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Clawd was preparing the wet-bar in the basement to be wrecked by his friends. Well, wrecked as in how much they'd probably drink tonight. He called up his father on the way home to tell him that tonight's game was nothing short of a bust and he figured that bummed out boys would probably want a couple drinks to wind down and rant.
His parents only rule was that once any of the boys began to drink - they did not leave their home regardless. The Wolf residence was always a safe place to be.
Clawdeen, Howleen and Clawnor headed downstairs to see if Clawd needed help with anything. The twins were beat after a long day of excitement and decided to head to bed much to everyone else's confusion. The doorbell rang and the twins didn't even howl at it… that's how everyone knew they were too tired to care.
Clawdeen ran back up the stairs to get the door. She wondered who it could be? It seemed a little quick for Deuce to be here already.
"Hi! I'm here for our mani's and pedi's," Frankie Stein smiled as the door was open. Clawdeen clasped a hand over her forehead. She forgot all about inviting Frankie over tonight after the game! "if it's a bad time… I can just go home?"
"No, no – Frankie, it's not a bad time. Just a little awkward, but you can handle awkward right?" Clawdeen wanted to make sure that her friend would be alright when her home turned into a college frat-boy party in less than an hour.
Frankie giggled, "Yeah, I'm the awkwardest I know."
"Me too," Clawdeen giggled and welcomed the ghoul into the home. "we're setting up downstairs, the guys are sure to be here, hungry and P.O'd about the game."
Frankie, as one of the fearleaders on the squad, saw what happened. "Ooh, I don't blame them. That was terrible what Rocco did to Deuce. I can't believe he'd stoop so low. And the ref let Granite City take the win! That's the worst thing he could've done."
"The boys think so too, so when Clawd called dad, he headed straight to the liquor store." Clawdeen giggled. "Mom scattered to the grocery store to get all kinds of snacks… Heath some ghost peppers, etc."
Clawnor sighed as he came up the stairs frustrated. "I misplaced my charger!"
Frankie furrowed her brows for a moment. "May I see that for a second?" She took young Clawnor's handheld gaming device and the battery went from 25% to 100% in about three seconds. "Here you go!"
His eyes lit up as if it were Christmas morning. "Thanks, Frankie! You're the best!"
She blushed and her bolts sparked lightly. "You're welcome!"
Heath and Jackson then opened the door with grocery bags, Scarlet Wolf followed them with a few bags on her arms. "You boys are wonderful for helping me out."
Heath shrugged his shoulders as they headed to the kitchen with the bags, stopping to take their shoes off promptly at the door. Heath's flamed converse right next to Jackson's plain red ones.
"I wasn't prepared for a party," Scarlet frowned to herself. Where was Deuce when she needed him? She heard that the team captain played dirty and they lost but she didn't know the details. She hoped the gorgon boy wouldn't spend too much time beating himself up over it. There would be other games.
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Yo Gil, where you at?
Deuce Gorgon sent his friend a text after quickly stopping by his place to grab a spare cell charger and his extra sunglasses that way he could give these back to Clawdeen. Looking at his gas gauge he noticed it would be a wise idea to stop and grab some while he waited for the manster to reply.
Out with Slo-Mo, grabbing a bite to eat.
The gorgon's fingers tapping the screen rapidly as he wrote his reply.
'Kay cool, you going to Clawd's?
Sure, we're down.
'Kay, I'll get you guys in about 5. Gotta get gas first.
He tossed his cellular onto the passenger seat, Deuce made sure he had everything before taking off.
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Meanwhile Slo-Mo was at the most notable Die-ner in town, about to take a bite of his burger-brain special when the lights of Deuce's hot-rod vehicle nearly blinded him. "Shit, can't even finish my burger. Why does he drive with such a lead foot? It's only been 3 minutes."
Gillington chuckled as he asked the familiar waitress for a take out container. "C'mon you big lug, you can maybe eat your burger on the way, if Deuce is alright with it? That car's his baby, y'know."
Slo-Mo grumbled and wrapped up his burger, bringing it with him. He paid the bill and tipped the waitress, giving her a cool, 'finger-gun' and a wink on the way out. "Can't a growing boy eat, Deuce?"
Gil raised a brow in question. "If you grow anymore you'll take up the backseat single-handedly."
"I don't know, it's pretty spacey back there." Deuce said, hitting the button to unlock the passenger door and shifting his stuff off the seat. "Slo-Mo, I'm sure Scarlet has food. You don't need to bring your own." Deuce teased his friend. All in fun of course.
Slo-Mo narrowed his eyes towards Deuce's rear-view mirror once he got into the vehicle - he knew the other saw him. "Well, you said 5 minutes, I took two bites out of my favorite burger and there you were. That was 3 record-breaking minutes your ass pulled up here in."
Gillington chuckled, "Sorry, he's still a bit pissy from the game. Not that I blame him! How are you doing?"
"Doing alright, can't change what happened." Deuce replied to the fresh-water monster, checking his mirrors before pulling out of where he had parked.
"When did you get a white pair of sunglasses?"
Slo-Mo asked, between bites of his favorite burger. "They look sharp."
