Welcome back everyone!

This one I went a little different. It is an AU, there will be a couple of them this week and they will span the same timeline of sorts.

But on to the reading!

Day 3 - Pinup

Macbeth checked his makeup in the mirror one last time before grabbing his coat and heading for the door. He wasn't overly excited about going out but somehow that slithery little shit that was his best friend convinced him to go. "It'll be fun" he says. Yea, what the hell ever. He just wants a damn wingman in cast his date doesn't show. He loved Erik to death but if he wanted to do blind dates then he needed to ball the fuck up and do them on his own. The only benefit was that they were meeting at the Fairy Cabaret Lounge in downtown Magnolia. He liked the place. It was wholly different than the places he usually preferred. The crowd and workers alike could be quite loud and obnoxious but the atmosphere is what did it. Good drinks, Burlesque type shows and eye candy.

The only real reason he decided to forgo working on his thesis and go was a particular waitress and performer. She was by far the sexiest little numbers he'd ever seen. Honey blonde hair, the face of an angel with the biggest chocolate brown eyes, full pouty lips that was often the home of a soul reaping smile, more curves than a mountain highway and her voice. He was pretty sure he'd fallen in love with her the first time he'd heard her sing and then the arrow was set when he's heard her speak. Unfortunately the bane of his existence never failed to rear its ugly head when she'd stop by their table to talk to Erik. His best friend had quickly befriended the girl while he was left standing there quiet, too afraid to talk. His inane shy streak ruined his social life more often than not. And she's got a boyfriend from what I can tell. Fucking Gajeel, he gets all the hot chicks.

His feet hadn't made it off the front steps of his apartment building when a car horn sounded and lights flashed to get his attention. God he's so fucking impatient. He gave a shake of his head as he made his way over and opened the door to slide into the passenger side. "Where's the damn fire?"

Erik gave a sarcastic chuckle as he put the car in drive and pulled away from the curb. "Funny asshole. I texted your ass twenty minutes ago and told you I was out here waiting."

Was it really that long? He gave a noncommittal shrug of his shoulder. His favorite eyeliner was missing from his makeup case. There was no way he was going to use that disaster he'd purchased the last time he'd run out. The shit ran like Jamie Lee Curtis ran from Michael Myers. He was pretty sure he'd even heard that killer scream she had. "It takes time to look this good. Sorry, not sorry."

"What the fuck ever Ru Paul," Erik groaned.

Macbeth let out a bark of laughter. That was just how their friendship had always been. They'd met through insults and now it was just their way of brotherly love for one another. "Ru Paul? That was pretty lame, even for you Taylor Swift."

"Oh don't even start on that Snake it off shit," The maroon haired man sneered. "I had that god forsaken, crappy ass song stuck in my head for three days. THREE FUCKING DAYS MACBETH!"

He couldn't help the smug smile that settled on his face. It wasn't often someone could render Erik speechless but he'd not only managed it but the guy was still off his game. Granted it had taken him a good week to work the lyrics out before they'd gone to Karaoke night at the Commons on campus. But being up there and watching the fucker's face fall as he sang the lyrics he'd written to the tune had totally worth having to listen to the teeny bopper's epic turd from hell twenty times on repeat. The aspiring biochemist did it to himself though. What, with his forty plus snakes that shared a living space with him. "If you're good," he grinned. "I'll do an encore for you next week."

"You do and I'll fucking poison your makeup."

He glanced over at his friend and let out an overly dramatic sigh. "Ya know," he lamented. "It's when you talk dirty to me like that, that I regret being hetero."

"Yeah well keep your fucking hetero hands to yourself there Princess," Erik replied as he swiftly turned the car into the parking lot off of Strawberry Street.

Macbeth blew a kiss at the man before he opened his door and climbed out of the small coup. A cool fall wind cut between the buildings, the faintest hints of winter's approach pricking at his skin. He slipped his phone into his coat pocket and checked the back pocket of his pants to be sure his wallet was there. "So what's the guy's name that you're meeting up with?" He called out after he shut the car door and hurried to fall into step beside his friend.

