Crazy trouble with love part 9
Gwen and Roger
Series: American Dad
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Roger hummed happily, making his way into the kitchen as the family sat around the table eating.
"Roger, FYI it's leftover night, so just eat what you find in the fridge." Stan called.
"Oh no worries Stan, I've already got my own little leftovers ready and waiting for me." He said as he licked his lips. "It's from that darling little French place downtown, you know, the one that got closed because the waiters called someone a slur?"
"Oh yeah, damn they had good breadsticks." He said with a nod as Roger opened the fridge and looked around, only to frown.
"Hey what happened to my pot pie!?" Roger asked as he looked around before spotting the styrofoam carton in front of Francine. He rushed over and checked the sides before spotting his initials at the very bottom. "Francine! You ate my leftovers!"
"Oh no Roger, I didn't know it was yours. I just thought it was there for anyone to take. I'm sorry." She said as Roger looked at her in shock. "Sorry, I'll make it up to you later when I go out shopping." She said as Roger frowned and narrowed his eyes.
"Oh no, you won't, you will rue the day you have crossed me Francine Smith!" he declared with a frown while pointing at her. "I will have my vengeance!"
"Roger, it was an accident, the food isn't even that good!" She defended, only for him to shake his finger in her face.
"Vengeance!" He repeated before making his way out of the kitchen quickly and making it all go quiet.
"...eh, what's the worst that could happen?" She said with a shrug, unaware of the other family members looking at each other, all well versed on Rogers bullshit and how far he would go for drama.
"Uh…" Steve opened his mouth before Stan shook his head quickly.
"No Steve, she has to learn as we all did." He said quietly as Francine just went back to eating. "She must learn…"
Up in the attic, Roger rubbed his chin, having somehow and quickly set up numerous notes and papers on a board with tacks and string, in the center showing Francine's face.
"Ok… so I can't sell her to that sweatshop in Jamaica, Stan would kill me…" He mused, crossing out one of the notes on the board. "And I can't get her stranded on an island, chances are she'd get a lift back by flashing her saggy tits to some horny fishermen." He mused as he looked at the board. "What to do, what to do…" He muttered, scratching his head.
He needed to find the perfect revenge plan. Something that wouldn't give Stan a reason to kill him or kick his ass, again. He needed something that would devastated her, piss her off, and teach her a lesson, but wouldn't backfire on him.
"What to do….what to do…." He mused, looking over the board before one photo caught his attention. That being Gwen, who looked like she was drunk and flashing her tits at the camera. "Wait a sec…that's it! Who says I need to fuck with Franny personally? What better way for revenge than by fucking with her precious sister?" He chuckled as he grabbed the photo with glee. "Yes, yes, this is perfect! Gwen and Francine will never now what hit them!" He made his way over to his closet and rubbed his chin. "Hmmm, but if my plan is gonna work, I need the perfect persona. One that Gwen won't be able to resist."
He made his way over to his closet, grinning as ideas flashed inside his head. "Oh yeah, this is gonna be good, this shall be one of my finest creations, tuned into the task of seducing Gwen! Mwahahahaha!"
(Later)
'Ok, I know most of her likes and dislikes thanks to facebook, I know she's in this bar…showtime~' Thought Roger, wearing a slicked back black wig, an open black leather vest with red fingerless gloves on, ripped blue jeans, with a pair of dark tinted sunglasses over his eyes. 'Time for Chen Coolizgan to make his move!'
He made his way into the bar with a confident swag, looking around at the various people getting drunk and having a good time, trying to find the asian woman. He scanned the bar before spotting her near the end, seemingly flirting with a guy who was unaware she was picking his pocket. "Bingo." he smirked and walked over.
"C'mon, how about you buy little old me a few more drinks~" Gwen cooed, trying to milk this guy for all he was worth.
"A-Ah don't know, ah'm kinda low on cash." slurred the guy, letting out a hiccup while swaying a bit.
