The arranged "date" as it were came at last, and at six o'clock, Bullseye and Buckthorne made the drive around town, in their hummer, to pick up the guys, except for Michael, Richard and Ian, who were the only others who had a vehicle. Rockavar and Masevar had taken some extra convincing to come with; they'd balked at first when Bullseye told them they couldn't bring Vera and Aleena, that this was a guy's night out; they could bring the girls next time. But they finally gave in, nonetheless; they were loyal to the crew after all. Lewis was the only one who was secretly glad that Bullseye had prevented the girls coming; he felt better knowing he wouldn't have to watch Rockavar fondling his sister, as usual. He didn't say this outloud, obviously, but Rockavar sensed him thinking it, and so, ignored Lewis the entire car-ride, to show his irritation. The tension made everyone else nervous, to the point it forced Tyler desperately tried to make some chat with Bullseye to break silence. "-So, do your bros have their own ride?" "-Yeah, they got the truck." "-Oh yeah... so, we meeting 'em somewhere or at the joint?" "-They said to meet them there." I assume they'll either wait outside, or we'll just eventually bump into them inside." We've got enough of us for a search party, if worse comes to worse." "-Oh, okay." They continued the light small talk until they finally reached their destination. The other three, in their ride, followed right behind, and parked a few car spaces away. They all piled out of their vehicles, Charles and Masevar being the most eager and grateful to be out, having been seated between the irrepressible foxes, the whole ride. Once the guys were all together in a group, Bullseye was about to give them the go ahead to head on in, but Lewis gave him a sudden poke in the shoulder. "-Hey, Bullseye?" "-Yeah, Lou?" "-Did your brothers, by any chance, tell you what they were wearing tonight?" The warthog gave him a funny look, at the seemingly absurd question, as did most of the others as well. "-No... they're probably wearing the same outfits as they always do... why?" "-Oh, just wondering... considering that apparent transvestite over there looks like your brother," Lewis responded, significantly. Bullseye's gaze instantly whirled over to where his friend was gesturing at, hoping wildly that the assumption was wrong. No such luck. The said person was, indeed, Goresky himself. But a very gender-bent looking Goresky; in a very feminine attire, complete with a tank top (which had been stuffed and adjusted in some way to give a bosomed-look, considering his obvious lack of the real things), tight dress pants, high-heels, dainty purse, eye-makeup, dangling earrings, glimmering bracelets, and permed, fluffy new hairdo. He didn't look half too bad in it all, but his muscular body made him a rather butch-looking female. That, and all male warthogs, at least, knew perfectly well that female warthogs did not have tusks. His younger brother stared in horror, slack-jawed with disgust. The other guys glanced in both surprise, bewilderment, and awe. They also couldn't help but wonder what Bullseye was going to do... which didn't take long. "-JESUS-FUCKING-CHRIST!" he shouted at random, with fury. "Are you KIDDING me!" His friends followed slowly and cautiously behind him, as the warthog stormed towards his brother. "-Goresky?" The older brother turned in his direction, and his face brightened at the sight. "-Bullseye!" Guys!" You all finally made it!" He then noticed his younger triplet's fuming expression. "Something wrong, little brother?" he inquired, innocently. Bullseye gave a slight cough. "-Something wrong, huh?" I think I speak for all of us when I say... what-the-fuck-is-this?" he shrieked, waving him arms in gesture to the cross-dressing outfit. Goresky looked at him, calmly. "-Well you know what Bullseye... I think I speak for all of society when I say... don't-censor-me!" he shot back, mocking Bullseye's hand movements too. "You don't like this... well your problem then, not mine!" Sorry you feel that way." He paused. "Besides, in all fairness YOU brought this upon yourself," Goresky added, with a sniff. His brother's face screwed up, in confusion. "-Come again?" What's THAT supposed to mean?" The eldest Warthogg smiled, sickeningly sweet, grabbed Bullseye by the arm, and started to drag him to the side. "-You guys go right on in, we'll be with you in a minute.. me and my brother just need a quick 'chat'," Goresky excused them. Bullseye glanced helplessly as his friends took off, and he was left alone to his cross-dressing sibling. He sighed moodily, as his brother continued, "-Okay, getting back to your question." What was I talking about?" Well why don't you tell me, brother?" It has to with YOU after all." The younger triplet hissed, "What ABOUT me?" "-Oh come on, Bullseye... isn't there something you want to tell me about?" Anything... I should know?" "-No," Bullseye grunted. "But you know what's one of my biggest pet peeves?" PEOPLE WHO DON'T GET TO THE FUCKING POINT!" So quit being a pansy ass and just say whatever the hell is putting your panties in a twist!" Goresky was silent a minute, his arms crossed and one foot slightly tapping. "-Very well then..." he responded. "Since you won't, I will." Tell me, little brother... just what exactly were you thinking at lunch a few days ago, when you so jackassingly told off my boyfriend when I specifically asked you to not start?" Hmm?" Bullseye's face fell, as he pursed his lips tightly. "-He told you, didn't he?" he demanded. "Should've known the fucker would squeal!" His brother grew cross. "-You keep talking about him like that, next time I'll come wearing a mini-skirt and a leopard print thong." Is that what you want?" he threatened. Bullseye quickly backed down. The thought alone made him feel ill. "-GOD no," he gulped. "-Good boy, that's what I thought," Goresky told him. "And while I can't keep you from... hating Jacque, obviously... I will ask that you at least somewhat behave yourself around him." Ignore him if you have to... that's fine." Just... DON'T... START." Ca pishe?" The youngest Warthogg fumed, miserably, "-Fiiine... I'll try to restrain myself for ONE night." "-That's better." And you're good, then maybe next time I won't embarrass you in front of your friends." "-Goody," Bullseye jeered, sourly. Goresky shifted his purse to his other shoulder. "-Well then... I think I've scolded you enough for one night." Shall we?" "-Please," his brother pressed, wanting to get in and away from him already. They both headed towards the door, Goresky walking in front of him. But when they reached the door, Bullseye was rather stumped when his brother took a step sideways from the entrance and stood there. "-What?" What are you waiting for?" the warthog asked. Goresky turned to him and questioned, "-Aren't you going to open the door for me?" Bullseye dead-halted to the spot. "...Excuse me?" "-What, don't you open doors for your 'lady friends'?" Goresky inquired, airly. Now Bullseye got what he was getting at. He gave a cold smile. "-Why yes I do... and when I see a lady, I'll gladly do so for her." He was staring right at Goresky, to finish the insult. Getting the hit, Goresky propped his hands on his hips, challengingly. "-Well, since tonight I'm Gina Wyngarda, I'll gladly wait for a decent gentleman to let me in," he shot back. The two brothers stood their ground, stubbornly, waiting for the other to cave. No one else around seemed to be coming in, so they continued to stand there. Finally, Bullseye was fed up and cracked. As he stormed forward, grabbed the door handle, and swung it back, he growled, "-I hate you." I hate you so fucking much, you know that?" "-Thanks hun, love you too," Goresky replied, ignoring him, and made a kissy face, as he triumphantly walked in. Bullseye shuddered, and quickly glanced around, hoping no one had seen that. "-What the fuck did I do in a past life to deserve this?" he griped to himself, and slammed the door behind him.

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!"