A loving rivalry...
"No means, No, pervert!"
The sound of a wing slapping against some unlucky birds cheek echoed throughout the hot rainforest of Rio.
Still grinning, the large red-crested cardinal pushed himself up onto his feet. Steadying himself on the tree branch he gently rubbed his sore feathery cheek. "Aw, C'mon, Maria... Jus' a little bit of sugar for ol' Pedro..." The Pied water-tyrant huffed and brushed her feathers down, blushing madly.
She glared over at him with dark green eyes, "For the last time, just 'cus you can easily get other girls to swoon over you don't mean it'll work for me!" She spun away from him, folding her night dark wings, raising her beak in the air, blowing away three black feathers that hung over her face. She blushed as Pedro's wings slid around her waist easily pulling her body against his.
"Oh, but Maria, I don't them chick's," One of his wings slid up and gently cupped her cheek, turning her head to face his, their beak's lightly touching, "You're the only hot wing I've got my eye on..."
Maria snarled the elbow of her wing smacked into Pedro's once puffed out chest, making his release his capture and double over, clutching his aching gut. "Well tough luck, 'love hawk'..." She snorted, and with a mighty flap of her wings, took flight into the forest. Pedro looked up, watching his hot wing fly from his sight. He simply grinned, his eyelids half closed.
"Love ya too, my little love hawk..."
"Again?" The yellow canary scoffed at Pedro as both sat outside the three hollow they shared.
Pedro grinned, "I told ya, Nico... I'm not lettin' this one get away!" Nico rolled his eyes smiling, adjusting the green and purple bottle cap on his head.
"Yeah, but you've been at this since ya laid your eyes on her..." Pedro looked, supposedly, into the horizon on the setting Brazilian sun.
"A moment I'll never forget..." He sighed, chuckling. Nico simply shook his head. Pedro gave him a look.
"Oh, don't tell me ya didn't have your eyes off that canary girl." He grinned as Nico blushed and shuffled slightly.
"You mean, Blossom?" Pedro nodded at his companion. Nico grinned up at Pedro.
"Yeah... I guess I got a thing for her..." He claimed confidently.
Pedro chuckled half-heartedly. "Just to think... We've got the hot's for some hot wings that also sing and own a club."
Nico nodded slightly and grinned, "Desiring our rivals..."
Pedro smiled, "Yeah... and I have the idea Blossom likes you too..."
Nico smiled sheepishly, blushing lightly before grinning up at Pedro, "yeah. No offence bro, but from what I hear, Maria's got no interest in you..." Nico was reluctant to say this, despite how confident his voice was. He felt a little less nervous when Pedro half-heartedly smiled,
"It seems that way... But I ain't lettin' her slip away..." He grinned and looked down at Nico once again. "So we're goin' to their club again tonight?"
Nico returned his grin, "Take a guess..."
"Looks like we'll be seeing them again tonight then..." Pedro smirked.
"I swear! I see him again and he'll get what comin' to him!"
Maria growled as she slammed her clenched wing tips down on the wooden doll house table. She slumped down on the matching wooden chair as a small female canary hopped over, carrying a thimble between her sun yellow wings tips. She had long feathers that tied into a small pony tail by a pink blossom, two loose feathers hung by the side of her rather cheery face, dark blue eyes gleaming at the slightly taller pied water-Tyrant.
"Well, he might just be trying to be nice?" She chirped. Her voice was smooth. It was the kind of voice you'd expect from a little innocent girl, sweet and smooth as honey. Maria snorted and rolled her eyes.
"Blossom... I've had lots of guys flirt with me... I know flirtin' when I hear it and he's trying to come on to me!"
"No offence, Maria, but I think it would be good for you to at least try and get to know him before break his wings." Both birds looked past the other rows of deserted tables and chairs and looked up at the stage area where a male scarlet macaw was fiddling with the empty tuna cans and adjusting their positions. Maria scoffed at him, lifting her feet onto the table crossing them, leaning back and crossing her wings.
"Shut you're beak, Vermelho... You ain't met either of them yet! Lucky..." She added the last word with a mutter, though Vermelho still heard. His head snapped up and crossed his wing.
"Oh, c'mon... It can't be THAT bad!" Blossom looked at him with slight guilt.
"Well... He seems very interested in Maria... but..."
Maria cut in, "I want nothin' to do with that overstuffed bag of red feathers..." She quickly held up wing and sincere face at Vermelho, "No offence!" He simply frowned and shrugged muttering a small, 'None taken...' before Maria flapped up into the air and landed softly on her feet.
"Anyways... The club ain't gonna clean itself! I'll check the light's are up and running." She flew up towards the towering creates that provided walls and slid between a small gap and slid through the dark maze like area, that only lasted for a moment as she re-appeared to a platform like area, three flash lights were positioned at different angles, in a pile not far away from Maria's feet, was a pile of multi-coloured plastic squares that could easily drape over the flash lights. Beside then, a small pile a double A batteries. Maria grinned and ducked slightly under the crimson red blanket that provided a roof for their night club as she approached the lights.
Blossom chirped "I'll finish clearing out the cups and get the drinks ready!" and with that, she went hopping back to the bar area and pushed aside a red and yellow patterned cloth, entering the small area, lined with plastic bottles mounted on their sides full of various liquids, each bottle had a label at the bottom claiming the type of drink inside. At the end of the room like area were stacks of clean thimbles, by it, an empty plastic yogurt case, filled with water, a few thimbles floating on the surface of the glassy water.
Vermelho sighed as his shoulders slumped. He looked around the disserted club. It was almost pitch black, the only light coming from a few dim Christmas lights that were strapped to the piled boxes that made up the wall of their club, across the room from where he was the little entrance to the club. Draped over by beads to form a small green and yellow curtain like doorway. Vermelho liked how to get here and back, you had to slide though a series of narrow alleys of forgotten and unused creates before either coming the a meter wide entry towards the club, or emerging from the maze like entrance and outside, on the edge of the village but almost in the entrance of the forest, Sometimes a nice feeling when you leave. The feel of the sweet night time breeze through your feathers, it made a change from the rather stuffy, hot night club that Vermelho had adjusted to over the past few months.
But right now, he was inside adjusting the 'drums' and fixing the gear, ready for tonight's party, not that he didn't mind, of course. He was just as happy as his lifelong friends to finally own a club like they had always dreamed. Though, the only thing that he felt was wrong was the fact they had a big competition in wing.
The red cardinal and canary. They heard about them the second they arrived in Rio, how famous they were for their songs. Before opening there club up, he, Maria and Blossom went to watch them perform at the local club.
They were good. So good it gave him Goosebumps. They'd be out of business within minutes, and he even pointed this out to his companions, but they didn't hear. They were too busy dragging him out claiming that the singing duo had tried to hit it off with them, Blossom? didn't mind as much, whilst Maria? She was fuming. She literally dragged him and Blossom out.
They found a perfect place to set up their club and they agreed it would only open at night, to give less of a competition to the daytime and nigh time club. But, wouldn't you know it, THEY happened to fly by as Maria and Blossom where checking and decorating the outside. From what Vermelho heard, Pedro decided to stop by and try chatting Maria up, only evaluating in him getting a smack around the head and punched in the gut.
He wasn't sure he liked the sound of Pedro or Nico for that matter. Maria and Blossom where like sisters to him, and no one and nothing would ever harm them for as long as he lived. But still, they hadn't actually hurt his sisters...yet... and maybe he'd just thought about them too negatively. Besides, he knew just what to do if they DID hurt Maria and Blossom.
A rather grim grin spread on his face as he shifted one of the Christmas lights.