"C'mon, just put it on your tab, you can pay it later." She said before someone shoved the guy away from her. She turned her head, only to look down and see Roger there with his fists on his hips. "Who the heck are you?"
"Names Chen Coolizgan, I love hot women, smart Asian women, and I have more money than I do senses." He listed off casually and with ease. "And let me tell you, you got one fine ass that I just happened to see when I came in."
"I see, well then, how about you buy us a round of drinks…Chen, right?" Gwen said, intrigued and curious by the strange man.
"Yo barkeep, get this lovely, and might I add smart looking, young lady your most expensive drink." He said as Gwen perked up a bit.
"Make that two, something tells me I'm going to be here with this guy for a bit."
The barkeep went ahead to grab the drinks before Gwen faced the disguised alien.
"So, Chen, tell me about yourself."
"Well, I'm a college graduate, and right now my old man died so I have more money than god, and I'm not sure if I want to get a job just yet, I was hoping to find the right person first." He listed off, trying to keep her engaged. "Plus I'm not like some old fart, so saving all of it and not splurging it on tacky stuff is a no go in my book." He said as she grinned. "I'll tell you something, you look like just the right kind of gal I'd love to spoil with all my money hot stuff, the right ass and chest~"
"Well you're not wrong, I am quite the piece." She boasted.
"And I'll bet you've got more brains than any loose slut in this whole town."
"Aw shucks, aren't you the sweet talker." She chuckled as the bartender slipped over several very colorful and very potent drinks to them.
"Here ya go."
"Well hot stuff, you ready to get blitzed off your ass tonight?"
"Hell yeah." She said with a grin as she knocked back her drink, missing Roger looking at her with a smirk.
'Hook, line n sinker.'
(Later)
"T-Thank you for bringin' me home Cheeeen~" Slurred Gwen as she and 'Chen' entered her motel room.
"Hey, it's what Chen does for fine gals like you." He remarked smoothly while awkwardly helping her over to the bed where she promptly fell on her side with a giggle. 'Who knew Franny's sis was a lightweight compared to me? Thank you How to Videos.' He thought as he grinned at her. "Now then, now that we're alone, how about some fun~?"
"Heheheh, wow Chen, someone's more horny than meeeee~" She let out, sitting up and giving him a sultry look while casually spreading her legs.
'This is easier than shooting fish in a barrel… in fact, why not make this even easier?' He thought as an idea struck him. "Before we get down and dirty, I might have something that'll make you feel better than anything cocaine could do to you."
"L-Liar!" She giggled as Roger smirked.
"Oh yeah? Try me." He said as he cracked his fingers. "Close your eyes and get ready to be amazed~" he said as she shut them. 'Might be a bit rusty, but I should be able to make this work, hopefully it doesn't make her whole body catch on fire.' He breathed in and out before holding up two of his fingers, one on each hand and suddenly they began to glow pink. 'Let's see if I still got it or not after all these years.' He thought as he approached her.
Gwen kept her eyes closed, albeit nearly passing out, but that's when she felt two something's press against her breasts, followed by a warm burning sensation. She moaned a bit as the two objects then began to trail up her body, around her neck, then suddenly she felt them slide into her ears. "W-Woah…this feels….wow~" She moaned.
'Alright, and….done!' Roger thought, feeling something squirt out of his fingers before pulling them out. "So, what did you think?"
"Ooooh~...what was….ooh fuck!" She let out, arching her back as she felt like her whole body got hotter, and it wasn't from the alcohol, so much she felt it go down to her cooch as she hit her peak.
"I'd say you liked it, huh?" Roger chuckled smugly as he saw her collapse. "Bet you can't take anymore, can ya?"
"N-Noooo…." Gwen moaned out, almost drooling.
"I bet you'd love some more though, huh?"
"Please….do it again…"
"You got it." Roger said with a smirk. 'By the time we're ready she'll be putty in my hands!'
(Later)
"Oh…Chen, I had a wonderful night~" smiled Gwen, naked and under the sheets while cuddling up beside the alien, who was still fully clothed.