"Uh. Bicks or something," The maroon haired man replied mindlessly as he typed a quick text and hit send. "It's a friend of Laxus'."

He felt his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Bicks as in Bickslow Tamashi?"

"Yeah I think," Erik replied hesitantly. Their footsteps slowed as they neared the door and a flash of fear crossed his face. "Is there something I should know? Like does the guy have three nipples or is he cyclops?"

Macbeth chuckled and waved his hands defensively. "No. Well… at least where the cyclops thing is concerned," he shrugged. "He's a pretty cool guy really. Something of a jokester but didn't have him pegged as batting for your team and definitely never would imagine the two of you together."

His friend side-eyed him before pulling the door open to allow him entrance. "And just what the fuck does that mean?"

He sighed and gave a shake of his head as he stepped into the area the club used as a front sitting room. While the outside didn't look like much, the inside was where it was at. The room had a coat check counter. Plush, velveteen couches created a cozy little nook off to the side. The walls were covered in Victorian style wallpaper. There was even a faux fireplace and mantle to round out the room. A curtain covered entrance way lead into the bar and stage area that he knew changed from month to month depending on the theme they were going for. "Nothing other than he's a theology major. Ya'll could build bombs and spread the word of God all at the same time."

"Awesome," Erik grinned as he straightened his tie. "If he and I hit it off, we can form a Cult."

The scary part was that Macbeth could actually see his best friend of fifteen years doing just that. "Well make sure you get me one of your Grand Poohbah Hats," he chuckled as he moved the curtain aside and stepped into the main bar. His eyebrows shot up and his steps faltered enough for his friend behind him to give him a shove forward.

"Holy shit," The man chuckled as he nudged his arm. "Looks like tonight will give you enough spank bank material for months to come."

Macbeth side-eyed him in annoyance but didn't dare answer. The guy was right. The place had been transformed to look like an old USO officer's club complete living pinup models waiting on the patrons. The Andrews Sisters In The Mood was playing through the speakers and a couple of the waitresses he knew were on the dance floor with men in 1940's style military uniforms performing a classic swing dance. It looked like a scene from the old movies he watched and he couldn't help the grin that spread over his face.

"Hey guys!" Meredy shouted as she sidled up next to Erik in her olive green pencil skirt and army style blouse cap. "Looks like Darth Maul there approves."

"Approve? That asshole's probably jizzing his pants," The maroon haired man chuckled as he gave the pinkette a quick kiss on the cheek. "You should see the fucker's bedroom."

"Oh?" Meredy giggled as she leaned over to poke the raven haired man in the side. "So he's a pinup enthusiast?"

"More like a connoisseur of the Forties," Macbeth replied absentmindedly as his eyes roamed over the room. He was able to make out almost all of the usual staff but to his utter disappointment, he didn't see Lucy. He could almost imagine her filling out one of the many costumes. She had the perfect curves for the style. But he could only deduce that she had the night off which means he'd subjected himself to Erik's stupid date for no good reason. Oh well, maybe I'll cut out early and take a cab back. "Looks like Freed out did himself with the place."

"He's the only guy I know who could turn his thesis project into a damn cash cow."

He turned in time to find Laxus walking up with Jellal and Mr. Gets all the girls himself, Gajeel, in tow. It took a good bit of restraint to not grimace. The guy really wasn't a bad guy, he just wasn't his favorite given he'd seen the way he and Lucy socialized. Even the few times he'd seen her out, she'd been with the raven haired behemoth of a man. "Hey guys," he said as he offered his hand to Laxus who shook it and patted him on the back. Thank god he knew his routine otherwise the "pat" would've sent him stumbling into a table.

"We've got a table over on the other side," The blonde male grinned before gesturing towards Erik with a lift of his chin. "Bicks will be here shortly. His fucking psycho sister got picked up again today for breaking a restraining order so he spent most of the afternoon bailing her ass out."

"Wait!" Meredy squealed. "Juvia broke it again? When the hell is she going to learn Gray doesn't want her ass?"

