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Song lyrics: ~BLAH~
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On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air
Duo and Heero walked towards the destination of where that were to fulfill their mission.
There was a slight breeze in the air and wisps of Duo's long, undone hair flew across Heero's
face who promptly swatted it away, secretly fantasizing about what he would like to do with all
that hair. Duo just smiled with his glittered up lips and winked his blue lined eye. "Lighten up
Hee-Chan! This could be fun if you give it a chance." Heero snorted. "I don't see how spending
a night with criminals and child molesters could be fun."
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
When they reached the club there was a long line of scantily clad people waiting, almost
patiently, to be let in by the bouncer. *A bouncer? For a trashy club like this? What would they
need one for?* Duo wondered. Heero's thoughts were around the same as Duo's.
There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
This could be Heaven or this could be Hell
Then she lit up a candle
And she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year
You can find it here
The couple of teens in front of them, no older then 13 were quickly led into the club after
flashing their very obvious fake I.D.s. No questions were asked. Duo and Heero were in line
next, only after a few hundred bucks and threats were handed out of course. The woman in the
door way smiled seductively at Duo. Most of her front teeth were silver, with little diamond-like
stones implanted in them. He shrunk back instinctively.
"Hey there pretty. You looking for some fun tonight? You'll find it here!" The woman
swung her arm out, pushing the door open and allowing them to pass. No I.D. was needed for
them it seemed. If you had a pretty face you were guaranteed passage, no questions asked. No
wonder all the child molesters hung out here.
Loud music could be heard and obscured voices rang out in an odd mixture of moaning
and screams. Weather from pain or pleasure it was hard to distinguish.
Her mind is Tiffany twisted
She's got the Mercedes bends
She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
That she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard
Sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget
Duo looked to Heero who just shrugged and walked inside. He had been acting strange
ever since Duo had woken up. First falling asleep on the end of the bed, and then freaking out
about how Duo was dressed. It took twenty minutes of explaining and convincing to get him to
believe Duo and actually wear something similar. Duo wore black Vinyl pants with zippers up
the entire length of each side, topped with a deep purple mesh shirt and a black vinyl dog collar
with a tag on it that read: Bitch. Heero on the other hand ha red velvet hot pants and a white
long-sleeved shirt that hugged all the right places. It had a little turtle on it with a rainbow mow
hawk and combat boots. Under the turtle the shirt read: Dis-Punk-ional.
....Duo though it was quite cute.
The braided boy followed after Heero through the door, but not before the bouncer got a
good groping in of his behind. He promptly yelp and clung to Heero, who looked more or less
annoyed. If it was at Duo or what he was wearing, no one wanted to know.
TBC.....
Song lyrics: ~BLAH~
_____________________________________________________________________
On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air
Duo and Heero walked towards the destination of where that were to fulfill their mission.
There was a slight breeze in the air and wisps of Duo's long, undone hair flew across Heero's
face who promptly swatted it away, secretly fantasizing about what he would like to do with all
that hair. Duo just smiled with his glittered up lips and winked his blue lined eye. "Lighten up
Hee-Chan! This could be fun if you give it a chance." Heero snorted. "I don't see how spending
a night with criminals and child molesters could be fun."
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
When they reached the club there was a long line of scantily clad people waiting, almost
patiently, to be let in by the bouncer. *A bouncer? For a trashy club like this? What would they
need one for?* Duo wondered. Heero's thoughts were around the same as Duo's.
There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
This could be Heaven or this could be Hell
Then she lit up a candle
And she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year
You can find it here
The couple of teens in front of them, no older then 13 were quickly led into the club after
flashing their very obvious fake I.D.s. No questions were asked. Duo and Heero were in line
next, only after a few hundred bucks and threats were handed out of course. The woman in the
door way smiled seductively at Duo. Most of her front teeth were silver, with little diamond-like
stones implanted in them. He shrunk back instinctively.
"Hey there pretty. You looking for some fun tonight? You'll find it here!" The woman
swung her arm out, pushing the door open and allowing them to pass. No I.D. was needed for
them it seemed. If you had a pretty face you were guaranteed passage, no questions asked. No
wonder all the child molesters hung out here.
Loud music could be heard and obscured voices rang out in an odd mixture of moaning
and screams. Weather from pain or pleasure it was hard to distinguish.
Her mind is Tiffany twisted
She's got the Mercedes bends
She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
That she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard
Sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget
Duo looked to Heero who just shrugged and walked inside. He had been acting strange
ever since Duo had woken up. First falling asleep on the end of the bed, and then freaking out
about how Duo was dressed. It took twenty minutes of explaining and convincing to get him to
believe Duo and actually wear something similar. Duo wore black Vinyl pants with zippers up
the entire length of each side, topped with a deep purple mesh shirt and a black vinyl dog collar
with a tag on it that read: Bitch. Heero on the other hand ha red velvet hot pants and a white
long-sleeved shirt that hugged all the right places. It had a little turtle on it with a rainbow mow
hawk and combat boots. Under the turtle the shirt read: Dis-Punk-ional.
....Duo though it was quite cute.
The braided boy followed after Heero through the door, but not before the bouncer got a
good groping in of his behind. He promptly yelp and clung to Heero, who looked more or less
annoyed. If it was at Duo or what he was wearing, no one wanted to know.
TBC.....