"Same babe, last night was great." Roger said, cuddling up closer.
"I mean, what you did was…amazing! I've never felt like that, ever! You've got a magic touch~"
"You could say that~" Roger chuckled. 'I'm just glad it worked, I don't think I've done that on a human before.'
"I gotta admit, at first I was nervous. I thought you were like the usual guys I fuck, try and do something weird and freaky to me while I'm drunk and vulnerable, but I feel like…like I can trust you. You're the first guy to ever make me feel like this~" She sighed happily, unaware of the irony of her words.
"Oh yeah babe, I'd never mess with you." He waved his hand while looking at the audience and wiggled his eyebrows.
"I know, I'm just so glad I found you." She sighed happily, running her hand through his hair…until his wig came off. "What the?" she sat up and saw the wig on the sheets with surprise, making her look and gasp as Roger was caught off guard and felt on top his head.
"Oh….shit." He said as she sat up in shock.
'Oh my god! You were wearing a wig?!" She cried out before getting a good look at his face. "Oh my god your face!"
"Alright, you got me." Roger sighed. 'Ok, time for plan Z.. let's hope she's drunk enough and dumb enough to buy this.'
"Why is your skin gray? Why don't you have a nose?! Holy shit are you some alien?!" She cried out in shock and panic.
"Ok, yes, you got me, I am an alien. My name is Roger and I just have to say… you are why I came to this planet." He 'confessed', making her pause in confusion. "I came here.., because I love you Gwen, out of all the humans on planet earth I could tell that you were special."
"You…love me?" She asked in shock.
"Yes, to me, you're the most beautiful being in the universe." he declared. "When I first saw you from my home planet, it was like love at first sight."
"R-Really?" Gwen said, feeling touched. She also felt a bit lightheaded as well, but chalked it up to an early hangover.
"Not to mention the most smartest, especially compared to so many other humans on this planet." He said as she perked up a bit.
"I am pretty smart, aren't I?" She muttered to herself with pride.
"So when I realized I could finally see you after all this time I… well, I dressed up so I wouldn't scare you away." He looked down to really seem sad. "I figured you wouldn't really see me as hot without dressing up as your ideal guy."
Gwen was about to agree and kick him out when her mind felt blurry, and instead she found herself feeling sorry for him and touched. "You went through all that…for me?"
"Yes." He lied, glad she was believing him. "Unfortunately… I have to leave now."
"Leave?" She asked in shock. "Why?"
"It's not safe for me here right now, but…if you find it in your heart to see me again some day…I live at Francine's house, her husband saved me from the CIA."
"Hold it. You live with my sister?!" She cried out in shock. "What?!"
"Yeah, because her husband thinks I'm a risk to their family. I live with them now."
"So…this whole time…she kept this from me?" She asked, feeling outraged as Roger grinned.
"Kinda, but it was a family wide policy, the risk of someone blabbing about me to the CIA is too dangerous for me to just reveal myself to anyone, but you're special." He said smugly. "Plus, I wasn't sure at first if you were the one, us aliens see stuff from space differently."
"That's…wow…." She let out, overwhelmed.
"That's a lot to process, so I'll just be going, but if you wanna see me again, you know where to find me." He said, putting on the wig again as he made his way to the door. "And for the record, last night was my first."
'I was his first..' she thought as he left, never seeing the large grin on his face.
'All according to plan~'
(Later)
"Ahhh, pecan sandies, is there any treat that is above thee my sweet?" Roger hummed happily, eating the treat happily. "Forget sex, just serve these babies at strip joints and it'd save them money on teenager strippers with daddy issues."
"Someone is in a good mood." Francine said, sitting down at the table with him, coffee in hand.
"Well I figured after taking care of some…business, I'd go ahead and treat myself." He said, snacking on the cookies.
"Well, glad to hear you're no longer in a funk about that silly pot pie."
"Oh come now Francine, I'm way more mature to worry about a silly pie, I'm over that." He said smugly when suddenly there was a knock on the front door.
