AN: Heyo! I don't own the name of the chap 'Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have With Taking Her Clothes Off. Panic! At the Disco does and I had nothing to do with it. It just seemed like the perfect name for it and you'll see why. And if you don't know the song...You should!
Love,
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"Sam. Sammy!" Sam snapped his eyes away. That face! So fucking smug, trying to steal his girl! He made a fist and punched him in the jaw. "What the fuck was that for?"
"You-I-I'm sorry. It was a flash from Cyn's past life and evidently we're cousins. And you were in love with Cyn."
"What, why would I love her?" Sam punched Dean in the arm. "Sorry."
"Where did Cyn go?"
"She went thada way." He pointed to some guy who was sitting at a table. "Once you guys snapped out of your crazy trance." She was dancing with a guy with skin kinda lighter than hers. Sam ran up and grabbed her arm.
"Tuck-I mean Sam. I," She looked at the guy then at her feet. "Damien this is Sam. Sam this is Damien. I have to talk to him for a second." Sam dragged her to the hall leading to the bathrooms.
"Are you 'you'?"
"Yeah. It's Cyn. Um," She laughed nervously and crossed her arms. "That whole thing was interesting."
"Yea. But why here?"
Something rang in her head. 'The building no longer remains but is now home to a new club that is open all day from 1:30 til 3:30.' "Um, Sam? Think this is The Flower Room? This is the club that opened on the grounds that used to be it."
"Well that makes since but what can we do?"
"I think we should leave."
"Why?"
"Because it will be June 22nd at midnight. And that's the anniversary of my-Nicole's death."
"I see."
"Good."
"Well we really should go."
"Yeah before I start to do a striptease." They got Dean walked out of the bar. As they got into the car Dean broke the silence.
"So, do you remember dancing to 'Pour Some Sugar On Me'?"
"Well, I do enough to know that I'm probably going to have my picture up on a wall because that place was never that hype."
"How'd you meet Damien?"
"Who's Damien?"
"I met him because I blacked out on the side of the road and he found me took me to the room and I changed and we came here."
"What do you know about him?"
"I know that he makes jewelry with his brother and that he works there at night. And he's twenty-two and about 6'3 and approximately 200 pounds."
"He's probably gay." Dean said under his breath.
"He told you all that?"
"I swiped his ID briefly."
"Cyn!"
"I gave it back." They filed him in on their theory. Dean looked Sam.
"Are you crazy? Well if I learned anything in this job it's that even the stuff that seems impossible can be true." Cyn was sitting in the center of the backseat and blinked slowly. Then she dosed off. "Cynthia!" Dean barked, waking her up.
"I'm just so tired. Can't I rest just a little while?"
"If what you guys tell me is true, no."
"Then can we get some coffee or something?"
"Yeah, cuz you're going to have to stay awake." Sam dosed off in the seat next to Dean. "Sammy! Get up! Uppity!" Sam shook his head as if to clear the sleep.
"Man, this sucks." Sam said. Dean pulled (cutting many people off) into a gas station. "What are we doing?"
"Look, you guys are going to be hopped up on as much caffeine and sugar I can get. And better not go to sleep. As a matter fact," Dean cranked up the air condition and turned the radio up as loud as it would go. "And Sam, if Cyn falls asleep lay on the horn and visa versa." He climbed out and ran into the store. He heard various honks and yells. He grabbed Coke's, caffeine pills, four packs of Pixie Stixx, sugar, Red Bull, water, Tab Energy, Rockstar Energy Rush! Energy and potato chips with a few sandwiches. He dumped it all onto the check-out counter. The cashier looked at him with a questioning look. Dean smiled at her. "Me and my friends have finals so we have to pull an all-nighter."
"Okay." She rang it up. "That will be $25.20."
"What?"
"That's what the computer says."
"Okay." He handed her 'His' credit card. "Thank you." He walked out of the store and opened the car door and saw that Cyn and Sam were both asleep. He honked the horn and threw a pack of Pixie Stix at Sam's head. Sam sat up really quick and rubbed the side of his head.
"Ow." He whined.
"Eat em'!" He threw a Tab at Cyn and it landed in her lap.
She opened her eyes and looked down at the soda. "No diet Coke?"
"Nope. Regular."
"But this is full of sugar and I gain weight in my hips and butt first."
"And of course you couldn't bear to gain any, Twiggy." She cut him a cross look and opened her pop. "Here." He handed her some Pixie Stix. Soon they were wired-but in different ways. Cyn was twitchy, nervous, and paranoid and she tried to sing along to songs she didn't know. Sam was talking a mile a minuet and moving his fingers and cheating at Punch Buggie. Dean, happy at the opportunity, made fun of them by going 'Oh my god! Look over there!' And Cyn would. And he'd laugh so hard he would have to pull over. Cyn was just staring off into space. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just feeling sorta weird. And dry."
