Her Sweetness: Hello, hello! How are you? Feeling good, I hope? You'll need to feel good because this is my first chapter-fic romance since I began writing, all the way back!
Huzzah! Don't worry, Heidi, my other fics will be updated regularly. But I wanna see where this goes, kay? Let's get started!
—Hot Man, Hot Dog—
Part One: Fuzzy Nipples And First Glances.
The fresh nighttime air was blowing through the streets quietly and serenely as music rose above it, decorating the neighborhood in a slightly rowdy, slightly excited aura. In West Domino, the party district, a certain club was the source of this enthusiastic mood. There was a line about a mile long in front of it, people waiting and checking their watches each minute to see when and even if the line was moving.
Towards the front of this line were three teenage boys, two standing side by side and the other was right behind them, leaning on the brick wall of the club.
Tristan looked back at his friend for a second, "Hey, Joey, don't look so bored, man, we're next to get in!"
"Aw, c'mon… I don't know why I let you drag me here, what the hell am I gonna do at a club, huh?" He rolled his eyes, "I might as well go home, there's supposed to be an eight-hour monster movie marathon on tonight."
Otogi, who was standing right next to Tristan, glanced at the blonde like he had lost his mind, "You're kidding, right? Joey, you're lucky we even brought you along! The Test Tickle is the hardest place to get into in all of Domino, it's totally legendary! I've been waiting to go here for weeks…"
"Yeah, well I haven't."
Both boys rolled their eyes and turned around as the line moved once again. In about five more minutes they were actually inside, thanks to three fake IDs that a cocaine-addict made for them in his garage. Inside the place, it was dark and lights flashed quickly from time to time over moving bodies who held glow sticks up to the ceiling as they continued to move.
Otogi squealed and before Tristan could say anything, he disappeared into the sea of percolating forms.
Tristan sighed and looked around for his friend but he was no where to be seen. 'Oh, great, I've lost him, too?' He peeked around for a while, not bothering to call Joey's name because he couldn't even hear himself think. After searching the restrooms and the makeout rooms in the back, he finally found his companion sitting at the bar.
Tristan hobbled over and sat on the barstool next to him, both teens facing the growing, vibrating crowds in silence.
"'Ey, can I get yous two anything?" A scratchy voice came from behind them and they turned to meet a bald bartended, dressed up in a white shirt and black apron. A toothpick hung in the corner of his mouth.
Joey blinked and looked at Tristan who shrugged. He turned back to the bartender, "Alright, I'll have… uh, milk?"
"…"
"…"
Both Tristan and the bartender face faulted and the man cleared his throat after recovering, "Listen, this place ain't for kids, the only place you're gonna find milk here is if you milk a pregnant lady."
Joey pouted.
"Eh, just get him a Fuzzy Nipple." Tristan suggested and coughed when the man went to fetch the drink. "Joey, listen, I need to talk to you. It's kinda the reason Otogi and I brought you here tonight. We were kinda thinking that you seemed really lonely and… I dunno, out of touch lately. We think it'd be good if you started… seeing someone."
"… What? Why? I like being single! I'm wild and free and a relationship would only tie me down!"
"Joey, you tried to order milk in a bar! There's something wrong with you, man!"
"What's wrong with milk? I'll have you know that milk helps bones grow!"
"You're grown!"
"'Ey, here's you're Fuzzy Nipple." A drink was placed on the bar, right in between the two boys' elbows. Joey looked down at it, unimpressed.
Tristan shoved it in the boys' hand, "Drink, it'll loosen you up and maybe we can get you laid… for once."
"WHA…?" Joey jerked his head up out of surprise and the drink shot out of his nose as he choked dramatically and fell to the floor, turning blue, and tears streaming down his face.
"… Dude, no one likes a drama queen. Shake it off; no one'll even dance with you if you're acting goofy."
Getting over his near-death experiment, Joey regained most of his composure and sat back on his barstool, frowning as he carefully sipped the Fuzzy Nipple. The music in the room changed from that of a rather slow-paced song to a wild, techno song that sped up the dancing of the crowd. It was another few minutes before Joey finished the drink and was feeling pretty good, light-headed and airy; the Fuzzy Nipple was taking effect.
He now starred out at the crowd with a silly little smile on his face, blinking every now and again at Tristan and then turning back. Little did he know that the bartender and Tristan had been locked in conversation since Joey took his first sip and he didn't even realize it.
"So, do you think its working?"
"Dunno. I put one hell of a lot of tequila in it, just like ya asked. That amount would've knocked any other guy out cold, your friend sure has a stomach for alcohol. I bet he doesn't even know it was in there…"
He nodded solemnly, "That's my Joey. Strong as an ox, dumb as a post."
Over on the other stool where the blonde was in a dreamy state of alcohol and fancy ponies that he'd been seeing floating by him, he twirled around on the moveable top and watched as the crowds of people went from side to side. He sighed and sent a glance Tristan's way, 'S'not fair. Why should I be taken out of my house down to some dumb old club and sit here… Otogi's out there shakin' his booty and Tristan's made friends with the nice man who gave me a drink… Guh…'
He slumped backwards a little and tilted his head to the next section of the bar, his drowsy brown eyes blinking once, twice, three times before he convinced himself that it was what he thought it was.
"H-Hey, Tristan…" Joey tugged his friend's sleeve, his eyes never straying from their previous direction.
"Huh?"
"Who's that?"
Tristan blinked and peeked around Joey's hair to see who he was talking about. He looked around and around, a bit confused, then asked, "Oh, you mean that fat guy with the mustard on his cheek?"
