It took Ciel a really long time to get ready. The man didn't have that many casual clothes, furthermore, he wasn't sure how to put together what he had. Thus, it was up to the menace to save him. The menace tried many variations, but unsurprisingly, most of them showed off the Watchdog's figure. It was obvious that the man was dressing his spouse for himself, but Ciel didn't mind. Ultimately, the menace settled on a dark blue shirt with long sleeves that had shrunk in the wash. He rolled up the sleeves to the bluenette's elbows and lent him a necklace. When the blue Phantomhive looked in the mirror, he chuckled at his own appearance.
"I see..." he said flatly despite his smile.
"Damn, are you a highchair?" teasingly asked the menace, wrapping his arms around the other's waist, all the while running his hands down his spouse's back. "...'Cause I wanna put a baby in you."
Loudly, Ciel snorted at the terrible line. "I see what you like..."
"Yup. I'll change it, though, if it's too weird for you."
"Well, we're going to a gay club, so I'm sure I'll be fine. The tightness is kind of constrictive, though. If I lift my arms too high, the shirt will come off."
"You could always take it off..." suggested the blonde with no ounce of seriousness whatsoever.
"It sounds like you don't really want to go to the club. It sounds like you want something else..."
"Well, if I get lucky later tonight, so be it." Gently, Alois placed a kiss against the other's lips. "But for real, I'll find a better outfit for you. Those pants are staying, though."
"I can't complain about that. They're surprisingly comfortable."
"Right?" laughed the menace while releasing the other and heading toward the wardrobe. Plucking out a few items, he instructed the other man to remove the shirt he was wearing. From there, he picked out a simple white shirt and a blue sweater to go over it before tossing them his husband's way.
"Just leave the top two buttons undone and you should be fine." he said, folding his arms and leaning against the wall as he watched the other. Once Ciel was dressed, they grabbed their coats and Alois picked up his car keys before the two of them headed out.
They met Kristopherson while they were both trying to find parking by coincidence and settled on where they were going to meet up again. They just happened to arrive at about the same time, as both groups decided to get there early so that they could get a good place in line. In Kristopherson's car, they could see the wolfman himself, along with Logan in the passenger seat and Daniel in the back. The Westley seemed immensely excited while Logan seemed rather nervous. He was justified, as he had never been in a club of any sort before this.
After finding spaces, the groups met up and got in line, surprised at how many other people had the same idea as them. They chatted as they stood there with only the occasional complaint. Logan stood on the side next to the wall while Kristopherson stood at his other shoulder, holding his hand to keep him feeling comfortable. They were slightly awkward with the gesture, wondering how Ciel and Alois did it with hardly any thought. The demons just stood there casually while talking both amongst themselves and to their friends. The person who complained the most was singleman Daniel Westley, who was anxious to get inside the building as soon as possible.
"Calm down, don't piss yourself." snarkily scolded the wolfman, putting a hand on his hip. "Why are you so anxious to get inside anyway? It's still gonna be there when we get to the front."
"Yeah, but I didn't come here to stand around. I came here to have a good time." Daniel replied, looking over his shoulder at Kristopherson and Logan. "And maybe score, if I'm honest."
"Good luck with that." Alois urged, knowing how it was going to end if Daniel tried. The Westley wasn't exactly the best at flirting. In fact, none of them there had ever seen Daniel genuinely flirt before. It might go okay, but none of them had high hopes. Mostly, they expected him to just dance, hang out, and have a good time like the rest of them.
After having their I.D.s checked, the crew went inside, occupying a table surrounded by a large couch that almost wrapped around it. They took a seat there and talked for a while, both talking about the new environment they were in as well as taking it in. There were lights and booming bass just like most clubs they've gone to. The only difference was that it somehow felt friendlier in a way that confused them.
