The techno sound pounding out of the Banana Hammock was muffled through the
thick metal entrance door. Darien shuffled with unease and Bobby startled
him by looping his arm around his arm.
"Oh, great."
"We're just fitting in, my friend.
"Clang, Clang, Clang." Hobbes gave the password through the little window that opened up into the club. The window snapped shut, abruptly and they were left there for a few pregnant minutes.
"I think I'm over the rainbow with a Munchkin." sniped Darien under his breath.. "'Clang, clang, clang????" (3)
"They have a sense of humor you know. Hey, don't worry, Bryce, just first date jitters."
Darien cast him a venomous glare from up over his eyes.
"You can go ahead and wipe that look off your face. You're supposed to be out having a good time with your boyfriend."
"After this, I'm going to need a counter-agent for another kind of Agent!"
"Shhh"
And, then they were in.
"It's an old password," stated the host, "but come in. Enjoy your stay, gentleman."
Nightlife over the rainbow assaulted their senses. As nightclubs go, it was overtly tasteful and elegant. The walls were dark and the décor was neo-art deco. The laser lights even formed art deco patterns as they slashed the darkness of the ceiling.
The large room was filled with attractive men in various stages of Public Displays of Affection. Some of the men wore outlandish costumes, (Darien thought it might be costume night) but many were more conservatively and sharply dressed, the way Hobbes had managed, after much deliberation, to dress Darien. A half naked man with a black feather boa and body painted designs gave the boys a once over. He stuck his tongue out at Darien to display his barbell stud pierce. There was more leather and tattoos on display than at a biker convention, but the clientele was a mixed bag of fashion, as if some one had cast them in a play and wanted them to display a lot of variety.
Several strikingly beautiful women dotted the tableau. The dance floor was crowded, and Madonna's latest derivative techo-club hit was throbbing annoyingly over the excellent sound system. It dove-tailed seamlessly into the other mind numbing numbers.
Without prompting, Hobbes and Darien automatically began sizing up the lay of the land. One large room with 5 doors. Two bars. One very active door, perhaps a kitchen. Another was also well trafficked. It seemed to lead to another part of the club. The rest were used several times, except for one. In front of the short black hallway that led to it was a sign in large, unfriendly letters which read: Authorized Personnel Only.
"See if you can find a table; I'll get some drinks. Keep your eyes peeled." instructed Hobbes.
Somehow Darien managed to find a small table, and perched his lanky form on one of the stools. He kept taking stock of the outer doors, checked out the bars and scanned for odd behavior. That is too say, behavior that didn't fit the social norm set up in the club. Anyone who looked too nervous or too much in charge could be a lead.
Out of the crowd emerged the most beautiful woman Darien had ever seen. She was model tall and thin, with sleek blond hair. Her legs were long and slender and clad with shimmering hose. Her skin tight leather mini skirt accentuated her hour glass form and her ample heaving bosom jiggled invitingly. Her little feet were propped up in stiletto heeled "take me" shoes. 'What was she doing in here?' Darien thought.
"Hello, there!" she gushed, as she languidly approached Darien. He felt his palms go sweaty, and he suddenly he was back in Jr. High at some punch and cookie affair being approached by his grade school crush.
"Ah, h..hello." he studdered, his mind numb.
"You're new around here, aren't you? I'd have remembered YOU, if we'd met in the past." she purred in a rich alto voice.
Darien didn't know what to say or do. He was staring stupidly at a goddess, "stupid" being the operative word.
Hobbes finally returned with two drinks. A beer for himself and a giagantic froufrou frozen drink for Darien. The large thick glass was brimming with blue and yellow layers. A neon Pink Flamingo swizzle stick waded through the froth and a glass banana decoration hung off the side. The glass brimmed with several pieces of luscious looking fruit under and around the whipped cream. It was the House Specialty.
With drinks in hand, he deliberately stepped between the "lady" and the dumbstruck Darien.
"Take a hike, sister." He threatened. "He's mine." Darien was shocked and began to get angry.
"Sorry. I thought he was alone." she pouted. Darien watched in awe as she wriggled off in a perfect imitation of Marilyn Monroe.
"I'm YOURS???" Darien's jaw was on his chest. "Hobbes! What the hell did you do that for? I mean.Wow. I mean, she was.she was PERFECT. No, I'm HERS! I'm going after her!" As he began to rise, Bobby's hand gripped him firmly at his elbow.