"Thanks, they're Clawdeen's. She let me use them after mine were broken." He stated kind of liking them himself. "I'd hate to tell her but... pretty sure I pull them off better." The gorgon joked trying to lighten the mood.
Gillington chuckled. "I think you very well might."
"So… Lagoona's been flashing this ring all over her Facespook, Instascram, Critter..." Slo-Mo smiled, he couldn't wait one day for someone to be just as happy as she was, sporting a ring he gave her.
Gil's cheeks blushed. "Yeah, she has been, hasn't she?" He shrugged his shoulders. "It's not much, but I wanted to give her a real token of my feelings. So she would never doubt how much I care for her."
Not many would take Slo-Mo for the romantic type, but hearing that made him feel warm. He bit into the last portion of his burger.
"It's not the price tag of the ring, it's the meaning and thought that goes behind it that makes it so special." Deuce stated. "Plus the true love story is Slo-Mo and that burger. No ring can compare." Deuce teased.
Slo-Mo gave Deuce the middle finger in his rear-view, the gorgon chuckled.
"Speaking of Lagoona, what's she up to tonight?" Deuce questioned as he stopped for the red light, cursing slightly that he missed the green.
Gillington didn't actually know. When he was in the presence of his friends or family, he tried not to look at his iCoffin very often. He didn't want to come off as rude. "I'm not sure." He pulled it out and frowned. "Aww, her plans were canceled on her. She and one of the ghouls were gonna go out for a bite I think."
"Tell her we'll be there in about 10 minutes, she's coming with us." Deuce announced as the light turned green and he sped off. The young gorgon knew Clawdeen wouldn't mind if he invited her friend over.
Gillington did as he was told, less aggressively of course. He asked her if she would mind spending the evening with them at the Wolf's residence. There may be alcoholic beverages but it would be a better time than sitting at home alone.
He smiled. "She said she's down and that it's a race to see whether she can be ready quicker than Deuce can get there. Oh, she asked if Ghoulia was able to come? She was going to pry her from her homework long enough to eat but she can maybe convince her to come to Clawd's?"
Slo-Mo tightened his seatbelt and was thankful he was done his burger. He blushed with the thought of Ghoulia possibly joining them tonight.
"Yeah, no worries." Deuce didn't mind, as long as he had his tunes and gas he would be down going any where. "We will get Lagoona first, gives Ghoulia time to shut everything down and pack up."
Soon the vehicle turned down the familiar road and much to everyone's surprise, Lagoona was waiting on the curb for them. Her pajamas consisted of a silk tank top, one of Gil's hoodies and matching silk pajama pants. Ghoulia was right next to her, arms crossed, laptop bag over her shoulder and also donned in her leisure clothing. "I thought you said we'd be going out to eat?"
Lagoona gave the other ghoul a sheepish smile. "Well love, I figured that you haven't hit anything other than the books in quite some time and… maybe a party would be good for the both of us?"
The horror in Ghoulia's eyes were evident. "If this is some wild, teenage shin-dig that the authorities will raid, I want no part of it."
Lagoona giggled. "Don't be silly, love. It's only good friends at Clawd's place! It's always safe there, not to mention their home is pretty big, they have a computer room for you to safely keep your laptop and/or sneak off to if you feel overwhelmed by social interaction."
Ghoulia could think of a number of situations that could be worse than this one. "Alright… I will partake in this evening's shenanigans."
"If there's any crumbs in the back, we apologize. Slo-Mo was making slow-love to his burger." Gillington smirked as Deuce laughed.
Ghoulia cringed lightly and proceeded to open the back door of the vehicle. She got in, hugging her laptop bag close to her chest. Lagoona hopped in and squished Ghoulia up against Slo-Mo. Both zombies blushed.
"Hello loves!" Lagoona greeted everyone. She reached up and gave Gil's shoulder a reassuring squeeze, then she grabbed her seatbelt and fastened it.
With the simple, quick gesture Lagoona gave her boyfriend Gil… it was easy to see the love shared between the two. If only all relationships were as strong and simple as theirs.
"Everyone buckled?" Deuce questioned.
"Now he asks." Slo-Mo groaned under his breath as the gorgon pulled into a neighbor's driveway and quickly turned around. All they heard was Deuce chuckle as he took off towards the Wolf residence.
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The Wolf residence was always warm and welcoming, but the warm was more evident. Why was that? Barkley opened the door and he noticed 4 more teenagers, all of whom he recognized. He stepped aside. "Hey everyone, c'mon in. I apologize for the heat, but Heath's putting together the double-suicide sauce for his wings. I can't even step into the kitchen without breaking a sweat."
Lagoona giggled and waved. "Greetings, Mr. Wolf."
He smiled. "No need to be so formal, it's Barkley here."
Ghoulia gave a nod. "Greetings Mr. Barkley."
Slo-Mo held up his hand for a high-five. "Pops!"
Barkley smirked and accepted Slo-Mo's high five. "My man! C'mon in, I'll show you where you can keep that laptop safe, young miss."
Jackson greeted Gillington, Lagoona and Slo-Mo. "Pretty much everyone except for myself and Heath are downstairs."