Oddly, the ones who felt the most comfortable there were the ones who were the least likely to go to one as Ciel rested his arm on the back of the seat behind his date's shoulders. Alois leaned against his spouse as he would practically anywhere else. Meanwhile, Kristopherson and Logan just sat next to each other, still awkward and new to their relationship. Dan, however, ordered drinks and seemed determined to drink more than anybody else. He would succeed due to the fact that no one else wanted to, much to his dissappointment.
"Oh, come on!" he protested. "Why am I the only one drinking?"
"None of us get anything out of it." the menace informed. "One of the downsides to being a supernatural, if you can call it one. Personally, I think someone just pissed in a bottle and sold it to you, but if you're about that life, who am I to judge."
"Just don't get drunk and make a scene." Ciel added.
"Getting drunk is the point!" argued the Westley. "Why else would anyone drink?"
"Well, actually-" started the Watchdog before being interrupted.
"Is this gonna be a history lesson?"
"...Perhaps?"
"I don't want it."
"Please yourself." Ciel replied with a roll of his eye.
"Oh, I will. In a minute." Daniel answered before turning to the wolfman. "Kris, how do you hit on guys in a club?"
"How should I know? I've never done it before." stated Kristopherson with a shrug. "Trial and error?"
"How can you not know! I thought you were my guide into this gay world!" lamented the brunet. "My gay sensei! My Gay-sha!"
"A geisha and a sensei aren't the same thing."
"Whatever! How am I supposed to get a date now?!"
"You don't get dates by picking someone up at a club." said Alois, chiming in. "That's a one night stand."
"What?" confusedly asked Daniel with a blank expression.
"You'll get someone to do you, not date you." Kristopherson reiterated. "Do you really want to bring some stranger into your house with your sister there to see?"
"No!" barked the Westley while folding his arms. "How do you get dates, then?"
"Luck." spoke both demons and the wolfman all at once.
"Know men and women who are into men." Ciel clarified. "If you don't know any, you can't date any."
"Ugh!" groaned the brunet. "Why is this so hard?"
"There's not a lot of us and we look like everybody else." stated Kristopherson. "Just part of 'the lifestyle'."
"It sucks."
"Well, you can sit here, drink, and mope, or you can have a good time." the wolfman said. "I, for one, would like to go dance. What say you, Logan?"
"Sounds like fun." replied the incubus, standing up with his boyfriend.
"Who else wants to come?"
"Count me in." grinned the menace, looking over to his own partner. "You won't be lonely, will you?"
"No, you go on ahead." the Watchdog replied, patting the other demon's shoulder. "I'll watch everyone's stuff."
"Okay. Love you." Alois answered, planting a kiss on top of the mellow pooch's head while he stood up. "Don't get too bored."
"Have a good time." Ciel said, earning a couple finger guns and a wink from his spouse as the blonde walked away. The Watchdog simply watched after him, smiling softly as he other man started to dance in the crowd.
Squinting at the demon, Daniel tried to decode the reasoning behind Ciel's actions. "Are you really okay with your husband going out there and dancing on his own?"
"Hm? Well, yes. Why?"
"Aren't you worried someone might flirt with him?"
"Not really. If they do, he'll turn them down." stated the Watchdog calmly. "If they act aggressively, Jim has things covered. If he wants my help, I'll step in."
"You're weird." accused Westley. "Most guys would be nervous."
"About what? I'm secure in my relationship. 'Most guys' should be too. If they're not, that's concerning."
"What if a guy gets creepy, huh? What if he gets too 'friendly'?"
"Then Jim will teach him the proper way to interact with someone. If he needs me, then I'll intervene." the demon bluntly stated. For a moment, however, he stopped to pause. "Although, it might be bad if he's too rough on him..."
"See! Keep an eye on him."
"Sounds to me like you have your own problems you'd like to address." the Phantomhive stated while folding his arms. "Why are you so distrustful? Your possessive take on relationships is going to be a problem, should you get one if you don't put this aside."
"I don't have a problem." Daniel huffed before taking a drink to discourage the subject being pursued. He had no such luck as Ciel carried on anyway.
