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Tidus is high off his ass again. Damn. Glad I called Jecht. This kid is gonna be the fuckin' end of me.
The blond boy, flying on coke and amyl nitrate "poppers," was in the process of blowing a guy in the restroom stall next to Auron's. He had to give the kid his due – the boy could suck a golf ball through a straw. His old man sure didn't like that his kid swung both ways, and usually beat the shit out of him for it, but that wasn't Auron's department. Keeping the kid out of jail as a favor to his buddy was.
Auron finished taking a piss, zipped his fly, and decided it was time for Tidus' party to end for the evening. He walked to the door of the stall and planted a well-aimed roundhouse that broke the latch and sent the thing careening inward. It smacked the blond in the back, causing him to miss on his rhythm and choke on the man he had in his mouth.
Of course it's Seymour. Nice of the guy to give Tidus blow for a blow. This pimp is on my short list to turn over to the feds. Bastard really pisses me off. I can't wait for him to make a wrong move. But, he's connected to Yunalesca and Yevon. I can't mess the triads in that kind of shit...
The raven haired man reached forward and grabbed Tidus by the collar, hauling him off Seymour and tossing him onto the floor behind him with an unceremonious thud.
"Party's over, pretty boy," he said. "Called Jecht, and he's on his way. Might want to wash the coke off your face before he gets here..."
"Man! Auron, you suck," Tidus whined. "Why do you always do this to me?" The boy got off the floor. He moved to the sink and started to wash his face.
"As for you," Auron pointed a finger at Seymour, "you can have one of your Janes give you some action to finish that off. This boy is off limits. Got me?"
The languid man with dyed blue hair stood and put himself back in his pants. "Well. If it isn't Auron. Want him all for your self?"
"Fuck off, Seymour."
The pretty man batted his eyes and smiled. "Don't mind if I do. If you will excuse me…" He brushed past Auron, making sure to cop a feel on his way by. Auron's eyes narrowed and a growl came out of his throat.
"Touchy, touchy…"
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Wakka, checking out Lulu's ass as she bent to take a customer's order, tripped over a chair and fell on his face. A crowd of people nearby, high on laughing gas, erupted in snickers and the bartender turned as red as his afro. The blond kid, Tidus, came over to help him up. Wakka didn't know what to make of the guy. He seemed to slide both ways. The boy, partial to coke and in tight with that pimp Seymour, hit on the band girls Rikku and Yuna like there was no tomorrow but liked to blow the customers in the restroom for extra cash. Recently, he'd taken to hitting on Wakka in his spare time.
"I'm ok man," he said as he pushed the little freak away from him. Tidus' face fell and he seemed disappointed. "I gotta work, so check someone else brudda."
"Ya know," Tidus said, "it usually works better when you TELL the person you're interested."
Wakka glared at the blond and walked off. He had drinks to sling, and the son of a rollerball king was just too spoiled to bother with.
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Bass pounded and the smell of sex was heady. Flashing lights moved in time with the music and a disco ball spun overhead - flinging fractured light across the half naked bodies of dancers. Auron moved through the throng and found himself a seat where he could view the orgy that was a dance floor at Studio 54. His connections, threads, and links to drugs got him in the door any night of the week. He had to admit, there were worse places to spend an evening.
"What'll ya have, handsome?"
Auron sighed. That waitress chick, Lulu, was hitting on him again. Though she had a set of knockers, she just wasn't his type. All he wanted was a scotch, damn it, not a fuck.
"You know my usual - Glenlivet, straight." After a moment, and a funny expression, Auron continued. "Got any Toll House cookies in this joint?"
Lulu had never heard this request from the man before. She was intrigued. "I dunno. I suppose I can check. What gives? You smoke some weed and get the munchies?"
"Want your tip? Just get the damn cookies."
Two scotches and an hour later, a fresh hot batch of Toll House cookies on a simple white plate appeared in front of him. "There ya go. Cookies."
Grinning, the raven haired man said, "Now I need another scotch. And a 7up. Separate. Not mixed!"
Lulu was burning with curiosity now. What the hell did you do with scotch, Toll House cookies, and 7up? The woman, wearing her trademark black vinyl dominatrix outfit, slid over to the bar and came back quickly with the requested items. What she watched next gave her the willies.
Auron popped a cookie in his mouth and munched slightly. Then, without swallowing, he took a long drag of Glenlivet and swirled it in his mouth. He inhaled deeply and his eyes flashed open slightly. Then he swallowed and chased the thing with 7up.
Oh, God damn! I'll never get over that. The fumes make my whole face FEEL the chocolate. So sweet…
The man smacked his lips and exhaled. The smile of satisfaction reminded Lulu of a man smoking a cigarette after orgasm. Auron turned to and declared, "My dear, bring me the bottle. If you are lucky I'll get drunk enough to reconsider my long standing decision not to fuck you…"
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Jecht was pissed.
"God damn it, Auron! What do you mean you haven't seen him? You called me and told me to pick his sorry ass up. I have a game tomorrow. Sleep is usually a good idea."
Auron was drunk, full of cookies, and happy as a lark. He couldn't understand why Jecht was so pissed off. It wasn't like the little blond boy wouldn't come home. He had to. He had no job and dad's money kept him supplied.
"Sit down and have a cookie, Jecht. We'll find the boy. He wouldn't have left. He knew you were coming. He knows better than to take off."
The rollerball player picked up a cookie and looked at it. He popped the thing in his mouth, took a drag of scotch from the bottle, and performed the same maneuver Auron had earlier. "Shit, Auron. How did you manage to get me to do something so messed up as drink aged scotch with cookies?"
"Because you are a man with good taste, Jecht. You're an asshole, but you have good taste. If you didn't, you wouldn't have picked me as a friend." Auron grinned.
"Fuck off, Auron."
The raven-haired man laughed. Turning his head he gazed at the wash of people on the dance floor and his eyes narrowed. "Uh, Jecht. I know that I'm wasted, but I could swear that Tidus is crawling all over that woman on the stage and peeling his clothes off." A hand lifted to point toward the stage.
"Jesus! See ya later!" Jecht took off like a shot before some paparazzi scum took a picture of his son and tried to bribe him with it.
Auron threw his head back and continued to laugh Ah yes, never a dull moment here...
