The ten other guys had wandered in, chatting amoungst themselves, and were soon spotted by the second oldest Warthogg brother. "-Heeey, it's the Peanut gang!" Chislett whooped, waving them over. "Heh, just kiddin'." Welcome to the par-tay!" He set about high-fiving any of the guys that would let him. "So what do you think, fellas?" Is this place 'crack-a-lackin'?" The warthog might as well have been speaking Greek. Rockavar murmured, "-Humina-whatana?" Chislett blinked at the others. He shook his head, "-Man, I really need to get you bumpkins speaking my language, here...!" "-Alright, the party-people have arrived!" another voice spoke out. They all turned to see a feline in a red dress, blue high-heels, short, wavy-curled blonde hair, bracelets, earrings, purple eye shadow and long fingernails, holding a drink. For a minute, their first instinct was to stare at the female presence, in interest. But then Lewis, having learned from his discovery outside, frowned, "-Wait a second... Jacque, is that you?" Upon hearing this, his friends realized that the feline DID look familiar, beneath the outfit, with his lynx-caracal parts. It was also painfully noticeable that for being a male, he had a very slim and feminine body (minus boobs) that made his look more believable than Goresky's. The cross-dressing feline rolled his eyes, "-Awww, you just had to spoil it for them, didn't you?" But yeah it's me." Hiii everyone!" He waved in a very seductive matter, enough to make them uncomfortable. Satisfied, he then continued, "If you all don't mind though, tonight I'd prefer you call me Jacqueline Cecile, play with the part, y'know?" The others exchanged glances, as Chislett grinned, cheekily and asked, "-Of course... does this mean I get to-" "-No," his friend cut him off, knowing his question before he even said it. The warthog pouted, "-Pffft... fine, be like that!" The thanks I get for trying to help!" He stalked off, and being naturally curious, Tyler inquired, "-What was he gonna ask?" Jacque gave a snort. "-Oh, that." If he could grab my ass in front of people." The guys stared in bewilderment. "-You didn't know?" the lynx-caracal questioned. "Well see... Chislett has; in a word... a butt fetish." Aaron raised an eyebrow. "-Butt fetish?" he echoed. "-Yeah, as in, there's nothing he likes better than a good piece of ass." And even though he's straight, that doesn't mean he's limited to only females... he'll stare at anyone's ass." I when I say anyone, I mean-" He broke off and glanced around each of them, "-Aaaanyone." Needless to say, there was a murmur of disturbed sounds and comments. Michael dared to ask, "-Uhhh... by anyone... you don't mean that he was... errr... checking us all out... the other day, do you?" The feline blinked calmly. "-Honestly?" Yes, he was, and by the way, Ian, is it?" Yeah, you're his top choice." The orange-haired hedgehog went red and spurted, "-E-excuse me?" "-What, it's compliment!" Jacque said sweetly, not realizing how much he'd just crept Ian out. Just then, Goresky came waltzing over to them. "-And heeello again, all!" he preened, joyously. His mate smiled, "-Salute, mon chere!" They both kissed each other on each cheek, like girlfriends. "-Oui, bien sur!" the cross-dressed warthog responded, with a relish. Amidst the playful flirting, Buckthorne braced the guts to interrupted, "-Uh, sorry to butt in... but Goresky, do you know where my buddy is?" Jacque gave a sniff, and chimed, "-Ah yes... where could that little thorn in the buttocks be?" Goresky gave a little gasp, remembering. "-Oh!" You mean Bullseye, oh right... well, he was kinda walking about ten feet behind me when we came in so... I guess he went in another direction." "-Ah," the wolf nodded. "-Probably off to sulk or something," the warthog added, rolling his eyes. Buckthorne shook his muzzle, "-Nope... in a place like this, he'll be looking for something to distract himself with, if you know what I mean..." Richard gave a snewd snigger, "-You mean someONE." The feline hybrid cocked an eyebrow. "-That so?" "-Oh yeah, I can assure you, he'll have someone on his hands in under the hour... we can all vouch, we've seen the old dog in action," Masevar added. Charles seethed, "-Indeed-" recalling Bullseye picking up a female rabbit, the night Masevar had been depressed at the bar. As the others joked about more examples, no one seemed to notice the thoughtful, scheming expression upon Jacque's face...