Bobby gave Darien a disgusted look waiting until a dim light went off in Darien's thick head as the fog began to clear.
"She's a.?" Darien began in complete disbelief.
Bobby nodded.
"I knew that." Darien tried
Bobby laughed out loud. "No you didn't! You were ready to go home with her. I should've let it happen. But, then I'd have to mop up the mess and I don't have the time or inclination right now." Bobby's hand masked his wide smirk as he continued to case the room. "Still, it might have been worth it!"
"Hobbes!!!" Darien scolded.
Darien's face had gone through a few stages of red, pink and orange. It didn't help that there were approving stares of interest being cast subtly and some not so subtly in his direction.
Not missing a beat, Hobbes pulled his chair closer to Darien, and moved in next to the younger man. Hobbes had been garnering his own set of interested stares and glances, his taut build and good looks being noticed as well. It was time for a little long time companion nuzzling to hopefully advert the wandering eyes.
At first Darien, winced and tried to back off, but Hobbes locked his arm firmly around his, drawing him closely with some force. He whispered into his ear, "Darien, if you don't play along, I'll break your neck, dear." He smiled to some of the folks who passed by their table.
Darien resigned himself to further embarrassment. His partner was going to play at being more than his partner. And why hadn't he realized that sooner or later this little scene was gonna happen.
"You know, I just love it when you take charge and whisper sweet nothings in my ear." Darien whispered into Hobbes' neck, as he ran his finger along Hobbes' jaw line thinking about punching his lights out. And he pushed the heel of his size 15s right down on Hobbes foot, just enough to pinch painfully, but not startle.
"Stop that, darling. You're turning me on." Hobbes said with a mock twinkle in his eye.
"I got you a drinky, poodle. It's your favorite." He pointed to the monstrous drink with a glance as his hand moved to cover Darien's derriere. He sipped his beer and licked the foam off his lips with exaggerated relish.
Darien finally realized the parade float on the table was the drink that Bobby had gotten him.
"I am SO gonna make you pay for this, Hob..honey bunches of 'O's'." Darien threatened and wrinkled his nose.
Bobby just blinked coyly, smiling widely at his partner and not giving an inch.
"I pay for this every day of my life, my friend."
"OK then, 'Steve'. Let's do this, baby doll poopie-kins. Shall we?" Darien said as he mock leered into Hobbes' eyes.
"Oh, great."
"We're just fitting in, my friend.
"Clang, Clang, Clang." Hobbes gave the password through the little window that opened up into the club. The window snapped shut, abruptly and they were left there for a few pregnant minutes.
"I think I'm over the rainbow with a Munchkin." sniped Darien under his breath.. "'Clang, clang, clang????" (3)
"They have a sense of humor you know. Hey, don't worry, Bryce, just first date jitters."
Darien cast him a venomous glare from up over his eyes.
"You can go ahead and wipe that look off your face. You're supposed to be out having a good time with your boyfriend."
"After this, I'm going to need a counter-agent for another kind of Agent!"
"Shhh"
And, then they were in.
"It's an old password," stated the host, "but come in. Enjoy your stay, gentleman."
Nightlife over the rainbow assaulted their senses. As nightclubs go, it was overtly tasteful and elegant. The walls were dark and the décor was neo-art deco. The laser lights even formed art deco patterns as they slashed the darkness of the ceiling.
The large room was filled with attractive men in various stages of Public Displays of Affection. Some of the men wore outlandish costumes, (Darien thought it might be costume night) but many were more conservatively and sharply dressed, the way Hobbes had managed, after much deliberation, to dress Darien. A half naked man with a black feather boa and body painted designs gave the boys a once over. He stuck his tongue out at Darien to display his barbell stud pierce. There was more leather and tattoos on display than at a biker convention, but the clientele was a mixed bag of fashion, as if some one had cast them in a play and wanted them to display a lot of variety.
Several strikingly beautiful women dotted the tableau. The dance floor was crowded, and Madonna's latest derivative techo-club hit was throbbing annoyingly over the excellent sound system. It dove-tailed seamlessly into the other mind numbing numbers.
Without prompting, Hobbes and Darien automatically began sizing up the lay of the land. One large room with 5 doors. Two bars. One very active door, perhaps a kitchen. Another was also well trafficked. It seemed to lead to another part of the club. The rest were used several times, except for one. In front of the short black hallway that led to it was a sign in large, unfriendly letters which read: Authorized Personnel Only.