"Coming!" Francine called before turning to Roger. "Roger, go upstairs and put something on, now!"
"On it." He got up and headed up the stairs while Francine waited till he was gone before answering the door.
"Hello, who is- Gwen?!" She called out in shock, seeing her sister waiting for her.
"Hey Francine." smiled the woman, looking like she had extra makeup on while dressed in her usual clothes.
"Gwen? What are you doing here?"
"What? Can't your favorite sister drop on by for another visit?" She said with a smile.
"Well of course you can, I just wasn't expecting you again so soon." Francine let her sister in with a smile. "What's the occasion?"
"Oh, nothing too special, just wanted to say hi, see how you were doing, see Roger, you know, normal stuff."
"Well right now he's a bit...wait, did you just say Roger?" Francine said, trying not to frown.
"Of course, is he here?"
"I…yes? How do you know him?" She asked in shock, trying to make sense of the scenario. "I'm sorry, I'm such a klutz, what was his last name again?" She asked quickly. 'Roger, what is going on, this better be due to a persona!'
"Well given how you and Stan have been letting him live with you, I figured he'd have your last name." she crossed her arms. "I know the truth Francine."
"What…how?!" She cried out in shock, pulling her in and shutting the door behind them.
"Let's just say Roger told me the truth, the whole truth." She said as Francine went pale. "About how he's a gray alien."
"Gwen, listen to me. You cannot tell a soul, not one about this! If you do and it gets back to the CIA, they'll do all sorts of horrible things to him, and probably do worse to us for hiding him." She said as Gwen nodded. "I mean it, the CIA is capable of all kinds of crazy things!"
"Relax, I'm not gonna tell a soul. I just wanted to come visit him." She said as Francine let out a sigh of relief.
"Ok…wait, why do you know him in the first place?" She asked in confusion.
"Don't worry about it."
"I feel like I should worry about it." She said as Gwen rolled her eyes.
"Look, just drop it, is he here or not?!"
"Uh…yeah, he's up in the attic." She said as Gwen perked up.
"Perfect! Roger, I'm here!" She called, quickly making her way up the stairs.
'I have a bad feeling about this.' Francine thought with a sigh, watching her sister disappear upstairs.
With Roger, he was in the middle of cleaning his bar, while also trying to wake up a drunk looking hobo laying on the floor.
"C'mon Dave, up and attem, you can come back in an hour."
"Oh Roger baby~" Gwen called, walking in with a smile. "There you are~"
"Oh hey…you?" He groaned, rubbing his head. 'Right, Gwen, I told her about me…'
"I couldn't stay away~" She purred, walking over and rubbing against him, trailing a hand up his side. "Did you miss me?"
"Not really." He said with a sigh as he began to walk away, with Gwen following him.
"You have such a great sense of humor Roger~"
"I'm not kidding, get out." He said, pushing the drunk down the attic stairs.
"Awww, but I came all this way to see you Roger~" she rubbed his back as he rolled his eyes. "I was thinking we could have another go~"
"No can do, I'm busy." He replied as he went back to cleaning a mug. "Gotta get this place nice and tidy before the early drink rush gets started. So...scram."
"Aw, c'mon, isn't there anything I can do to change your mind?" She groaned. "You said I was the whole reason you came to earth, and since you left I can't get you out of my head!"
"Yeah well I…" Roger started before pausing. "Actually...there just might be one thing." He said with a grin, looking her over.
"I'll do anything Roger, just name it!" she grinned eagerly, rubbing her legs together at the idea of what he might have in mind.
(Later)
"You're doing great, keep it up Gwen!"
"You got it Roger!" Gwen called happily, moving back to the bar with several trays of empty drinks in her hands. All the while decked out in a red Chinese dress that showed off her legs and a lot of cleavage.
"You're doing amazing!" Rover called again, making the woman smile even more. "Keep it up and don't stop!"
"You got it!" She called, feeling euphoric over making him happy.