Clawdeen came up the stairs with wine glass, it was halfway full with a beautiful white in it. She was on a mission, to get lime and lemon wedges for the tequila shots they'd most likely be doing later. "Oh hey, Lagoona! Gil, Slo-Mo – glad to see y'all made it. Deuce, Ma's in the kitchen and she needs your help. No one can make the food as kickin' as you can. And I know I'll be hungry later."
"Sure thing." With that Deuce headed towards the kitchen planing his menu. "Ma, I'm home." he said walking into the room where Heath was banished to the corner.
He walked over to the female wolf and gave her a loving hug before washing his hands. Upon opening the fridge, a smile swept across his face when he noticed everything he needed was already there. "So I'm thinking hangover food. Y'know like burgers, mac and cheese, those fried cheese sticks with bacon wrapped around them." He said waiting for someone to disagree.
"Deuce is in the kitchen!" Clawdeen yelled down the stairs as she went back down, forgetting what she went upstairs for. "So we won't starve tonight." She added taking a sip of her wine.
"Ma, why don't you go get yourself a drink before Clawdeen downs it all?" The gorgon questioned.
Scarlet enjoyed how he was trying his best to politely kick her out of the kitchen. She didn't mind it in the least, being the one who did the cooking for almost every meal she was alright getting kicked out every once in awhile. "Alright dear, you command your kitchen. I'll be upstairs running myself a nice, warm bubble bath and reading one of my trashy romance novels if you need me."
She rubbed Deuce's shoulder gently, giving it a pat and leaving the kitchen to the brooding teenager, who's culinary prowess was off the chain.
Deuce was finally alone with his thoughts, his tormenting thoughts… until he heard the floor creak, signifying someone was about to bother him. "Send Clawdeen up here for limes, she comes downstairs cheering about food and talkin' shit." Clawd's laugh warmed Deuce. It was comforting just having the other near him. "No limes or lemons in her paws but her glass re-filled itself."
"No worries." The gorgon said as he placed a slice of cheese on-top of the raw meat patty and began to wrap it in strips of bacon. "Limes and lemons are on the counter." he directed the elder male wolf.
Clawd licked his bottom lip as he watched Deuce work his magic, this guy could totally command a kitchen. Top of the line, five-star restaurant he could picture the gorgon running. Not to mention he'd look good running it too. Wait, what? "Uh, yeah. Thanks."
He realized his response was quite delayed, but he grabbed a few of each and a random knife from the wooden block they were kept. He positioned a lime and cut it into four pieces, not exactly equal. Clawd was positive he could feel Deuce twitch.
"Umm. That's a unique way of cutting stuff. You're not even using the right knife." The gorgon went over to the sink and washed his hands once more, not wanting to poison his friends. Reaching for a smaller knife than the wolf had, he began to slice the fruit. "I know the bigger knife looks like a better option, but really the smaller one gives you more control and even wedges." Deuce stated cutting a few limes to show the wolf. "Give it a shot?" he said offering the knife over to the wolf.
Clawd reached out for the knife and their hands touched briefly, he cleared his throat and hoped Deuce didn't notice the faint color of blush all over his face. Once he took Deuce's advice into account, he realized that he was absolutely right. "Wow, I didn't think the size of the knife mattered that much… but I guess it does."
"WHO SAID SHOTS?!" There was cheering from downstairs but then familiar laughter was coming up the stairs. "Just kidding, you bunch of animals. No shots yet." Clawdeen appeared in the kitchen. "Ah, my favorite bromance." Clawdeen went to reach for one of the snacks laid out on a platter, when Deuce smacked at her hand. "Ow, rude."
If he wouldn't let her eat, she'd just have to have another drink.
Clawd snuck a look at Deuce and nicked his finger accidentally with the knife. "Sh-hit." It stung, the knife must have been sharpened recently.
"If you bleed on the jalapeno poppers, I'll be very angry." Clawdeen growled lightly, as she quickly grabbed a treat off the platter and headed out of the kitchen and back down the stairs. Leaving the two mansters alone once more.
Walking over to the sink, Deuce grabbed the first aid box. Pulling out some disinfectant and a band aid he grabbed the wolf's paw. "This might sting, but that'll teach you for not paying attention." He stated, trying to hide the blush sweeping across his face.
Spraying the cleaner on the cut, he then carefully wrapped it to stop the bleeding. How had he never noticed how soft Clawd's fur was? He pulled his hand away quickly so it wouldn't be too weird. "There you should be good now." Deuce announced as he went to wash his hands for a third time.
Clawd rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Ha-ha, thanks. Yeah I'm not great in here. I get kicked out real fast." He went to grab a lemon but realized he was trembling. Was it because his finger had just been cut? Or was there another reason? Clawd pulled it back quickly. He didn't want the other to see him shaking.
Twyla smirked to herself in the darkest corner of the kitchen, she could see plain as day what was happening… but these two were completely oblivious. It was adorable.
He felt rather useless when Deuce finished up the rest of the snacks and took the job of cutting the remainder of the fruit from him. Oh well.
