Naturally, news of the blonde's achievement spread through the proper channels and made its way to his friends. Kristopherson was so proud of him that he could hardly keep his mouth shut. The menace told him not to let the news break just yet, so the wolfman did his best as to not ruin his friend's moment. Still, he wanted in on the celebration.
"We have to do something." Kristopherson insisted as the Phantomhive sat on the edge of the counter in his shop. "Let's go out! It'll be fun!"
"I dunno… Where would we go?" asked Alois with a shrug. "What do people go out in do?"
"Well, I hear they go out, party and get drunk, I hear."
"Can't. Alcohol tastes like how pee smells, and I can't get drunk anyway."
"Why not?"
"Regeneration." the menace said. "My body just processes it like it's nothing."
"Wait, can I do that?" questioned Kristopherson. "Shit!"
"Sorry, man. Welcome to the club."
"Club..." the wolfman began, speaking slowly with a cryptic twinge. "Yes… I can work with that… Yes!"
Arching an eyebrow, the demon watched as the other man stood up and walked around to the front of the desk. "Work with what?"
"A club! Specifically a gay club. We've never gone before, have we?" clarified the wolfman. "C'mon! It'll be fun. You can dance, eat nachos- probably- it'll be great!"
"There's nachos at gay clubs?"
"I don't know. I've never been before. I just told you."
"I dunno..." Alois apprehensively answered. "Isn't that like, where you go to meet people? I'm married. You have a boyfriend."
"No, that's a straight thing. I think. Admittedly, I don't know a lot about how heterosexual relationships work..." Kristopherson paused as he got distracted with the thought before shaking his head. "Anyway, it's also just a place where you can go and be romantically involved with the same sex unapologetically. Remember when you two went on a date and some guy dumped his beer on you for dancing together? That won't happen. Well, unless you're cheating on somebody and got caught."
"Alright. I get it." chuckled the Phantomhive with a grin. "Not sure if it's really Ciel's thing though."
"Anything is that boy's 'thing' as long as you say you wanna do it, mate."
"True, but I don't like pulling that card."
"Well, think it over. Call me when you decide." Kristopherson replied. "I'll be taking Logan. Maybe Dan, too, if he's up for it."
"One for each arm."
"Fuck off. Dan will just be pissy if I don't invite him."
"I know. I was just fuckin' with ya." Alois laughed. "Think Dan will try to pick somebody up?"
"Nah. He'd probably get nervous and throw up." Kristopherson replied with a jarring level of bluntness. "Maybe he'll make it to the bathroom, maybe not..."
"If not, we all ditch the place, right?"
"Exactly."
"Still not sure if Ciel will wanna come. I'll ask, though." the Phantomhive said, standing up. "I need to start heading back."
"Alright. Again, tell me what the plan is. I hate it when someone gives you a 'maybe', and then when the night comes, you're sitting there waiting for a text when they've decided not to come."
"Yeah. What is up with that?"
"I have no idea, but these people must be stopped."
Not long after this, the menace left, waving finger guns at his friend. From there, he returned home and threw a bag of books at his husband. He had brought the Watchdog books that could be found nowhere else in the world but Gehenna. Ciel was just sitting there, minding his own business as the books fell in his lap. He didn't even bat an eyelash.
"Thanks, dear." was all the menace got out of him at first before Ciel started rummaging through the bag. "What do we have?"
"Well, there's a book that Dan's sister likes and highly recommends. It's about a girl who murders people branded with a mark in order to cut them open and read the book that is hidden inside."
"'Stomach Book?'"
"That's the one."
"Sounds like fun." Ciel replied, cracking it open and giving it a quick look over. "How's Kris doing? Did you stop by?"
"Yeah. He wants us all to go out to celebrate HELLSING getting funding for the new town." said Alois. He kicked off his shoes with a sigh, wiggling his toes once they were free.
"Oh yeah? What's he got planned?" asked the Watchdog.
"Gay club."
"Sounds like fun."
"Really?" Alois was surprised at Ciel. That was so completely of place for him. "I didn't think it was your kind of scene."
"Wait, am I invited?"
