up with a touch of the younger kind

My-ee ey-ee by-ee ahee ah woo!

Ma ma ma my Sharona!

"I've always wondered if he was like, a pedophile. Younger kind? Hff."

Come a little closer , over here

Close enough to look in my eyes , Sharona

"Do you think Sharona had blue-green eyes like me?"

"Shaddup Lena!"

Keep a little mystery , kissin' me

Runnin' down the length of my thigh , Sharona

Never gonna stop , give it up, such a dirty mind

I always get it up from a touch of the younger kind

"My-ee ey-ee by-ee ahee ah woo!"

"Ma ma ma my Sharona!"

Is it just a matter of time , Sharona

Is it a destiny , a destiny

Or is it just a game in my mind , Sharona?

"Hey Hilde?"

"Yeah Lena?"

"Do you think finding the right person is a part of destiny?"

"…I think so."

"How could you tell?"

"I dunno. I think you'd probably just know, you know?"

"Yeah…Sharona."

"That's got to be the worst name in the world."

"Nah. Mary-Suebeth is."

(AN: No offense to anyone whose name is Mary-Suebeth or Sharona! Hilde and Relena are just dumb!)

I always get it up from a touch of the younger kind

My-ee ey-ee by-ee ahee ah woo!

Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma

Myee ey-ee by-ee ahee ah woo!

Ma ma ma my Sharona

Ooooh my Sharona!

"Are you ready to shake your groove thing?"

Relena and Hilde both stepped out of a taxi, right outside of the new singles club, the Buddha Lounge, sporting handbags still filled with money, even after (wrongfully) paying the taxi the extremely high fee. (They didn't bring a car so that if they met someone, that someone would have to take them home and then not have an excuse for not visiting. Always best to think ahead.) There was a rather long entrance line of about 30 people outside.

"Aw, man! Now we're gonna have to give the bouncer our phone numbers!" said Relena with an impatient stomp of her foot.

"Em, did it ever occur to you that we could just wait in line?" asked Hilde, crossing her arms across her chest with the raise of an eyebrow.

"What? I've got about an hour or two before I'll have to breathe again, and I am not spending half of that time waiting in a line!" and she walked right up to the front of the line, towards the bouncer, a determined look on her face.

The bouncer was a large man, probably about 6'4", very built, wearing black pants, a black shirt, and a leather jacket.

At the moment, he was talking to a girl, with bleach blonde hair, very big breasts, and a lot of make up.

"I said it once and I'll say it again. We do not allow hookers in our bar! Now move!"

"I said it once and I'll say it again! I am not a goddamned hooker, now let me in before I bitch-slap you!"

"Hooker, whore, ho', prostitute, mistress… I DON'T CARE! Your type of people are not allowed in here!"

The girl scoffed and walked moodily away.

"You think he'll let us in? He seems pretty strict," asked Hilde.

"Of course he will. Hookers don't wear Gucci." Relena once again placed a determined look on her face, and meaningfully walked towards the bouncer.

"Oh good lord, not another one…" the bouncer said with an exasperated sigh.

"What?" screeched Relena. She knew he was not calling her some cheap whore!

"We don't allow whores in our club ma'am," said the bouncer with a glare. He's already spent about 15 minutes with that other blonde, and he did not feel like dealing with another one.

"You had better not mean me! Don't make me take my earrings off!"

"Err, Relena, your not wearing earrings…"

"Shaddup Hilde! Now I know you did not just call me a whore!" said Relena with a threatening look in her eye, a hand on her hip, the other hand clenched in anger. NO ONE called her, Relena Marina Dorlander a whore!

"You heard me. WE. DO. NOT. ALLOW. HO'S. IN. OUR. CLUB," he said slowly. This conversation was getting old.

"Ahem. WHORES do not wear authentic Gucci on their feet, and unless you'd like to see them up close, as in in your jaw, I suggest you let me, and my short friend in!"

"Hey! I resent that!"

"Hilde, please, I'm trying to prove a point."

"Oh, so you think you can take me on, eh blondey?" said the bouncer, his voice full of intimidation.

"I sure as hell do, you jigalo!6" was the last sentence uttered from Relena, before she promptly punched the bouncer in his jaw, effectively rendering him unconscious.

"And no nails broken! Now what?" was Relena's cry of victory as she did her happy dance, before abruptly stopping, realizing that she was in public.

The line of people waiting for entrance immediately erupted in applause (and laughter, that was some happy dance!) while Relena modestly bowed. She knew that was awesome, she didn't need applause.

"RELENA! Your not usually so aggressive, what is up with you?" asked Hilde, genuinely worried for her friend. Relena was a nice girl. The girl just arguing with the bouncer was most definitely not a nice girl. Psychotically violent, maybe, but most definitely NOT nice.

"I don't know. Maybe lack of oxygen to the brain affects the way you handle things, ne?"

"…Maybe…" said Hilde thoughtfully.

As Hilde and Relena walked in, they were awestruck at how nice the interior was. There were two floors, both white, littered with black and abstract shapes, surrounded by black walls with white abstract shapes. The top floor was reserved for dancing, the bottom contained the bar and restaurant. The lighting was dim, but it was bright enough to notice other people and their features

"That girl is so wearing those shoes I saw through the window at the Thrift Shop."

"Relena, that's mean. She might not have all of the money we do to throw away on shoes."

"Oh my god! Is that guy doing the locomotion? HAHA!"

"Whatever, come on let's go."

Hilde headed toward the stairs, leading to the dance floor, while Relena started to head towards the bar.

"Awwwl, your not gonna dance with me Lena?" asked Hilde, with a hopeful face. Dancing alone was not fun.