'I should really use that mind warping thing more often.' He thought while several of the regulars cheered and ogled her as she brought their drinks around. 'If I knew it'd do this I could have gotten away with sooo many things. Eh, you live and learn.' he thought, watching her walk around smugly, ignoring the cheers his patrons were giving her. 'If she's willing to do this, this I wonder what else I can get her to do~'
"Woooh! Shake it hot stuff!"
"Yeah! Show us what you got!"
"Show us them tits!"
"What is going on up here?!" Stan called, making his way into the attic. "I can't concentrate with all this noise!"
"Nothing major, just trying to run a respectable business like any normal guy." Roger said with a grin as Stan looked around, only to spot Gwen.
"Whoa, is that-?"
"Gwen? Yep."
"Oh my god." Stan spoke with wide eyes as he stared at the asian. "She's…"
"Yep, figured that dress would work. Be careful you don't pitch a tent though." joked Roger. "Feel free to sit down and buy a drink though, paying customers can stare all they want."
"Uh…no!" he shook his head and glared. "Roger, what the hell is Francine's sister doing here?"
"Hi Stan, I came here to see Roger, isn't he great?" smiled Gwen moving over to rub her hands across Roger's chest with a seductive smile.
"I uh…" Stan said, unsure between giving a polite one and the truth. "No, not really… so you're here by your own free will, he didn't force you to come here?"
"Of course, why would I need to be forced to come visit this stud muffin~?" She asked, leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek.
"I see…" Stan said, raising an eye in suspicion before shrugging. "Good enough for me…you said if I buy a drink I can stay?"
"Eyup."
"...I'll take a scotch on the rocks."
"Right away." He said with a grin, preparing Stan's drink. 'Good, I have Stan hooked, now there's nothing Francine can do~'
'Just one drink and then I'll go tell Francine what's going on.' Stan thought, taking the time to get an eyeful of Gwen's chest. '...make that two drinks.'
(Later)
'Roger? Gwen? Are you two up here?" Francine called, knocking on the attic door. "Is everything going ok in there?" She called, knocking again, hearing faint music from the other side. "Hello?"
When she didn't get an answer she sighed and began to open the door. 'One peak won't hurt, right? If I see….god, if I see anything I'll just leave.' she thought as she poked her head inside, only for her jaw to drop open.
Inside the attic was a large group of men cheering at someone in the middle of the room who was dancing on a pole in a pair of sexy red lingerie, and her Jaw dropped as the figure spun around to reveal Gwen.
"Oh…my…god." She muttered, staring at the sight in shock. "This isn't real…this can't be real…"
"Oh yeah! Shake it baby!"
"Yeah! That's the good stuff!"
"Yeah, she has the goods, and remember, you can look but don't touch…and make sure to buy a drink~!" Roger called from behind the bar, serving several drinks.
"ROGER! A word!" Francine shouted, shaking herself out of her shock as she stormed up, grabbing the alien by the arm and pulling him away from the bar.
"Easy there Franny." He spoke as she dragged him out to the hall. "Geez, what crawled up your fanny?"
"Roger, what the hell is going on, why is my sister here?!" She demanded.
"Oh that. Well don't get mad, but...she's nuts for me." He said with a shrug. "She went gray and now there's no going back."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" She snapped angrily. "And what was with that stripper pole?!"
"Franny, look, I don't know what to tell you except she loves me."
"That doesn't make any sense!" Francine snapped incredulously. "She barely knows you!"
"Not my fault I got what the ladies want." He said with a smug grin as he looked Francine up and down. "If you want you can join her, I always need another waitress at the bar, and I bet you'd be a hit at the poles too."
That made her clench her hand before decking him right in the face.
"You little bastard, I'll fucking kill you if you don't fix her!"
"Ow! Hey don't blame this all on me! She's the little nympho here!" Roger cried, scuttling backwards in an attempt to get away from the angry blonde.
"You sick son of a bitch!" She growled. "You get in her, get her out of that dress, and fix her or something, or I'm telling Stan to send your ass to area 51 in pieces!"
"But Francine!"
