Fairy Tail not mine. The plot for this story not mine.
This story is a gift for the wonderful luffy fan. I love her story Dance Party and felt so bad for Bixlow after chapter 10, that I wrote this for him and for her. Read her story or this won't make much sense. This takes place immediately after Chapter 10.
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Hope you have as much fun with it as did!
Bixlow's smile dropped as soon as he shut the door to his best friend's apartment. Sure, Lucy had been hell to take care of, but only because he was trying so hard not to get a raging boner. She was gorgeous and he could admit that he was jealous of Laxus. He'd better not screw this one up because Lucy wasn't some random girl off the street. She was kind and and warm and funny. Ugh. This sucked. He continued to walk alone aimlessly when he heard a familiar voice.
"Hey Bix! You look like shit. Who kicked your puppy?"
"Hey Cana," he stopped to face her. "It's nothing. Just had a rough day."
Cana looked up to his face. She rarely saw him out and about without his armor on. "What's been keeping you occupied, I haven't seen you since the dance?"
Bixlow blew out a breath, "Ahh, Lucy got into a little bit of trouble so I took care of her until Laxus could make it back. Girl is an accident looking for a place to happen."
"That's about the truth!" the card mage laughed out loud. "So those two together huh?"
"Looks like it."
"Good for them I guess. Natsu's going to bust a nut. Should be entertaining to watch at least. But way too messy for me. Being in a relationship I mean. That's why I don't want a boyfriend. Or a puppy. Cute as hell, just too much trouble." At that Cana started to turn and walk away.
Bixlow had no idea what possessed him to act, maybe he just didn't want to be alone at the moment. He grabbed her shoulder and asked, "Do you live around here?"
Cana smiled again, "Aw hell no! I couldn't afford anything in this neighborhood, but the bars are fantastic."
He decided to grasp at the last straw he could to keep the conversation going. "You know, my babies aren't much trouble," Bixlow said matter-of-factly. "If they get messy, I just switch out their body. No clean up necessary!"
Cana gave the tall man a long look. He stuck his tattooed tongue out at her. "You know Bixlow, you are my kinda crazy."
He grinned, "Cana, thanks. I needed that. You just made my day. Why don't I buy you a drink at one of these fantastic bars?"
"Let's make that a few drinks and see if I can't make your night too." Hell if that wasn't the sexiest smirk Bixlow had ever seen directed his way.
"You're on," and Bixlow wasn't so jealous anymore.