"No! That hottie sitting next to the fat guy with mustard on his cheek."
"Oh… um…." He looked some more, "I-I don't see anyone, Joey."
"Dammit, look! Right there!" He grabbed his companion's face and pushed it foreword. Tristan squinted and even polished his eyes balls to see better but he didn't see anyone. "Look, man, I think that Fuzzy Nipple's getting to ya, there is no one else sitting here! Everyone else is out on the dance floor!"
"… Fine, Tristan, be that way. I'll go ask, myself, but I thought you wanted me to get interested in someone." Joey rose from his seat all huffy and strutted over towards the fat guy's seat.
Tristan sat there with a raised eyebrow as he watched curiously to see just who Joey was speaking of. He watched Joey take a seat right next to the fat man and turn to the bar, and shyly speaking to nothing. Tristan blinked and blinked and was puzzled beyond belief until the fat man went away with a disturbed look on his face and then it was clear that Joey was looking and talking directly to a lone hotdog on one of the bar's napkins.
"… Oh my god, he's totally drunk!"
The bartender looked over his shoulder, "Eh, Fuzzy Nipple's do that to ya. There's no harm in it, I guess. Sooner or later, he'll pass out and you can drag him home."
"Y-Yeah but…"
"Hey! Buddy!" A gruff voice came from beside Tristan and the bartender. They whipped their heads around to see the fat man who walked away from Joey just a moment ago. He looked rather pissed, "Is that your friend over there with the blonde hair?"
"Uh, yeah." Tristan answered.
"Well, he's schmoozing with my dinner and I'm still hungry!"
Tristan sweatdropped and coughed, "S-Sorry about that… H-He's drunk, you know… and well…"
"Well, drunk or not, I'm gonna eat something whether you like it or not!" And with that small warning, he bit down, taking a small chunk out of Tristan's leather jacket and upper arm. The bartender's eyes were wide in shock as Tristan went sailing to the ground, flopping around on the floor and the man chewed triumphantly and walked out of the place.
Tristan saw a few people stare at him as he continued to wither in agony.
"Don't just stand there, help me!"
They went back to dancing, paying him no heed. The bartender came back out of the back with a first aid kit and helped Tristan back onto the barstool while he inexpertly tried to bandage the teen's wounds.
Meanwhile, over on the other side of the bar…
"Yeah, so," Joey looked down at the hotdog with a boyish glee in his eyes. Even though, since he came over and introduced himself and had been using all the pickup lines that Tristan used on random people, he'd been striking out. This wiener was one tough cookie. He cleared his throat again, "Is this your first time here?"
"…"
"Yeah, mine too. M-My friends dragged me here; I couldn't stand it at first. But I saw you from over there and so I kinda started to like this place."
"…"
Joey scratched his head, "Could ya say that again? I didn't catch all of it."
"…"
"Oh! Okay. Hey, I like your accent. So, I guess that means you're not from around here, then? Where're you from?"
"…"
"Oh, Oscar Myer? Never heard of that place, but it sounds fun. I'm from the East Side! It's a pretty good neighborhood, but sometimes weird things happen… I-I could show you sometime."
"…"
His eyes glistened, "Really? Yeah, that'd be great!"
"…"
"… Oh, I understand! Yeah, totally. No, I don't put out on the first date, either, but my friend does. Uh-huh, he's a real horn dog. Like this one time, when—"
"Oh, Joey!" All of a sudden, a bouncy, rather high-pitched voice came from behind the two. Joey turned around to see Otogi all sweaty and panting.
"Hi. Tired of being groped?"
"Not really, but Tristan is over there, saying that he's going to die of blood loss if we don't go home. He claims he was attacked by a hungry, fat guy! Do you believe that? I think it's an excuse!"
Joey whined, "Aw, so we're going?"
"Yeah. Oh, who're you talking to over here? You look kind of lonely."
"Oh, I'm not lonely!" He grinned and moved the napkin over so Otogi could see the hotdog who was nestled in a hotdog bun contently. "Otogi, this is Hot Dog. Hot Dog, this is Otogi."
"…" He blinked, "Um… h-hi."
"…"
Joey nodded, "I don't think I wanna go just yet."
"But, Joey, we have to—"
Suddenly, Tristan, dressed in many bandages and a temporary cast made from napkins, came over and grabbed Joey by his hair with his good arm. "Let's go, lover boy!"
"Hey! Tristan, stop it! Let go!" Joey held onto the bar with both hands as Tristan pulled harder. Joey wasn't budging.
"Otogi, will you stop gaping and help me!"
He sighed and pulled on Joey's arm and, after a few minutes of tug-o-war, they managed to tear him away from the bar, kicking and screaming. As they dragged him across the dance floor and out of the door, he was shouting obscenities at his friends. They ignored him though and threw him in the backseat of Otogi's car.
Otogi started the engine up and off they went, down the many streets they had passed getting to the place.
Joey had starred out of the window in sorrowful silence for a few minutes before Tristan looked at him through the rearview mirror and groaned, "Oh, Joey, man, stop that."
"Tristan, you said you wanted me to meet someone!"
"… Doesn't the word 'someone' fall under the definition of a person?" He half snickered as Otogi was grinning, holding back chuckles.
The blonde shook his head, "Not really…"
"Joey, just go to sleep, we'll be home before you know it."
"… Fine." He sighed again and leant his head on the car door, watching the streetlights go by and neon signs from other dance clubs. He figured it was around eleven o' clock at night and that meant he'd missed most of his movie marathon, but somehow that didn't really matter. 'I hope I can see that beautiful wiener again…'
TBC…
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