"Here." He threw a bottle of water at her. "Re-hydrate."
"Thanks." She drank it down quickly. "You know. This is crazy. Look at Sam." He was fidgeting and yelling at people that they cut them off even thought they're two lanes away and had been the whole time.
"Hey Cyn, over there!" Sam yelled. She looked. "Punch Buggie Black!" He reached back and punched her arm. He looked over out Dean's window and his eyes got big. "Dean." He smacked his arm. "Look."
"I'm not falling for that."
"Honk your horn. Do it."
"Fine." He honked and looked over. A bus that had a banner hanging off that said 'Honk to see our hooters' full of college freshmen girls flashed the car. Dean stared with his eyes wide and mouth hanging open. "I will never doubt you again."
"Didn't think so. Look." Dean looked out the window. "Punch Buggie Red!" He tried to punch his arm but Dean stopped it.
"That is really getting tired."
"Sorry."
Cyn was laying on her bed reading a cheesy romance novel called 'Her Breast' with a women in a long curvaceous yellowish gold dress looking off to the right hand right above her breast over her heart and the man's handsome face looking down and to the left. Sam loomed above her holding his towel around his waist. He had just gotten out of one of the many showers he had taken to stay a wake.
"Where the hell did you get that?"
"Does it matter?" She asked not looking up at Sam.
"Yeah, sorta. Did you have it before?"
"No, I recently acquired it."
"But how? We stopped once and that was at a gas station. And you went in to pay. How did you get it?"
Cyn sat up and looked at Sam. "Are you familiar with a song called 'My Humps' by the Black Eyed Peas?"
"I've heard it." He said crossing his arms.
"Make a reference to that song and then ask me how I got this book." He looked at her with reason. "It's a Harlequin Blaze." She said as if that would change that matter. Dean walked in and looked at her.
"What are you doing laying down? You could fall asleep."
"I'm reading."
"So?"
"I won't fall asleep."
"Don't believe you. Get your ass up! I swear I've never lay a angry hand on a woman in my life but do think I won't do it to you."
"You're not the boss of me!"
"Get up!" He walked over and snatched her up off the bed so she sat up.
"You dick weed." He cut her a look.
"Shut up."
"Thanks a lot Ike. Are you sure you don't wanna backhand me a couple times? You wanna change my name to Tina, too?"
"You can't go to sleep. So I want you to go take a couple showers."
"I don't want to." She crossed her arms.
"I said do it!"
"I don't want to."
"Nicole Ann." He said as they stood in front Geoff's bed.
"I'm not going to do this with you another second. My body and heart belongs to Tuck and he's the only one I want to make love with."
"Actually, as long as you work for me and I pay for you, I'm part owner of your body."
"Geoffrey. Why can't we just stop here? I might think about it after the wedding."
"After the wedding you won't need the money."
"That's not true. We have to move out of Mari's house and get one of our own, for the kids."
"The kids?"
"Yes, Me and Tuck are planning for three kids."
"Why? I could give everything you want. The house, the kids, the wedding." His eyes welled up with tears. "I can give that to you. All of it and more. Just have me. I love you." He ran his hands over her hair.
"I'm sorry, Geoffrey. I love Tucker, he's my fiancé. And we're starting a family."
His tears of pain quickly turned to one's of anger. "Nicole Ann, you will regret rejecting me." He grabbed her by her shoulders and shook her. Tears ran down her face. "You will! You will! No one else has what I have! The touch, the look, or as good at fucking! The passion is all me! And you will miss it. When you still feel that yearning even after you and Tuck had just got finished with the throws don't think my name, don't even utter it!" He shook harder.
"I'm pregnant." She cried. He stopped shaking her.
"What?"
"I said I'm expecting."
"But-is it Tuck's?"
"I think so. But, I don't know."
"Who are your other customers?"
"Um, well, there's you and there's Sir Jacques, and Mr. Muggsbee. David Mallet, and Grant Hill but those are just some of the regulars. But I haven't served them in a while. So there's you and Tuck."
"But, we were protected most of those times, right?"
"I'm pretty sure-50/50." She thought about it. "60/40."
"But, that's not good."
"I know!" She held her forehead. "I mean, what if who's supposed to be the father is the cousin?"
He sighed. "I don't know. I mean, this is awful, what if I am the father? I would hate to hurt Tucker like that. We might not get along but I don't want to father his girl's baby. Especially when she doesn't want to be with me."
"Geoffrey, what if it is yours?"
"Then we are fucked."