1001 Arabian Dates
Chapter 2
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Date no. 2: O-dog in the house!
" The Big friendly Giant called you again."
" Tell him I've been taken prisoner in The Holy Land."
" If you don't want to see him, why don't you just tell him?"
" I did! He won't take no for an answer! Tell Wufei I still hate him."
" All right, chill. I'm going clubbing tonight, I'll pick up someone nice for you."
"Hrmph."
" What was that?"
" Hrmph, I said Hrmph."
Duo fell in the door at about 6:30am, triumphantly clutching someone's phone number in one hand and a beer in the other. The date was all arranged by 8:00pm, at the same restaurant that Sho had taken him to. With a rhythmic knock on the door, Quatre's second date was revealed.
" Yo, yo, yo, Whassup, gees?"
Quatre's eyes were wide as saucers. His date was a well-built black guy, wearing more jewellery than Relena Peacecraft at a social function and a t-shirt that declared GOD IS BLACK! Over that he wore a jacket three times too big with the emblem "Dirty Denim" on the back and baggy track pants. He saw Duo in the doorway and waved. Duo looked a bit sheepish. He hadn't remembered much about last night, except that he HAD gotten someone's number. Anyway, he pushed Quatre forward and introduced them.
" Quatre this is…this is…"
" O-Dog. Man, D, you was wasted last night."
" Yeah. This is O-Dog, O-Dog, this is Quatre."
O-Dog gave the flustered blonde a complicated handshake, then looked him up and down and smiled.
" Damn, D, you know how to pick 'em. How did you know O-Dog likes blonde pussy?"
Before Quatre could start feeling insulted by that last comment, Duo pushed them both out the door. On their way to O-Dog's car, he could still hear them.
" Daaaaammmnnnnn, baby got back!"
" Um, thanks, I think."
When they left, Wufei slapped Duo upside the head.
" And we thought Sho was bad! What the hell were you thinking setting him up with Shaft AC195?"
" I dunno, I was drunk! And don't blame me, it was Trowa's fault for dumping him in the first place!"
Trowa didn't retaliate. He was staring out the window in the direction that the couple had left in, thinking that if O-Dog so much as laid a finger on Quatre's 'back' he'd break his neck. The phone rang, and Duo picked it up gratefully.
" Hi, who is this? Sho? I'm sorry, he's not here…he's gone out… no, with another guy… this is the first date, I don't know if it's serious… okay, I'm gonna hang up now…Bye… Bye…BYE! 'Bang!' Wow, Quat was right, he can't take no for an answer!"
Meanwhile, at the restaurant, O-Dog was busy making a scene.
" It's 'cos I'm BLACK, isn't it?"
" No, sir, no-one's allowed have their feet on the table."
" I can't stand you honkies! Think you're better than me 'cos you got a fancy-shmancy job?"
" Fancy-shmancy? I clean up regurgitated food, for God's sake!"
" Oh, now you throwing your EDICAYSHUN in my face, with your long words and posh voice…"
" I dropped out when I was fourteen! That's why I'm working here!"
" Maybe you should sit down, O-Dog."
" Stay outta this, Kitty."
" It's Quatre."
" Whatever."
Rolling his eyes, Quatre stood up and walked out of the restaurant, leaving O-Dog to deal with the security 'honkies.'
An hour later, he stormed into the safe house. Duo greeted him nervously.
" H-hey, Q, how was the date?"
" I am NOT talking to you, honky! I'm going to my room to cry!"
He stormed up the stairs, and Duo looked pointedly at Heero.
" Your turn now, Hee-man."