Noodle stood tall in a fluffy pastel purple sweater and torn jean shorts. Her hair was pulled back and her face done in pink and purple makeup with gold hoop ear rings. Stu wore a black shirt and red flannel with torn jeans. The two were trying to look perhaps younger or casual or both. Perhaps they didn't even know. All they knew was Noodle was dressed to impress and Stu was tired and really didn't want to do this, but Noodle was lit up about singing like they used to. "Its like I took an animal out of the circus but I still can't take the circus out of the animal," he admitted driving tiredly. Noodle was drinking out of her water bottle full of tea that she wanted to finish before they arrived so she could order a twisted strawberry lemonade. She hardly noticed Stuart with bags under his eyes as he pulled up just as she finished. She thought she didn't look good as she could be, and Stuart knew he looked like he hadn't slept in days. He wanted to make her happy. He had a reputation to uphold.

But he really just didn't want to do this.

He did it for her and that's what mattered. He loved her. It was only right to pretend he was having fun for her sake. That was love after all.

Noodle excitedly stepped out. Her black heeled boots tapping the concrete. She wanted to smoke, but she couldn't. No matter. She was drinking and singing and watching others fail.

The two stepped in to see the interior had black carpet and cool grey walls. The lights were bright and the singing was okay. The room smelled of strong perfume and cologne. Some of which being Noodle and 2D's own. Noodle loved the scent Stuart always picked. The scent of caramel, the scent of when she was face deep into his collar bone. The strongest aura to her in the room. It was always Stuart.

Noodle and Stu found a table together and ordered spicy wings. Stuart loved to melt his face off from the inside out. They had a little booth together, where Noodle put herself under Stuart's arm and pecked along his neck. Noodle was desperate to be an affectionate woman to Stu. Anything to keep him happy. Especially when other women may seek him out. Band or no band others were a threat.

Rose walked in with a big grin on her face and entire frat houses gawking at the sexy professor and her short cheetah print strapless dress with her black leather purse. "Noodle I assume? You're looking Darling tonight!" She chirped. The friendliness was duly noted, but Stu decided against telling Noodle about all his formal lays at school. He with held the names, but Noodle knew it was a high number of partners he had. Getting an std from Stu was unlikely however. While he did have it and they usually had unprotected sex Noodle was still engineered different than other humans were. Regardless, the two were never certain.

"So how long has it been since the party? The night you two clicked?" Rose piped as she leaned on the table resting her breasts there for Stu to gaze at. Something he couldnt help. Noodle began to sweat. "About a week now. We've been considering a relationship a few days after and then we ended up an item after all." She admitted putting a soft arm around Stuart. Stuart blushed as the two girls gabbed back and forth. "Seems like Stu gets around with a little bit of everybody huh?" She teased. Noodle sat up a bit. "Maybe last time he was here, now he's his own man who doesn't need to-"

"He's still a man nonetheless,"

Rose said it with the gentleness of a preschool teacher and the harsh cold personality of a razor blade slicing an eyeball.

Stuart shivered. Had he said that to Rose that cause she was a woman her nature was to act a certain way, he would have been slaughtered by the social justice members of the room. He kept his lip buttoned. Noodle saw his discomfort and wanted to rip Rose's brown curls off her smug head. Noodle watched her stand and walk off. A casual see you onstage and she left to go buy drinks. Leaving Noodle and Stu alone. In shame Stuart hung his head. He felt weak for not standing up and saying something. But still he couldn't find himself to move. Noodle brushed his hair off his face. He looked up and smirked. He was a cute little thing despite the frown.

Rose was a gifted singer. She sang smooth and chocolatey. The words came from her lips like a soft clean pair of pajamas. Noodle never heard the tune before. But Stuart had only once before in a car radio. He had forgotten it till now. The crowd applauded and Noodle and 2D took their turn. How much better could it be to just sing one of their own songs? The two danced a little as Stu sang the lyrics to Magic City. Noodle would sing the next verse after him and sometimes in unison. Her hair falling in her face as she looked calm as she could possibly be that night. But deep down, at the offchance they didn't help the bets, Noodle knew what to do.

Stuart hung the microphone up but the music continued. No more words left, and Stu wanted to come back to his reality despite the urge to kiss Noodle onstage. As he stepped off he heard the crowd cheering as a sweater went flying and flopped over his head. It was Noodle's.

She was standing on stage wearing a black tube top and dancing in a sensual manner. Nothing too sexy. She was still Stu's girl after all and didn't have to impress anyone anymore.

Stu blushed, but ran back up. He used the sweater as a lasso to wrap Noodle to him close and kissed her in one of the most passionate kisses they'd recently had. The crowd cheered. Needless to say they made victory tonight.