"See if you can find a table; I'll get some drinks. Keep your eyes peeled." instructed Hobbes.
Somehow Darien managed to find a small table, and perched his lanky form on one of the stools. He kept taking stock of the outer doors, checked out the bars and scanned for odd behavior. That is too say, behavior that didn't fit the social norm set up in the club. Anyone who looked too nervous or too much in charge could be a lead.
Out of the crowd emerged the most beautiful woman Darien had ever seen. She was model tall and thin, with sleek blond hair. Her legs were long and slender and clad with shimmering hose. Her skin tight leather mini skirt accentuated her hour glass form and her ample heaving bosom jiggled invitingly. Her little feet were propped up in stiletto heeled "take me" shoes. 'What was she doing in here?' Darien thought.
"Hello, there!" she gushed, as she languidly approached Darien. He felt his palms go sweaty, and he suddenly he was back in Jr. High at some punch and cookie affair being approached by his grade school crush.
"Ah, h..hello." he studdered, his mind numb.
"You're new around here, aren't you? I'd have remembered YOU, if we'd met in the past." she purred in a rich alto voice.
Darien didn't know what to say or do. He was staring stupidly at a goddess, "stupid" being the operative word.
Hobbes finally returned with two drinks. A beer for himself and a giagantic froufrou frozen drink for Darien. The large thick glass was brimming with blue and yellow layers. A neon Pink Flamingo swizzle stick waded through the froth and a glass banana decoration hung off the side. The glass brimmed with several pieces of luscious looking fruit under and around the whipped cream. It was the House Specialty.
With drinks in hand, he deliberately stepped between the "lady" and the dumbstruck Darien.
"Take a hike, sister." He threatened. "He's mine." Darien was shocked and began to get angry.
"Sorry. I thought he was alone." she pouted. Darien watched in awe as she wriggled off in a perfect imitation of Marilyn Monroe.
"I'm YOURS???" Darien's jaw was on his chest. "Hobbes! What the hell did you do that for? I mean.Wow. I mean, she was.she was PERFECT. No, I'm HERS! I'm going after her!" As he began to rise, Bobby's hand gripped him firmly at his elbow.
Bobby gave Darien a disgusted look waiting until a dim light went off in Darien's thick head as the fog began to clear.
"She's a.?" Darien began in complete disbelief.
Bobby nodded.
"I knew that." Darien tried
Bobby laughed out loud. "No you didn't! You were ready to go home with her. I should've let it happen. But, then I'd have to mop up the mess and I don't have the time or inclination right now." Bobby's hand masked his wide smirk as he continued to case the room. "Still, it might have been worth it!"
"Hobbes!!!" Darien scolded.
Darien's face had gone through a few stages of red, pink and orange. It didn't help that there were approving stares of interest being cast subtly and some not so subtly in his direction.
Not missing a beat, Hobbes pulled his chair closer to Darien, and moved in next to the younger man. Hobbes had been garnering his own set of interested stares and glances, his taut build and good looks being noticed as well. It was time for a little long time companion nuzzling to hopefully advert the wandering eyes.
At first Darien, winced and tried to back off, but Hobbes locked his arm firmly around his, drawing him closely with some force. He whispered into his ear, "Darien, if you don't play along, I'll break your neck, dear." He smiled to some of the folks who passed by their table.
Darien resigned himself to further embarrassment. His partner was going to play at being more than his partner. And why hadn't he realized that sooner or later this little scene was gonna happen.
"You know, I just love it when you take charge and whisper sweet nothings in my ear." Darien whispered into Hobbes' neck, as he ran his finger along Hobbes' jaw line thinking about punching his lights out. And he pushed the heel of his size 15s right down on Hobbes foot, just enough to pinch painfully, but not startle.
"Stop that, darling. You're turning me on." Hobbes said with a mock twinkle in his eye.
"I got you a drinky, poodle. It's your favorite." He pointed to the monstrous drink with a glance as his hand moved to cover Darien's derriere. He sipped his beer and licked the foam off his lips with exaggerated relish.
Darien finally realized the parade float on the table was the drink that Bobby had gotten him.
"I am SO gonna make you pay for this, Hob..honey bunches of 'O's'." Darien threatened and wrinkled his nose.
Bobby just blinked coyly, smiling widely at his partner and not giving an inch.
"I pay for this every day of my life, my friend."
"OK then, 'Steve'. Let's do this, baby doll poopie-kins. Shall we?" Darien said as he mock leered into Hobbes' eyes.