"What happened?" he asked. "Does it have to do with Kristopherson?" As soon as Ciel said that, his friend did a spit take, spewing his beverage on the table in front of them while choking. While the bluenette reached for some napkins, the Westley viciously denied his claim.
"Psh! No!" insisted the brunet. "Why would I? We're over. It doesn't matter!"
"Does it have to do with Logan?" Ciel inquired, seeming to hit the nail on the head. It was obvious as the other's expression fell and he grew quiet for once. It was a few seconds before Ciel got a response.
"How did you know?" Daniel hesitantly asked with a hint of embarrassment in his sad tone.
"It was the most logical assumption." informed the demon while he wiped down the table. "If there's anything I've learned about relationships, it's that talking will always sort out problems you might have."
"You and Alois are gross." scoffed Westley while still putting on a tough show. It was useless, though, and he knew it. With a sigh, he spoke truthfully. "Okay, I'll spill, but let me make something clear: I don't see Kris in that way anymore and I don't want to get with him."
"Right." nodded Ciel. "Go on."
"It's just that… He found somebody so quickly! Part of me is jealous because I can't find anybody, but part of me is… well, mad because it's like I was easy to replace!"
"You haven't been, though. He's is still your friend."
"I know. I'm glad. I'd be fuckin' upset if he wasn't, but it's like: was I that shitty?" inquired the brunet. "I mean look at them! They're out there, laughing and having a good time… We never did that."
"Did you offer?"
"Well… no..."
"Part of the reason why Kristopherson felt like you didn't care was that you didn't try." Ciel stated. "When you're in a relationship with someone, you have to work at it. You go and do things together. You ask about how their day went or about what they're latest obsession is, and you listen. Hell, you take actual interest in it even if it's not really your thing because it makes them happy. You need to do all of that and so must they for you. You have to give what you take. If there's no balance, at least someone is unhappy."
"So, you're saying it's my fault, huh?" solemnly questioned Daniel, looking down into his glass. "I didn't know what to do about it. I didn't know how to talk to him like that."
"Learning is part of the job. You just weren't ready. You will be one day, though. For now, just focus on bettering yourself as a human being."
"Weird, coming from a demon."
"Even demons can be in a happy, loving, marriage, you know." spoke the Watchdog, turning his gaze back to the dance floor. Resting his elbow on the table and his chin in his palm, he smiled. With a sigh, he dreamily gazed at his spouse from afar, watching the menace have a good time.
"Gaaaaaayyyy..." uttered the Westley in monotone, hitting his palms on the table before standing up. "I'm gonna go dance with the others. It's less gay on the dance floor than here."
"You're at a gay club. What do you expect?" Ciel retorted.
"Yeah, yeah..." Daniel said as while walking away. Once he was done talking, his demonic friend went right back to watching Alois.
It wasn't out of any sort of worry, but rather just because Ciel liked watching his husband dance. Seeing him have such a good time made him smile, even if he wasn't directly involved. Part of him was a tad envious with the crowd, yes, as he did want to dance with Alois. Alas the Watchdog was terrible at this type of dancing. He would embarrass both himself and the blonde, as well as causing a crowd so suffer from it second-hand. Even the thought of it caused the bluenette to cringe. Perhaps someday, his time would come, but alas, it wasn't yet.
A/N: I'm seriously running out of names for titles. Y'all don't know the struggle...
Hey, if Sebastian were here, would that make this place "Club Penguin?"
Terrible joke, but I don't care.
I actually didn't intend on touching on Dan's personal problems. This happens a lot. I start off like "yeah! Fun chapter! Nothing bad happening this time!" in my head, but as I write, we bring drama into it. What the fuck? Can we just have a good time?
Maybe next time... Doubt it...
Until the next chapter, my duckies~!
CHARACTER SHET
Question: "audrey, what are your thoughts on your father? would you ever want to meet him?" by cercocarpus
Audrey: "Eh, maybe... I dunno... Part of me really wants to, but another is like 'what's the point? I already have a dad?' I don't know what to really think about it."