"Yes, you silly thing!" declared the menace, having a seat next to his beau. "He wanted all of us same-sex attracted types to go out together. I'm kinda curious, but if you don't want to go, you don't have to."
"Do you want me to go?" questioned the bluenette, putting down his book and looking toward the other.
"Well, it might be fun, but I don't want you to feel like you oughtta go because I want to. I'm fine just going."
"Hmm..." With a hum, Ciel pondered the proposal. Indeed, he knew that places with lots of people and dancing were really not his thing. In fact, it sort of made him nervous. However, most places had seating for those who weren't so rhythmically gifted when it comes to dancing freestyle, and they served things other than alcohol. It wasn't as though Ciel didn't have a place to escape to, if he needed it.
The reason why the man was considering it, however, was that he had never gone to such a place before either. It could prove to be a profitable learning experience. In addition, the idea of being able to kiss his spouse in public without some sort of commotion occurring was promising. It was a chance to show off, but then again, what did he have to prove?
"I'll go." the Watchdog said eventually. "If it's unbearable, I can always call a cab and leave you to it. Would that hurt your feelings?"
"Not at all. I'm kind of impressed that you'd be willing to try it, actually."
"I might as well. It could be a valuable learning experience."
"Is that right?" Alois turned his whole body to face him on the couch, sitting on his legs in the process. "Is that all?"
"Well, I'll admit, kissing you in public does sound appealing." Ciel admitted, causing the blonde to snicker. "Also watching you dance."
"I'm not going to do anything risque, so I hope you're not expecting much."
"Oh, no. I mean in general. I'd get jealous if you did something like that around other people."
"Oh, so if it's a private show, you'd be fine with it?"
"Well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't."
"Perv." accused the menace. "I see how it is."
"You act as though you wouldn't appreciate the same thing."
"You'd do a sexy dance for me?"
"Jim, my dear, I would do many things for you, but I believe that may be beyond my abilities." Ciel said in a tone of feigned sadness. "I can't dance on my own, you know."
"I know. I would say that it would be fun to see you try, but you might die from embarrassment."
"Your hypothesis is not at all far from reality."
"Which is worse? Sexy dancing for me, or dancing in a club?" Alois inquired with genuine curiosity.
"Hmmm..." pondered the bluenette. "I want to say the club..." he said, earning a laugh.
"Why's that?"
"Because if it's just you, I can probably get over it. As much as I aim to impress, making you laugh is also good, I suppose. Embarrassing myself in front of strangers, though? Not happening. Unless there's a slow dance involved, I'm useless."
"Poor baby." the blonde teased. "I might hold you to that, though."
"That's mean. I thought you loved me?"
"I do. That's why I want to see it."
"Not doing it." insisted Ciel, folding his arms. Once again, his pompous air had returned to him. Alois' grin only widened at this, as it had actually been a while since he had seen it, amusing him to no end.
"Fine. Then you have to dance with me at the club."
"Not doing that either."
"What will you allow me, then?" dramatically demanded Alois, leaning back and falling down so that he was laying on the couch. "What?!"
"What do you want?" the Watchdog asked.
"I'll settle for you wearing those pants that make your butt look great." informed the menace. "And I get to touch it."
"Oh, you do that anyway. That's fine."
"Yessssss!"
A/N: Abruptly cut off because it was three in the morning when I wrote this, and there was no end in sight. I still don't know how to end it. So, it's a cliffhanger/lazy cut-off.
Next chapter, we'll get going.
I want chapters where they're just doing ordinary shit. Give these kids a break.
A lot of people think Revy should dye his hair some kind of purple. I don't know if that suits him... Maybe he just dyes his hair every so often while trying to find out which one he likes best.
The lad wants to be #edgy.
Let him.
Until the next chapter, my duckies~!
CHARACTER SHET
Question: "revy (i'm predictable), do you have any thoughts on who you were before you died? ideas on what you were like? probably not, huh." by cercocarpus
Revy: "Nope. None at all. I have no idea what was before this. I'm still trying to figure out who I am now, so I haven't been focusing much on the past."
