Showers were always refreshing. Trowa stepped out, drying himself before pulling on his boxers. It wasn't long before he found his comb started fixing his hair. That signature hair style didn't come naturally, after all. After he was sure his hair was perfect, he went about the usual...brushing teeth, deodorant, and all that. He was just about to head back to his room when Duo opened the bathroom door.

"Hurry the hell up! We are so late!"

"Damnit, Duo! Knock next time!" Pushing Duo out of the way, Trowa headed into his room, stopping at his dresser to pull out a tight fitting black shirt and a black t-shirt to go over it. The undershirt had holes for his fingers and thumb at the wrist that formed a sort of armwarmer, and safety pins up the arm.

After pulling them on, he grabbed a pair of baggy black pants, complete with bondage straps, and pulled them on as well. Last were his boots and spiked choker, and he was set. Naturally, Duo was leaning against the wall outside his room, ready to go. Trowa honestly didn't know why he had agreed to rent the apartment with the weirdo.

"'Bout time. The girls are gonna be pissed."

"Shuddup. Go start the car, I'm coming."

Duo headed out and down the stairs, while Trowa took one last glance in the mirror before following, and hopped into the passenger seat of the Chevrolet Beretta.

"Your car sucks, Duo. You know that, right?"

"Until you have wheels of your own, don't dis my baby. It's rude."

Trowa simply rolled his eyes as they pulled out onto the road. The ride to the bar was quiet until he spoke up. "...So who do you have me with this time, Matchmaker?"

"You're gonna love her, don't worry. Just relax."

"I have a right to be nervous. The last time you set me up with someone I ended up in my boxers, handcuffed, and on my knees."

"I thought you of all people would appreciate that."

"I would have if it wasn't outside our apartment complex in the middle of the night."

"True..."

The Hurricane. It was the usual bar. Trowa and Duo had been there more times than they could count. Duo pulled into a parking spot and they both got out, Trowa yawning. If he had another psycho date, he swore to himself he was simply going to walk out. Duo had a tendency to pick the worst dates.

When they walked in, Duo nodded towards the bar. "There she is. In the blue jacket. Go get her."

Trowa would have, if his legs worked. Long brown hair...perfect shape…it couldn't be, could it?

"Where are you goi- Trowa!"

He stepped outside, hands going to his pockets. Was Duo crazy? No way he could spend a whole day with Relena...