A/N: I warned you more would come. This is not as romantic as the others, since something actually happens in it, and there's this little thing that usually doesn't come up in my writing. It's called a plot. Enjoy it while it lasts.

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Nicely Johnson fidgeted somewhat awkwardly in his seat, letting his gaze wander across the bustling restaurant. Not only was this place very unfamiliar, but he had been led here by Adelaide, who proceeded leave him at this table without an explanation of what was going on, except that he was going to hear a singer. And to make matters worse, he was alone, meaning, his boyfriend wasn't there. Benny was probably either at home or working, but he still wasn't with Nicely.

An announcer took the small stage in the corner of the restaurant, and the crowd's chatter dissipated.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome, tonight's special guest, the lovely Roxanne Katherine Kirke!"

The audience applauded, and the woman, wearing a long, sparkly royal blue dress stepped forward to take the announcer's place, waving and blowing kisses to her fans. The first thing Nicely noticed about this woman was how fake she looked. From her complicated blond hairdo stacked high on her head to her ludicrously long fingernails, it was questionable what on her was actually real.

"Thank you, everyone!" She said, speaking in an obviously false British accent, voice positively dripping with vanity. "Tonight, you have the honour of hearing my newest song, 'You're Going to Love Me.' Lyrics, music, and vocals by yours truly."

The crowd started clapping again, while a pianist began playing a rather generic chord pattern.

Nicely leaned back further in his seat. He did enjoy listening to music, but he had a feeling that this wasn't going to be particularly good. Besides, he would much rather be with Benny...

Unfortunately, he couldn't think fondly of his partner for one second before his ears were subject to what sounded a lot like a cow being slowly run over by a Zamboni. But it wasn't that, nor did Roxanne need help; she was singing. This was what Adelaide had dragged Nicely out to hear. The gambler grimaced as she hit what was probably meant to be a high note, now sounding more feline than bovine.

After three torturous minutes, the song was finally done, and, to Johnson's relief, Roxanne eventually left the stage. He wondered as another band walked on why Adelaide had dragged him out to hear that horror. A few minutes later, he was beginning to forget about that - thing he heard, when he was startled by Adelaide's voice beside him.

"Nicely!"

"Oh, hello Adelaide!" he greeted her. But then his eyes drifted to the other woman beside her. It was none other than the infamous Roxanne Katherine Kirke!

"I bet you're wonderin' why I dragged you here," continued Adelaide, "Well, I'd noticed that you haven't gone out with a lady for a while, an then I thought of Roxy here, and I knew you two would hit it off!"

Nicely blushed slightly. He and Benny had decided to keep their relationship a secret, so Adelaide obviously thought he was feeling lonely. She always meant well, that doll.

"Oh, of course. That's mighty kind of you, Miss Adelaide." he said, trying to cover up his disdain for that horrifying woman. He stood up.

Now that he was closer to Roxanne, he noticed how tall she was. She was easily three inches taller than Nicely, not counting her high heels or her hair. In fact, she was approximately Benny's height. Also, she was even more fake-looking than Johnson initially realized; she was wearing an absolutely absurd amount of makeup. He wondered how hideous she must look under all of that.

"Pleasure to meet you, Miss Kirke." he said, reluctantly extending his hand. She took it in hers.

"Likewise, Mister Johnson." she replied, still speaking in that horrid accent.

He pulled back his hand rather abruptly.

"Well, thank you, Adelaide, for introducin' us." He said.

"You're very welcome, sweetie. Now I'd best be goin', I need to meet Nathan in fifteen minutes. Have fun!" she said, before rushing out.

Nicely stared in shock, the reality sinking in that he was now stuck at a fancy restaurant alone with Roxanne Kirke. He looked back to her. She bat her long, caterpillar-like false eyelashes at him.

"Uh... hello?" he started shyly.

She giggled in one of the most annoying ways possible. "Oh, aren't you the most precious thing?" she said, cupping his face in her hands.

Nicely immediately knew this was going to be even worse than he thought.

Soon enough, Roxanne and Nicely were sitting at the table together, drinking wine. The singer had progressively scooted her chair closer to him, making him feel rather uncomfortable as she talked to him about nothing in particular. But the worst was yet to come.

"So, Nicely... Adelaide told me you're a gambler; is that true?"

"Yes..." he answered.

She smirked somewhat seductively.

"I like a man who takes risks." She muttered, resting her chin on his shoulder. He swallowed audibly.

She pulled back.

"You know, you're not too bad." she said, draping an arm around his shoulders.

"Thank you..." he muttered awkwardly.

She giggled irritatingly again, before suddenly grabbing his face and slamming her lips against his. Nicely's eyes widened in shock and disgust at the unexpected gesture. He felt her lipstick smear all over his face as she continued to kiss him relentlessly. She pulled back.

"Come on, my gambler. Kiss me back, won't you?" She nearly grunted, having finally lost the fake accent, before resuming her oral assault on Nicely, this time, plunging her tongue deep into his mouth.

And it was at that exact moment that Benny Southstreet walked into the restaurant. He scanned the room quickly, his eyes landing on his boyfriend, who was currently lip-locked with a random fake-looking woman. Nicely's eyes were still open, so he noticed Benny staring completely slack-jawed at him. Johnson's face burned hot.

"Nicely Johnson, I've been lookin' for you for ages! Now would you mind explaining what's going on here?" he asked in an angered tone.

Roxanne broke the kiss noisily.

"We're busy!" She exclaimed, resuming the British accent.

"It's not what it looks like, I-I swear!" Nicely said, wiping the lipstick off his mouth with the back of his hand.

Benny raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Yeah, what is it supposed to mean?" added Roxanne, finally removing her arm from around his shoulders. Nicely turned to her, looked her in the eye, and said:

"You're disgusting, fake and you can't sing. I'm only still here to be fair to Adelaide."

Her jaw dropped.

"Also, he's a better kisser than you." He pointed to Benny. Nicely got up from his chair. "Now if you'll excuse us." he said, walking away.

Benny smirked at an utterly devastated Roxanne, overdramatically waving at her before following his boyfriend out the door.