Alfred walked out of the shop with a white blazer entrenched over a white button-down. A gold medallion oscillated over his slightly bare chest. The bell-bottoms dragged over cracked concrete. He wore purple, star-shaped sunglasses around his sleek, shining blonde-hair. He twirled on the concrete, and flicked his hair towards the street.
"Alright, Mattie. How about these for size." He picked at the red bell bottom jeans.
"You know that bell-bottoms are for females, Al?"
"Yeah, but they don't know that."
Matthew walked out of the store in a plaid green blazer, with matching pants that ran over his black penny loafers. He had a thick brown belt wrapped around his middle, with a bowling ball engraved into the large belt buckle in the front. Underneath the blazer, he had a black bow tie on with a green buttown-down shirt. The v-line plunged down to reveal a gold-chain necklace wrapped around his neck. Rawhide suspenders wrapped vertically around his frame, holding together the tight shirt and his pants.
"Just wait till they get here. They're gonna flip at how great we look."
Matthew sighed. "You speak some truth, yes."
A cavalcade of two sleek, black cars rounded the corner. They rumbled over to the curb where the two were standing. The cars lurched to a halt, and the entire host club leaped out of the cars, their eyes widened in shock. They looked at the two Tamaki almost fainted as he had to lean his back onto the car. Honey started to cry as he climbed onto Mori's shoulders. Haruhi stifled a giggle, and Hikaru and Kaoru pointed at the other twins and stammered.
"What the hell-." Hikaru said.
"Are you wearing?" Kaoru finished.
Alfred twirled around and puffed out the collar on his jacket. "Any guesses to what the theme is?"
"You're going for a burlesque?" Tamaki asked with his head hidden by his hands.
Alfred shook his head. "Psh. Dude, we're doing a disco theme. You've never heard of disco before?"
Tamaki nodded his head. He looked at Kyoya, who face-palmed. "You realize we have exactly three days to prepare for this."
Matthew turned to Alfred. He raised an eyebrow, and then he walked across the elephant-gray sidewalk. He shielded his eyes from the retiring sun, and took off his necklace. He tapped Tamaki on his shoulder, making him look up at him with reddening eyes. Matthew wrapped the necklace like a band-aid around his finger. He then draped the necklace around Tamaki's neck. The bottom of the necklace hung down past the collar of his school uniform.
"Looks great on you, dude. Imagine that in an all white suit." Alfred said with a quick wink.
Tamaki's face grew red, and he switched his line of sight to Haruhi, who was stomping out a giggle. He was just about to keel over and beg for Kyoya to forget the whole dance, but then he looked up with watery eyes at Matthew, who had planted his hand on his back, rubbing it in circles on his shirt. He sniffed loudly a few times, and then he brushed away the saline from his red eyes.
"Very well. We'll have a disco dance. Or just disco. Whatever it's called." Tamaki said as he buried his head in Kyoya's shoulder. Kyoya dusted him off of his shoulder, forcing him to take into consideration the blinding outfits Alfred and Matthew had worn. Hikaru and Kaoru walked up to Tamaki and leaned on his shoulder, leaning in on the distraught host.
"It's okay, boss." Hikaru said.
"After all, everyone loves disco." Kaoru finished.
Alfred twirled around and winked at the host club. "So, who wants to be seventy-ized first?"
"Takshi, are the mean new kids gonna make us ugly, too." Honey said with a sad frown. Mori nodded his head and started humming to himself.
"Takashi, are you humming a song?" Honey asked.
Mori grunted his acknowledgement.
Alfred grinned as he sauntered up to the tall senior. "I know that song. 'Boogie Oogie Oogie', right?"
Mori gave a ghost of a grin and nodded. Alfred walked closer to Mori, and then he narrowed his eyes at him. Alfred pointed a finger at him, and started to sing.
Matthew cleared his throat as he walked over to Haruhi. "So, are you going to wear the bell bottoms? You are the only girl, after all."
Haruhi smiled as she shook her head. "Usually, they try to hide all of that. They make me out to be some sort of...tomgirl, if you will."
"I knew somebody that was in a phase like that, too."
"Was he American? Or Canadian?"
"Italian. You know how flighty they are."
Alfred kept singing at the top of his lungs. The host club grimaced and slapped their hands onto their ears as the sun continued to set onto the cool Japanese dusk. The small thrift shop windows gleamed with window polisher and discount stickers, showing of the various knick-knacks offered within the novelty store. Matthew reached over while wrapping his arms around his twin and squeezing him like a ball of Play-Doh, forcing his incessant screeching to devolve into a forced squealing, and finally, a dead whimper. Alfred sighed as he relaxed into Matthew's strong arms, and then he turned to face him.
"Let me go." Alfred said.
"Not until you stop screaming, you ape." Hikaru shouted.
"I'm the one holding him. Now stop it, Alfred." Matthew said.
"You don't get it. I'm bringing back the art of mating. It's what brought the girls in all the time back in the seve-." Alfred grimaced as Matthew tightened the sqeeze between them."
"What are you talking about? We didn't exist back then." Matthew said, squeezing him again. Then, he lowered his lips to Alfred's ear. "You're gonna tell them the secret."
Alfred wrestled himself out of Matthew's arms. He starightened his hair while looking up at the cowlick protruding from his head. He breathed a long sigh of relief. The rest of the host club continued to eyeball the pair, making Alfred and Matthew grow a watery smile on their blushing faces. An air of discomfort rested over the cracked sidewalk between the twins and the host club, who leaned in towards the uncomfortable pair.
"What are you all looking at. You act like you saw a ghost. This happens all the time between me and Mattie." Alfred said while waving away the odd air of embarrassment.
"You normally tackle each other after spontaneously singing?" Kyoya asked while raising his eyebrows.
"It was a bear hug. Speaking of which, I'm sure there's a nice fur coat with your name on it, Haruhi." Alfred pointed at the girl with short brown hair.
Haruhi sighed as she plunked her shoulders down. "Rich bastards. I thought I was getting away with it."
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