"No buts! Now get in there and stop taking advantage of my sister!"
"Alright alright! Not really much to take advantage of." he muttered before walking off. 'She's practically throwing herself at me... no, no, not practically, she IS throwing herself at me.' He thought, rubbing his face. 'Technically I haven't done anything wrong, she's agreed to everything willingly… or at least as willingly as Francine and Stan can prove.'
He headed back inside and spotted Gwen grinding up against the pole, men tossing tons and tons of dollars at her feet. 'Damn I'm gonna miss the cash she brings in, but I think I've almost made my point to Francine.'
"Woohoo! Shake it baby!" Cheered out Stan from his seat.
'Hmmm…. Then again, Stan is on my side, it's clear Francine can't do anything, can she?' He thought, starting to grin. 'I bet I can still have some fun with this~' He made his way over to said agent. "Hey Stan, enjoying yourself?"
"Hell yeah." he said, his eyes never leaving Gwen.
"I suppose you're enjoying the show, huh?"
"You betcha!"
"I'd bet you'd be against seeing her leave, Francine is saying she wants Gwen gone."
"What? Why?" he looked surprised. "She's not doing anything wrong. Just…helping you around here."
"That's what I said! She said you'd send me back to area 51 if I didn't get rid of her." He said, grinning as Stan turned to him with a frown.
"Well that's a bit much isn't it? I mean, sure the music is loud, sure she and Gwen aren't perfect sisters, but so what if she's on a stripping pole in our own attic while getting m-oh I see now." he remarked when he felt the dots click. "Ok now I see why she might be upset."
"Yeah, it's ridiculous, I didn't make Gwen do anything, so why would she be mad at me?"
"Hmmm, let me go talk to her and see if I can get her to calm down."
"Thanks Stan!" Roger called happily as he left to go deal with Francine. 'Hook line and sinker~'
"Hey Roger! Check this out!" Called Gwen, who started twerking her ass against the pole in his linesight.
"Yeah, keep it up Gwen, you look amazing!" He called, making her beam. 'Hmmm, I wonder what I should get her to do next to piss off Francine?'
"Hey Francine, we need to talk." Stan called, looking for Francine. 'This is not going to be a fun conversation.'
(Later)
"Stan, this is insane! You can't be serious!"
"Francine, you're being ridiculous." Stan sighed as Francine glared at him.
"How am I being ridiculous? Roger's the one making my sister dance like a whore!"
"Technically the term is stripper, and she seemed like she was completely willing."
"That's not the point, you just need to stop her and him!"
"Francine, look, you need to understand, even if he IS making her do this against her will, which doesn't seem to be the case, trying to make them stop would just make it worse." he said, making her look at him in confusion. "This is Roger we're talking about, he has the attention span of a goldfish, he'll lose interest on his own eventually, just enjoy seeing your sister here until he gets bored and she leaves."
"Well…you're not wrong, but how the hell am I supposed to wait around? How would you feel if it was your own mother doing that up there?"
"...ok, fair enough, just…don't go up there for now." Stan sighed. "Roger will get over her and be on to the next stupid thing in no time. He's done it before, he always does, and this time won't be any different."
"But-"
"But nothing Francine, just let it play itself out, it'll work out eventually, trust me." he finished before leaving her alone to think it over for herself.
'Ok…maybe Stan's right, maybe me butting in will just make it worse…I guess if I don't go up there I can pretend nothing is happening…' She thought before Steve came running in.
"Mom! You'll never guess what I saw! Aunt Gwen!"
"Yes Steve I know, she's…helping out Roger."
"You mean dressed up like a Brazilian dancer?" He cried out, making Francine sit up.
"What?!" She let out before shoving Steve aside and ran up to the attic, going wide eyed when she saw her sister dressed up in the scantily clad body, with tassels attached to the parts that covered her nipples, and the lower part looking like a thong. "Roger!"
"Hey Franny, you're right in time for Brazilian cocktail night!" He called out as she stamped over looking livid.
"Roger, this is going on too far, you can't keep doing this!"
