Author note: Ok – one thing.  House of Pies is actually an establishment in Houston, TX.  They're open all night and a rather regular hang out for late night gab sessions and munchies.  Since I knew what I wanted for Auron and Yuna's chat, but not the name of an actual spot in NYC that fit the bill (I'm usually at a bit more classy joints and watching musicals when I'm in town) I "transported" House of Pies.  Next time I'm in NYC, I'll find and all-night spot that fits my bill and switch the name.
Sorry for the mild inaccuracy…

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An hour later, Jecht appeared.  Auron couldn't have asked for a better setup.  Jecht, hair still damp from the shower, hadn't given a fuck about how he looked and man did it work for him.  Wearing only a pair of black jeans so tight you could tell he had on no underwear, and a fringed black leather vest, the guy strode into the basement VIP lounge like he owned the place.  His bare chest was decorated by his huge team logo tattoo and the look was completed with a black Stetson hat and pair of snakeskin boots.  Auron had to keep from laughing at the appropriateness' of the attire.

Can't lose it now…I've got a scene to start.

Sitting in the booth, Freddie, Thor, and Auron were smoking a little hash.  He hadn't planned on getting high, but that and some ludes were the best way to convince Freddie to leave the dance floor go back downstairs.  Jaqui and Jim were still upstairs somewhere doing god knows what. 

Perfect!  Time to pull out all the stops…

Auron put a worried look on his face and leaned to Freddie.  "Oh shit," he said.

"Something wrong, dear?"  Freddie took a drag and then extended the lit joint to Auron with a smile.  "I'm sure this will help."

Frowning, Auron did his best to ham it up.  "Not really.  See that guy headed this way?"  He pointed to Jecht, who had spotted the group and was now moving toward the table.

Freddie nodded and whistled.  "My, my!  Does the cowboy come with a bullwhip?"

Thor snickered.

Auron shook his head.  "Well,only if you ask.  He's a…friend." The tone of voice implied involvement.  "He wasn't supposed to be here tonight."

Mr. Mercury's eyebrows arched.  Jecht was a big man and he didn't look happy. 

Thor said, "He's not going to cause trouble, is he?"

Auron shrugged.  "Not with you.  He never gets mad at anyone but me.  I'll go head him off."  Sliding quickly from the booth he said, "Sorry!"

Meeting Jecht in a few yards away from the table, Auron got things rolling.  He put a hand out flat on Jecht's chest, as if he were stopping him.  "Hey.  Thanks, man.  I really appreciate this."

"What the fuck is the problem, Auron?"  Jecht glanced down at Auron's hand.  He was clearly irritated.

"I got in over my head."  He tilted his head toward the table and said, "You recognize the guy at the table, right?"

"That's Freddie Goddamn Mercury!"  Jecht's face started to light up.  "I gotta…"

Auron cut him off.  "Cool it!  You're here to get me away from him."

Jecht frowned and scratched at the back of his neck.  He said, "I don't get it."

Looking a little embarrassed, Auron said, "Well, he seems to be under the impression that I would make a nice toy to take home.  And, while I actually do like the guy, I'm not about to take it in the ass from him."  He stepped further into Jecht's body space, knowing his friend was going to go off like a top when he told him the plan.  "So, you're here to show that I am already someone else's bitch."

"WHAT!"  True to form, Jecht exploded.  His loud voice clearly carried to the table where Freddie and Thor were watching the interchange.  "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND!"

Auron was giving himself some mental congratulations for an excellent setup.  He gestured a bit with his words to make it look like a real lover's quarrel.  "Perfect!  Get really pissed.  It's gonna make it look so real."

Jecht was turning red.  He was really mad and his hands were clenching into fists.  "YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

Shit!  That's a bit too real.  I think he's gonna deck me!

"I gotta get out of here, man.  And I can't piss off Rubell, you know that!"  Jecht had his suspicions about what Auron really did, but didn't ask questions.  Talking fast, Auron tried to get the roller ball star with the program before fists started to fly.    "This guy lives a few blocks from you for christsake!  It's not like ya wont get another chance meet him.  Just do this for me."

Glaring, Jecht finally said, "You fuckin' owe me.  You owe me so big you're gonna be payin' the rest of your unnatural sorry existence."

Breathing a sigh of relief, Auron asked, "does brew, pizza, and Panama Red at my pad next Thursday start to make up for it?"

"Panama Red?"  Jecht's eyes widened.  "Where'd you get Panama Red?"  Suddenly, he threw his hands up and continued, "Nevermind…I don't wanna know."

Auron smiled.

Defeated, Jecht asked, "Ok.  So, what now?"

Stepping to the side, Auron stuck a hand in the back pocket of Jecht's jeans and cozied up.  It was a tight fit.  Jecht got the idea and followed along, draping an arm over his friend's shoulder.  Auron said, "Just keep that scowl on your face and come with me…"

"That wont be difficult…" he growled.

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Thirty minutes later, they'd made some excuses, Freddie had Jecht's phone number, and both men were leaving 54.  Jecht had Tidus by the scruff and was hauling his ass home in a cab – having found the kid snorting a line in the bathroom.  Auron had the keys to Jecht's 1948 Indian Bonneville Roadmaster Chief, and had snatched Yuna out of a dance cage to take her for coffee and a chat.  He figured he'd take her to House of Pies since it was after two in the morning, the buzz was starting to wear down, and he had major munchies.

Not too bad a night.  I get Yuna home and I'm golden.

Yuna hadn't been very hip on the idea of going and coped an attitude.  Auron had squashed it like a bug.

"I'm not your dad and I don't play."  Auron's voice had been a low growl and it was obvious to Yuna he meant every word.  "Now, get your ass outa that outfit and into something decent.  You've got five minutes before I throw you over my shoulder and carry your ass out!"

Pouting, Yuna stalked to the bathroom and changed from her little skimpy white two-piece number into jeans and a t-shirt.  Emerging just under the five-minute deadline she'd said, "Fine.  I'm not going home!

Auron had snorted, grabbed her by the wrist, and drug her to the entry.  Kimahri was standing next to Jecht's tricked out bike.  Robin's egg blue with several coats of lacquer, a fringed leather seat, and studded leather saddlebags, it was perfectly restored.  The man had driven it right up on the sidewalk and just parked the thing.  Auron shook his head as he headed for the motorcycle.

Jesus, Jecht.  You really are an arrogant prick.

"Thanks, brother," Auron said.  "I owe ya dinner at Maybell's."

The black man just nodded as Auron fired up the bike.  Yuna climbed up behind him and he revved the engine to clear the sidewalk.  "MOVE IT!" Kimahri shouted to the remaining crowd.  Auron grinned and then squealed the tires as he let the clutch out and took off.