"Oh, look, he's blowing kisses at you." Daisy giggled, hand wrapping tightly around her glass.
Luigi didn't want to look, he knew who it was. Well, not his name, but he knew what the guy looked like and that he had a bit of an attraction to Luigi. "I – I don't care…"
"Go on, look." Daisy pushed Luigi's chair so that he wasn't facing the table anymore, but across the room where the people who came here more often were hanging out.
There was that guy again, super tall and decked out in dark colors. There he went again, getting Luigi's eye contact and blowing a kiss.
Luigi wanted to throw up.
"He's interested." Daisy sang, "He is!"
"No, no, no." Luigi turned to face her. "Look, I'm gay, but I'm not the gay that throws himself at other gays who just blow kisses at him from across the room."
"Would you if he came over and talked to you?"
"Probably not."
Daisy slammed her fists on the table, "Why not?"
"He's…" Luigi looked back, trying to make the stare unobvious. But that guy saw him, giving a wink before Luigi yanked himself back around, "…just flirting, because he's bored. He's not interested."
"How can you tell?"
"You don't see anyone else in here doing that, do you?"
"Um, yeah. I see gays doing it. I see straights doing it."
Luigi rolled his eyes towards the ceiling, "Daisy, I'm just not into him. I don't even know who he is."
"You should by now, seeing as how we've been coming in here for the past week." Daisy fiddled with her hair, "Not to mention that I dragged you out here to meet someone?"
Luigi scoffed, "Look, I'll be fine. If I want a good fuck, I'll make my brother drunk and deal with him like I've done before."
"Yeah, but incest isn't smiled upon." Daisy leaned back, smiling as she proved a point, "Besides, doesn't your brother fuck the same way every time?"
"Fine, you got a point." Luigi sighed, "B-but with him I know how it's gonna be –"
"That makes it boring Luigi! You gotta find someone who'd give the sex a little spice."
"Why are you adding emphasis to the last word you say?"
Daisy groaned, "Meet someone, your brother is the same every time, you gotta add some spice."
"I'm fine the way I am." Luigi stood from the chair, "If you'll excuse me, I need a bathroom break."
"Make sure you flaunt it."
"Shut up."
With a laugh, Daisy watched as Luigi started to walk towards the bathrooms, smirking when he remembered that guy was standing near them. She also swore that Luigi started to walk a little more like he was a complete girly gay when he got near that guy.
And that guy actually looked at his ass.
It was either the beer that Daisy was drinking that made her think it was so funny, or it really was just funny – even when the guy leaned over to his friends and mouthed something like "I'd tap that."
A few minutes later, Luigi was coming back out the way he went in, doing that walk again. The guy checking him out, again.
"I saw that." Daisy said when Luigi sat down.
The Italian blinked, "Saw what?"
"You were doing that walk when you got near him."
Luigi shrugged, "Did he look?"
"He said he'd tap that."
Eyes widening, Luigi grabbed his arm – like he usually did when someone told him something he didn't know what to believe.
"He did." Daisy looked back at the guy, seeing him arguing with his friends.
"I – I think we're done coming here." Luigi started to push his drink away.
"Do you not want that guy hitting on you?"
"No, it's just – I don't like strangers, that much."
"Then how do you meet people?"
"I meet new people through introductions by people I already know." Luigi sighed, "Who's driving?"
"Who's more sober?"
"How many have you had?"
"I don't know."
"I'm driving then."
On their way out, Daisy looked back at the guy once more, seeing him sigh in disappointment. Yes, he was interested alright. Daisy just threw her hands up at him, mouthing "Tomorrow, OK?"
oOo
Another night, another time sitting at the table, Luigi rambling on about how some strange guy pinched his ass while he was out at the park today, doing all the gay like things and asking questions like "Daisy, honestly, do I have like a killer ass?" or, "Daisy, should I do something about myself? Like, go to the gym? I really feel fat."
Across the room, Luigi's admirer was eyeing at Luigi, again.
Daisy leaned over, "Why don't you ask him?"
Luigi shook his head, "I am not asking that guy. Forget it."
"C'mon."
"No!"
Daisy threw her hands up, "Seriously Luigi." She slapped them back down, "What if he started walking over here right now?"
"I'd, be, dead." Luigi started to run his fingers under his hat, through his hair.
"Don't try finger combing now." Daisy grinned, "Because he's coming."
If Luigi had a stand-still contest with the wall, he'd win. He's also beat a tomato at a being-red-faced contest as well.
Daisy's smile grew bigger, "I think I'm gonna run over here." She got up.
"Wait –" Luigi began, turning around to stop her, but of course it'd be impossible to see through the guy's body, right?
Daisy just leaned against a wall, watching as Luigi stuttered and hid his face while Waluigi smoothly started a conversation and sat down next to him.
She knew Waluigi alright, so this should count as an introduction Luigi was used to.