"Oh Franny, I'm not making her do anything, she suggested the outfit." He said smugly.
Francine glared at him, and opened her mouth to say something, only to pause. 'Maybe…Stan is right. Roger wants me to freak out, and if I try to get him to stop he'll keep it up even longer…maybe not reacting will work?' she closed her mouth and took a deep breath to catch her breath. "That's….fine. Just try…not to make too much noise up here."
"Huh?" He asked, now the shocked one. "I uh…ok?"
"Dinner is at 8 Gwen." Francine called before turning to leave.
"You got it!" She called with a smile while Roger just watched Francine leave in shock.
"What the hell was that?" he muttered to himself. "She should have been screaming her head off."
"Roger, come and dance with me~" Gwen called, beckoning him over.
"Later." he called back before he went to make himself a drink. 'Damn, is she playing hardball with me, or does she not care anymore?' he questioned. 'And if she doesn't care or isn't bothered? Then what's the point in all this?' he thought, glancing over at Gwen. 'Maybe it's time to call it quits on this one, I made a boatload of cash, and I got Francine pissed off a few times.'
"Hey baby, why don't you give daddy a feel?" Called a drunken guy trying to grab at Gwen's ass.
"Hey, watch it, this ass is for Roger, not you!" She yelled before kicking the guy in the face, making him fall down, which in some weird way caused the rest of the drinkers to start a brawl with each other.
'Now it's no longer worth it.' Roger thought, seeing several of his tables, chairs and barstools being destroyed in the brawl. He sighed and reached under the counter, pulling out a revolver and casually loaded the bullets in, spun the chamber, and shot up to get their attention. "Alright you bums! You wanna kick your asses, take it outside, you're too drunk. But make sure to come by tomorrow morning for our special sale. Three bloody marys and get a free white russian."
The patrons slowly stopped fighting and went back to their drinks, with a few stumbling out of the bar.
'Ugh, what a mess.' He thought, putting the gun away while Gwen climbed off the stage and over.
"Wow Roger, you got that handled pretty easy. That was hot~" She said, rubbing up against him with a grin. "How about you close the bar and we have some fun~"
"Yeah not gonna happen. You can go ahead and change out of that, I don't need it anymore."
"Oh, ok, well what should I change into next then?"
"Nothing, you can go home for today."
"Go home?" She looked confused. "But I don't want to."
"Well, you're done here, and I got work to do."
"Then I'll help, I'll clean up." She said, making Roger sigh.
"No, it's fine, you can just leave, I'll take care of the mess later." He waved his hand as he grabbed the broom. "Go on, get out, I gotta get this place taken care of and back in shape."
"Well then I'll just buy a drink and stay until you're not busy."
"Yeeeah, noooo." Roger said, shaking his head. "You gotta gooooo."
"Awww, but Roger babe, I wanna staaay." Gwen groaned, leaning against him.
"Yeah, but no…go talk to Francine or something."
She pouted before turning and headed down the stairs.
'Ugh, finally, why did that take so long?' He thought as he swept up broken beer bottles. "Some bitches gotta learn the hard way."
(Later)
"Oh… you're still here…" Roger said, walking into the kitchen only to see Gwen sitting at the table. "I thought you were on your way home."
"Nope, I was waiting for you to be done upstairs babe."
"Well what for?" He asked with a sigh.
"So we can spend some more time together babe, what else?" She asked with a smile as he groaned. "I was thinking we could go downtown, find a rave, and just get fucked UP, see where the night takes us~"
"Sorry, no can do, I have another Persona to take care of." He said uncaringly. "But feel free to get shit faced, or coked out of your mind, or whatever, by yourself."\
"I don't want to get shit faced on my own though, I need to do it with you!" She argued. "And the thing you did before was way better than any high off the usual shit I've been on."
"Right, that, well, that was… a rare thing." he said, lying in an attempt to get rid of her. "Sorry, can't do it again for the next….400 years."
"400 years?!" She cried out in shock. "Roger, I need to feel that again though!"
