Fidgel sighed, taking a drink.

It had been TOO long since he's gone out to do something. And of all places...

It had to be this one. The lights were dim (easier on the eyes, at least), there wasn't any sort of music (Odd), and the area REEKED of leftover hormones.

Funny, he thought with a laugh, It usually smells of desperation. Then again, there was a sign that said "Under New Management" outside.

Fidgel leaned against the counter, letting his thoughts drift away... until he felt someone's presence next to him.

"Well, hello~..." A voice whispered in his ear. Fidgel's eyes darted over to a man with rust colored hair in the... tightest, rippable... Clothing.

"God, I haven't thought like that in months..." Fidgel groaned, then opened his mouth.

"I'm sorry, but I'm busy."

The man smirked- God, he was gorgeous- And took the seat next to him.

"Busy, huh? With what, that Daiquiri?"

"Yes." The doctor hissed out, clearly uninterested.

"Suure~..." Red purred out, crossing his legs in a similar manner to Fidgel.

"Can I help you with something." Fidgel kept his voice neutral as he stared down the man in tear-away.

"Oh, there's lots of things you can do for me..."

"Yes. And like any good doctor, I suggest you...see a different specialist." Fidgel turned back to the Daiquiri and sipped.

"Hmm. Feisty... I love it..."

Fidgel let out a laugh "Pulling that out, aren't we? I haven't been Feisty in years, child."

"How about I reignite that fire tonight?"

The doctor's eyes narrowed behind his glasses. There it is. "Charmed, but no. I know all the tricks, ok?"

But Red's smile never fazed. "Oh, come on... how about you show me those tricks? Or is an old penguin afraid to break his spine?"

Fidgel rolled his eyes, before turning away. "I'm not even 40, child."

"Aww, don't be like that..."

"How about you find someone else to satisfy your "Daddy kink"?" The doctor spat, crest frizzing in emphasis.

Red backed off quickly, muttering "prude..." under his breath as he walked away, smoothing out his feathers.

Fidgel sighed in aggrivation, running a hand through his darker feathers. "Ugh... he'll get himself killed with that much drive..." He downed the glass, barely flinching from the stronger chemicals in the mix.

This was gonna be one hell of a long night.