Bullseye had, indeed, intentionally gone out of Goresky's direction, and went to another corner of the dance club's bar. He asked for his order, and waited, sipping on a small water. He'd never forgotten the advice that his first female prospect, Candy, had given him, about drinking water, when consuming alcohol, to keep the brain hydrated. As hard as it was to believe, he was sentimental like that sometimes. Just them, he felt a presence before him, and a voice say, "-Hi there, big fella." He turned around to see none other than Jacque. Although, like his friends... he didn't know it was the lynx-caracal (especially since Jacque was putting on his best female voice)... in fact, believed he was sincerely a female! However, a few things did appear somewhat familiar, and Bullseye for a minute wondered if the feline was a previous lady consort he'd been with... But considering 'she' seemed to be pleased with him, maybe he was just seeing things. "-Is this seat taken?" Jacque inquired, innocently. The warthog gave a subtle grin, deciding to go for it. "-Not at all, sugar," he said smoothly. "You wanna take it... by all means." The lynx-caracal smiled, sweetly as he could. "-Why not then?" he agreed, and did so. Still, Bullseye found he couldn't shake the strange deja vu feeling off. So he daringly asked, "-Call me crazy for asking this but... have I... met you somewhere before?" I could swear-" Jacque threw back his head, and gave little shriek of laughter. "-Met me before!" My goodness... such a line, you tease," he giggled, giving Bullseye a little shove. The warthog relaxed. "-Oh... sorry about that... was just wonderin-" "-I prefer to start with a man buying me a drink," Jacque cut in. "I like me a Scotch on the rocks." Bullseye slapped a hand down on the table, and exclaimed, "-Well then, slap a kilt on me and call me Beathan!" Any preferred spot on ye Scottish mountain terrain?" He grinned, hoping the jest would have the desired effect. What a cheeky little devil... the feline thought. He had to be pretty confident to pull off a suggestive line like THAT to a random female... Yet all the same, Jacque's general attraction to the same sex grudgly admitted that this line would have worked on him, had it been said by an appealing person. "-Ooho!" My, my... I daresay, you're being quite bold for a first impression, no?" the lynx-caracal pointed out, coyly. Bullseye shrugged, in a dignified matter, "-All depends in how one would prefer to see it." I could be either, as you said... simply 'playing' with words, or I could be merely making some small talk, to break the stranger wall of silence." In the case, wondering if you've any opinion on Scottish culture." No offense meant." Ah-hah! So there was another trick... emotional toying. One second, he'd make you think he was throwing a pass, next second he'd act mildly surprised that you'd even think he was being forward. Hot to cold shock. "-Ah, I see..." Jacque murmured, thoughtfully. He figured, considering most women's sensitivity level, they would fall for Bullseye's faked sincerity and apologize for mistaking his intentions or drop the accusation. "-But forgive me; I believe you asked for a drink, Ms.-?" the warthog added, inquiringly. The feline saw his cue and smiled. "-Cecile." Jacqueline Cecile," he supplied, holding out his hand, the bright fingernails glistening. Instead of shaking it casually, Bullseye put on the treacling gentleman act, and took the hand, and lightly kissed the knuckles. "-Pleased to meet," he said, smoothly. Despite himself, Jacque felt several goosebumps. It was creepy how the despicable, irritating warthog was all the sudden some charming love-fool. Curses! At least he didn't catch the hint of the feline's real name in the fake one given... it was all still an undiscovered act. Perfect. "-I'm Bullseye Warthogg," the male said, brightly, in turn. This was one of his favourite parts of interaction with a female... when he introduced himself. Considering the potential for his first name, it could make for a good conversation starter or some flirting. Jacque guessed this, and so gave Bullseye what he wanted to hear, and the two chatted for a good while. The warthog seemed to be enjoying himself, thinking of his prospects in it. Jacque was in moods of sorts, in his head at least (though obviously, acted every bit as pleased as the other, on the outside). The lynx-caracal was bursting, he wanted to yell out right there and then that it was him, and reveal himself, but he wanted to make that shocking moment absolutely perfect, so held his tongue. At the same time, he couldn't help but take notes of Bullseye's tactics; clever bastard, they WERE effective... Had he been gay and a decent guy in another life, Jacque would've been attracted to him, no doubt. Really though, he thought all three of the Warthogg brothers were good-looking in their own right; it was their personalities that set them apart. The feline was glad he'd gotten the pick of the litter; Goresky. Bullseye was too cynical and shallow and just a jerk in general, and Chislett was too zany and eccentric for Jacque's taste. Not to mention they were both straight. But no matter. Using his own subtle wit, the feline managed to get Bullseye talking about his family, then narrowing it down to his brothers. "-And Goresky... well, frankly, he's kinda 'pitching for the other team', if you get what I'm saying!" Bullseye raved. Jacque, the actor as ever, pulled a shocked face. "-Is that so!" Really... does he have a boyfriend then?" The warthog grunted, "-Oh yarr... he does." Ironic though; at first, I thought it was a good thing, like if he didn't find someone, he'd be wasting his time... but recently, I just met this guy of his and... geesh!" Makes me wanna take back my first thought!" "-That bad, hmm?" the lynx-caracal questioned, innocently. "-Honestly, I really hate to be so picky about his first boyfriend and all-" Sure you do, liar! Jacque wanted to scream. "-but I just can't stand the guy!" Bullseye griped. "He's like... a tick!" You try and squish him, but you keep missing and the annoying little bugger keeps jumping onto a new place." Jacque kept calm, saving it all up for the big moment of truth. "-Sounds like you really don't think much of him," he noted. "But I do wonder... ever think of what he thinks of you?" The warthog coughed, "-Cripes, I don't even wanna know half the things that go through his head." The lynx-caracal baited him, coyly, "-Well, what if I told you that he thinks you're a man-whoring, egoistical fucktard, with all mouth and no balls?" Bullseye went pale in the face, quite shocked. "-Uhh... that's... quite specific." Err... is this your way of telling me that you KNOW him, or something?" The perfect cue. Jacque's lips pulled back, into an amused smile, as he leaned over, then dropped the look, and seriously said, in his NORMAL voice, "-Guess again." Hearing the masculine tone, Bullseye yelped, "-What the fuck!" and jumped to his feet, backing away. The feline slowly got up, grinning with satisfaction, as he continued, switching back to the taunting feminine voice, "-You know, Bullseye... for an 'experienced' personnel, I thought you'd be able to pick out transvestites from the real thing." The warthog stared in bewilderment. "-Who the hell are you?" "-What, forgotten me so soon?" It's me-" Jacque then switched back to his natural male voice again, and with a flourish, took off his blonde wig. "-Jacque," he finished. "Surprised?" He watched as Bullseye's face fell in horror, wide-eyed and appalled, then he gave a loud shouting howl of disgust and bailed in the other direction. It was all glorious to the feline hybrid, and he was soaking his triumph up like a sponge. Adjusting the wig back onto his head, he beamed, "-I. Am. Fabulous!"