"Not much else I can do." he casually shrugged. "Sorry."
"But I neeeeed it!" She moaned, hugging him desperately. "Pleeease!"
"Nope, no can do." He casually remarked to her pleading, but that's when his mind clicked. As in it came up with an idea without him realizing it, as in, the absolute perfect way to truly get back at Francine. "Actually, there is one thing…" He said, a grin coming to his face.
(Later)
Francine was reading a book while sitting on the living room couch, keeping herself distracted and thankful she hadn't heard anything from the attic, at least nothing that put her on edge or in a bad mood. 'I guess Stan gave Roger a talking too, good, good….I wonder if Gwens gone now?'
"Francine." Roger entered the room holding something in his hand. "I've got good news."
"You fixed Gwen?" She asked, putting down the book.
"Yes, and I'd be more than happy to send her home, but you have to sign this." he held the object out, shown as a form. "A contract, one where you promise never to eat any of my leftovers ever again."
"What? Is this what this has all been about?! The pot pie?!" she cried out while standing up. "You got my sister hooked on you, all because of leftovers?!"
"Well I mean if you don't want me to tell her to get out, I guess I'll just let her keep doing her thing." he casually remarked. "Hope you like Octoberfest, because I got my eye on the perfect number for her that would fit like a glove." He smirked as she glared at him. "Well, a glove a few sizes too small, but you get what I mean."
"Fine, if it means you'll stop being a baby, I'll sign it." She snapped, grabbing the paper and signing it quickly. "There, happy?"
"Oh trust me Franncine, you have no idea how happy this has made me." He said as she just huffed.
"Well, just make sure nothing like this happens again, alright?"
"Well I think for the next year you won't think about it, or at least I'd hope so. Gwen sweetie, come in here." Roger called with a smile, making the blonde's eyes widen as her sister walked into the room.
"Next year? Roger." she glared. "What's going on?"
"Just look at the fine print on the contract you signed." He smirked arrogantly as Francine snatched the paper and began to scan it, reading what it actually said. It did declare that she wouldn't eat any more of Roger's leftovers, but that was just a small part. "Ya see after making a few personas who happen to be well established lawyers, you tend to learn a few things, like learning how to slip in stuff that fucks someone over."
"Gwen's staying here for a whole year?!" She cried out, continuing to read, seeing all the demands Roger had added that she had agreed too.
"Eyup. I figured since she's desperate for me, what better way to help you get use to the idea than having her legally allowed to stay here for a year? You're welcome." He said with a smirk.
"YOU!" She cried, sitting up angrily and reaching out to throttle him.
"Ah ah ah, keep reading, you can't do that either~" Roger said, stepping back smugly. "In fact, you'll be pleasantly surprised to find all the new things I can do and the things YOU have to do now!" He sang out happily as she paused, continuing to read as she began to fill with dread.
"I have to be there to watch you two when you go at it?! Forget it!" She threw it down with a glare. "I'm not doing that you bastard!"
"Well, there is an alternative as well, instead of watching you can either participate, or you can work for me in several of my businesses~"
"And what's to stop me from burning this and having Stan beat the hell out of you?"
"I already got Stan to sign several contracts as well." he added smugly. "And he loves having Gwen here."
"You mother fucker!" She yelled, moving to strangle him before Gwen grabbed her wrists and held her back. "Out of my way! I'm gonna kill him!"
"You can't kill him, I love him!" She shouted, holding Francine back. "You signed the contract, and if you try to break it, I'll make sure you get thrown in the slammer, family or not!"
"Wha- Gwen?! You can't be serious!"
"I'm as serious as a heart attack!"
"I wouldn't get so mad Franny, a year goes by like that." Smirked Roger sitting in the chair. "Besides, what's wrong with having family over?"
"You fucking her!"
"Well it's more entertaining than the stuff you and Stan do that's for sure, oooh." Gwen moaned as Francine groaned.
'All this because of a pot pie…damn it Roger.'
'This is gonna be a fun year~'