Tugger scanned his eyes over his fan club. Ah, Victoria, snow white and cute. Electra, her tongue hanging out. Etcetera, squealing like a banshee. And then…ah, where was Jemima then? An incomplete fanclub? That would not do, not at all.
"Hey, you ladies seen my little dreamy girl?"
Etcetera's face scrunched into a pout. "What, Tugsy, aren't we enough?" Her huge eyes looked up accusingly at her idol.
"Oh, no, babydoll, don't take it the wrong way!" He wiped the angry off her face with a single pelvic thrust in her direction.
Leaving the three kits in joyful hysteria, he swaggered over across the junkyard to the boot, where, to his immense distaste, Alonzo sat, his arms wrapped tightly around a certain black, sweet-faced kitten.
"Care to share?" He gestured with his head towards Jemima.
Alonzo smiled genially. "Oh, no Tugger, I'm a gentleman, I treat girlkits with respect." He opened his arm and Jemima skittled off to join her friends.
"You see," Alonzo continued, "that's why the kitten's like me best."
Tugger was incredulous, "like you best? I'm, sorry, did I hear you right? Last time I checked, I had, look, 4 kittens in my fanclub. And you have…wait, just one."
Alonzo's smirk held firm. "That would be three. Victoria was all over me last ball, I'll have you know. And who was it dancing with me, while you were with Bomba? Wait a second, that was Etcetera. So that'd be a fanclub of three."
"I'm still one up on you."
"Yeah, but I'm younger. You watch, in a couple of month's the kits will all have forgotten you."
"And what makes you think that? What makes you think you can challenge the irresistable Tugger? Last time I checked, you had a mate."
"Cassandra's…just a friend. And I'm a better dancer, a better gyrator, a better singer, a better gentleman, a better fighter, and a better kisser."
"Oh yeah?" Tugger gave Alonzo a sharp shove back onto the car.
"Uhuh."
"No way." Tugger was actually genuinely worried now. What if Alonzo usurped him? What if pelvic thrusts weren't enough? What if what he said was true? Alonzo was, he admitted, roguishly handsome.
"Yep." Alonzo nodded smugly.
"Prove it." Tugger jeered, more certainly than he felt. This was his reputation at stake, after all.
Alonzo smiled wickedly, a smile that Tugger had often seen Alonzo give to queens. It gave Tugger an inkling of what it was like to be on the receiving end of Alonzo's charm and those dazzling blue eyes. And then their lips met.
Tugger stepped back, shocked by the intensity of it all.
"Proof enough?" That smile again, the grin that made Tugger dizzy.
"The kittens are yours." Tugger sighed, and then smiled back. "But you…you're mine."