"Not quite yet. I want to visit the bar first, so incase anyone who does happen to notice my dancing can blame it on the alcohol.

"Oh, okay, well I'll see you up there. I'll try and stay near the stairs so I can find you easily, mmkay?"

"Okay, well, meet you up there," said Relena with a wave as she watched her friend walk away.

Relena headed to the bar, a long black table with a white counter top, tall with stools evenly spread across the side, some empty, others occupied by other nameless partygoers. She headed towards and empty stool near the center of the table, the bartender immediately approached her.

"What would you like?" he asked, looking pointedly at her. The bartender was an attractive man, probably about 25 or 26, with short black hair, and piercing blue eyes. He had a pale complexion, not pasty, but in a nice way.

"Err…margarita…on the rocks?" Relena was never one really for alcohol, and wasn't too sure what either of the phrases meant, but had seen Hilde do it and figured she might as well try it, being that after a glass or so Hilde was still sober. Well, as sober as Hilde could get.

"Comin' right up," he said with a smile, showing pearly white teeth.

A few stools and people down, 2 young men, both wearing all black were conversing.

"And then, the girl upper-cut his ass and knocked him OUT!" said one of them, wearing a long braid.

"Duo, as exciting as that sounds, I really do not believe some blonde chick in Gucci heels, knocked out a bouncer. He was up and well when I came."

"It must've been a different one Heero! I swear, and then she did this really goofy dance and everyone clapped!" said Duo, his eyes earnest. The one time he was telling the truth no one wanted to believe him.

"Duo, I think you should forget whatever you saw, go find something to do, and leave me alone. I'm in a bad mood," said Heero with a glare.

"Oh fine. I'm off to dance the night away."

"You do that," was all Heero said before Duo was off, heading towards the stairs, leading to the dance floor.

Heero continued sipping on his dry martini, a dark look in his eyes. He was feeling really upset because his girlfriend of 4 and a half years, Sylvia Noventa, was cheating on him with some old guy. Probably to be her sugar daddy. But he, Heero, was supposed to be her sugar daddy. Not some old guy who could be her grandpa.

He and Duo were walking down the street, sipping their smoothies, after having came from Jamba Juice, when Heero spotted Sylvia. She looked anxious and was looking around urgently as though she was supposed to meet some one.

Heero was pretty sure that some one was not him (if it was his cell phone would have been ringing up a storm), and thought she was just waiting for one of her friends, when a guy of about 50 walked up to her and she smiled, hugged him, and placed a quick peck on his lips. They then proceeded to walk down the street, opposite of where he and Duo were coming from.

Heero was pretty sure the guy was indeed not her father because fathers do not take the time to squeeze their daughter's asses in greeting.

Heero was pretty pissed and was about to say he wanted to go home when Duo asked him to come to Buddha Lounge, a new singles club, since he was going to be single by the next day, anywho. He reluctantly agreed and here he was now. Sitting on a stool, at a bar, sipping a dry martini, while trying to get Sylvia and Duo's stupid story about a blonde chick in Gucci heels out of is head.

"Here's you margarita, on the rocks" said the bartender somewhere near Heero's right.

He looked that way and was surprised to see that girl from Jamba Juice there, handing the bartender a bill. For a split second, he saw Sylvia, the same way she looked when she was out at bar with him. His chest constricted with pain and he forced himself to look away. He figured he might as well go find Duo on the dance floor, as he didn't feel as though he could be there at the club any longer.

To get to the stairs, he had to walk past the Sylvia-look-alike, so he got up and headed in her direction.

Relena took a sip and immediately cringed at the sour taste of the alcohol mixing with the salty edge of the cup. She immediately put the cup down out of disgust, and got up to find Hilde, when she slammed into something hard, and felt cool liquid seep through her dress.

"Oh. My. God." Was all that would come out of Relena's mouth.

"Sorry," was Heero's gruff reply. He did not feel like listening to some girl rant about the bad manners of people of these days.

"You spilt martini all over my over 4,000 dollar Gucci dress!" screeched Relena, as the nearing people in the area evacuated.

They did not want to see what a bloody pulp of unlucky guy looked like.

AN: And that's the end. I think I may have gone overboard with the talk about clothes and shoes. I'm sorry. I'm obsessed. Review for the next chapter when we see Heero get beat up by a girl in heels! ^.^

1. Jamba Juice – A smoothie shop found all over Los Angeles, and Beverly Hills, and other places too. Their really popular out where I live. Also, there are different sorts of 'boosts,' where they add extra vitamins and such for those health freaks.

2. Jocker – Form of slang commonly used. For example, when you go 'Golly Wolly, we're going to be late,' and the next day some one says it, you go 'JOCKER!' Basically means copy-cat, only not so kindergarten sounding.

3. Hehe. The dress and shoes are actually real and on Gucci.com! This was what shoes and dress Relena was wearing. Also, Relena has more boobs that that.

http :// www. geocities. com/ doggoruffruff/ relenasguccishoe.jpg

http :// www. geocities. com/ doggoruffruff/ relenasguccidress.jpg

4. Hilde's dress and shoes. And no, that was not her hair style.

http :// www. geocities. com/ doggoruffruff/ hildegucciboot.jpg

http :// www. geocities. com/ doggoruffruff/ hildesguccidress.jpg

*DO NOT PUT THE SPACES IN THE URL.

5. My Sharona – That awesome 80's song I heard while I was watching 'The 80's Strikes Back,' on VHI. It's a really cool song that'll stick with you if you hear it once.

6. Jigalo – Err, a male prostitute. Hey! Girls gotta have something to call guys besides 'bastard!' If you've seen Bruce Bigalo, Male Jigalo with Rob Schnieder, you'll really know I'm not just speaking jibberish.