AN: Sorry this is late. I got a summer job so here I am having to rush this. Anyway, there are only four parings left so only four chapters remain. However, I will do a sequel chapter at the end of this series, but for what chapter paring will be up to you at the end when all the romance one shots are done. Please choose the next paring: Zuma x Chase, Sky x Everest, Rubble x Skye, and Chase x Everest.

P.S.: I have never been to a gay bar (since I'm straight) so if I've messed up while writing this I apologize.

Disclaimer: I don't own Paw Patrol


Rocky wouldn't say he was a scardy cat when it came to the night time, but even he felt it was wrong to come out this late at night without Ryder's knowledge. Zuma had assured his best friend that he had been coming to this special club for dogs since he was a teen, and now that Rocky had come of out the closet only a week ago they could go together.

"Are we close?" asked Rocky, crossing the street with the Chocolate Lab.

"Yup, it's wight over there," pointed Zuma, across the street. "What do you think?"

The club known as "The Hound's Knot" was very new age looking with neon lights for attracting club seekers, and a long line of dogs of all kinds waiting. Only thing that was of special interest was these were all male dogs who were either waiting in line, dancing to the techno beat, or flirting with one another.

Rocky gulped, his nerves starting to work overtime as he questioned how Zuma dragged him into such a thing in the first place. Can I really do this? I mean I only just accepted that I'm into males. What if this is too much?

Of course, there was another reason why he accepted Zuma's offer. He just couldn't say no to that cute face of his.

"Wocky? You okay, dude?" asked Zuma, nudging him.

"Y-yeah," replied Rocky. "S-sure are a lot of guys, huh? What do I do if I tell them I'm not interested in them?"

"Don't worry, the club will handle that. I'll show you," said Zuma as he guided Rocky towards the entrance where he was greeted to a few posters of various male dogs (very sexy ones to in his mind) that were posed in various saucy positions; their tails making sure to hide anything 'naughty'.

Zuma walked over to the bouncer, a rough looking German Shepherd who could have given Chase a hard time if they ever fought. The bouncer smiled and slapped paws with Zuma. "Zuma, welcome back." He nodded towards Rocky. "This is your friend? The one who came out recently?"

"Yup! Wocky, meet Butch. He's been working here for six years now," introduced Zuma.

"Pleasure to meet you, glad to see you finally came terms with yourself," said Butch, shaking Rocky's paws. "No shame in being who you are, right?"

"Y-yeah, Zuma told me that," replied Rocky with a blush while Zuma shook his tail from the praise. He then felt something snap around his front left leg and saw that it was a blue snap bracelet. "What's this?"

"That's to let the other dogs in the club know that you're new. That way they won't hit on you so much, or ask you for a time around the fire hydrant you could say," said Butch as he showed other colored ones. "We got green for a dog looking to just relax and not looking for action, purple for those who are already taken with a mate, yellow for those looking for a dog to pick up, and red for those who want a lot of action let's say."

Rocky felt his blush deepen and made sure to keep an eye on his snap bracelet so it doesn't fall off.

After Zuma requested a green one, the two went into the club and Rocky felt his jaw drop. The place looked like one huge high class lounge with dark blue walls, shining lights of various colors, three bars for snacks and drinks, tables to rest at, even Pup Pup Boogie was available in a special area. But the main attraction was the dancing square, where the DJ, a dalmatian with purple shades and funky blue spiked hairdo, was dropping the bass hard.

There had to at least be a hundred or more pups that were either dancing, eating, drinking, flirting, kissing, or being lead up to a second bloor that was titled "XXX". Didn't take a genius like Rocky to figure out that was the final base as they say.

"What do you think? Pwetty awesome, huh?" asked Zuma, already shaking to the beat.

Rocky could feel his rump also shaking back and forth, earning a few whistles by a nearby gang of dogs that giggled and winked at him. He turned around, making sure his tail hid everything private. Zuma, seeing this, smiled and nuzzled his best friend. "Hey, welax. Sure some of these guys are gonna flirt, but they won't do anything stupid. Last guy who twied to force himself on another got dwagged out of here and landed on his balls."

After a short round of laughter, Rocky nodded. "Yeah, I just need to hang loose. Maybe get a drink? They don't really serve alcohol do they?"

"Nah, just dwinks we dogs can have, and a few surprises," explained Zuma as they walked up to one of the bars. A Shiba Inu nodded to them as he was putting away some glasses.

"A pink lemonade for me, dude."

"Strawberry milk for me, please."

The Inu nodded and returned a few minutes later with their drinks in two bowls. They slurped their beverages, sharing some small talk, while Zuma introduced a few of his other club friends to Rocky who all congradualted him for coming out. By the time they finished their drinks, Rocky was a lot more relaxed then he was when he entered.

"So what made you finally decide to come out?" asked Zuma, leaning on the bar board.

"I guess I figured you were right. I shouldn't be ashamed to be who I am," explained Rocky. "I just kept worrying people would see me as a freak, but after seeing you and the rest of Paw Patrol accept me? I feel a hundred percent better."

"Yeah, you shouldn't be ashamed to be who you are. The heawt knows what it wants, and you want to be with other guys," replied Zuma, smiling at his best friend.

That made Rocky frown as he quickly turned away and sighed. "I didn't want to be with any guys… I wanted to be with you."

Rocky didn't know if he said that because he was relaxed or because he was tired of hiding behind the wall he had built himself against his feelings. It was the real reason why he tried so hard to deny that he was in love with his best friend. Because everything would change and he was afraid what it would bring. And yet he supported me every effort of the way, and even brought me here… how can I not be in love with him?

Zuma, meanwhile, was sitting there in complete shock over what Rocky had just said. It was like everything in the world came to a sudden halt with that one sentence. Rocky bit his lip as he watched Zuma slowly come out of his stupor and looked back at the mixed breed with a blush on his cheeks. "You… you mean that?" asked Zuma, looking down as the floor, but kept glancing at Rocky.

"I… I do… s-s-s-orry if it came out of nowhere, but… since we're both gay and we both care about each other I was wondering… do you want to maybe give it a try?" asked Rocky, halting his breath.

There was no reply from Zuma for a moment. Then a smile slowly began to form on the water pup's muzzle that made Rocky's heart soar. "Guess the next time I come here we should get puwple stwaps, huh?"

Rocky barked with joy and leaped over to Zuma's seat, giving his best friend-now boyfriend-a few licks on his cheek which made him giggle. Zuma responded with a quick peck on the cheeks befoe pointing to the dance area. "Wanna shake yer tail?"

"Only if I can watch yours all night!" shouted Rocky as they got up for a night of fun.