Macbeth glanced over at Erik and nearly laughed when the man casually reached up to scratch his head but made quick a small swirly gesture at his temple. And you get to date her brother! Lucky bastard you. He gave his friend a smug smile before turning back to the group. "I'll meet you guys at the table, I need a drink."

"Get me one while you're there?" Erik shouted at his back and he simply responded with an acknowledging wave.

"Holy shit girl!" Cana squealed as she came into the dressing area. "You are rocking the hell out of that outfit."

Lucy chuckled and gave her ruby red lipstick a quick blot before she turned to give the brunette a once over. She had to admit the white pencil skirt and retro naval officer styled jacket top perfectly suited her. The pin rolled hairstyle even suited the woman whose normal style was wearing as little as possible and never wearing her hair up. "Me? You look like you just stepped off of a damn pinup poster," she smiled. "If you don't catch Ryos' eye tonight then the asshole's blind and I would suggest you find a new target."

"I can't," Cana pouted. "He's the only guy I could take home that the old man would approve of."

She gave a roll of her eyes and turned back to the mirror to give herself one more once over. Her costume, while cute, made her a little self-conscious. She loved vintage and had a closet full of the stuff but this was pushing the envelope. It would probably have been more suited to Cana's usual style more so than her own. The small, barely there blue sailor style top ended right below her bust, the cape style neckline plunging to tie right at the top of her cleavage. The belted, tiny matching shorts were little more than panties that barely covered her ass and crotch. If they weren't so form fitting, there'd be no way she could go out and perform in them without showing the entire crowd that yes, her taco was waxed clean. Thank god I'm not on my fucking rag. The way her luck ran, she'd be the dumb ass on youtube with a tampon string hanging out. But her hair, that shit she was proud of. Thank you fucking youtube! Her victory rolls came out flawless and large barrel-rolled curls that fell down her back topped the look off. She hated that the small blue hat that went with the outfit covered one side but it would have to do. "So where's Erza? We can't sta-"

"Sorry ladies!" Erza shouted as she rushed in. "Had to go meet Bicks down at the police station today."

Lucy's eyes widened in shock. "Bicks was arrested?"

Erza pulled off her coat to reveal a Rosie Riveter style outfit underneath. The button up white top with little red cherries perfectly suited the red-haired woman and it was tied just high enough to expose her perfectly pinched waist and flat stomach. She had opted for denim, high-waisted pedal pusher pants that were rolled to mid-calf "Not him," she said as she slipped off her flats and exchanged them for red heels. "His sister broke the restraining order Gray has. Again."

"She's a sweet girl but she's clearly got major issues," Cana yawned.

That was putting it mildly. While she didn't have anything against the girl, Lucy could honestly say the woman was more than a few fries short of a complete happy meal. She had to kind of wonder if she even had the toy. "Did Bicks say whether or not the family was going to get her help?" She asked as she moved over to help the red-head pin the back of her hair up for the bandana that would be tied over it.

"No but I told him that one more time and she was going to end up serving time for this."

"Five minutes girls!" Levy called out as she stuck her head just inside the door. "Oh and Lucy?"

The blonde put the last pin in to hold the bandana in place and gave Erza's shoulder a pat. "What's up?" She asked as she turned to give her best friend and the owner's wife a smile. She still couldn't believe that in the midst of all the craziness of preparing for the last finals they'd ever take, those two would give their parents a heart attack by running off one weekend to Vegas to get married. It stung a little that she hadn't even given her a heads up but it was ok. Freed's parents were still insisting on a huge to-do ceremony to make it Legitimate, as they put it.

The bluenette gave her a devious grin. "Your guy is here tonight."

"My guy?" She questioned curiously. She didn't have a guy. At all. She was painfully single still while everyone else around her had someone. Even her brother was in a long term relationship. With one of her closest friends no less. But Laxy and Gajy are so fucking cute!

"Uh, Glam Rock? Dark and Brooding? Eyeliner wearing Sex God? What Christian Gray wished he was? Brai-"

"Ok! I get it!" She shouted, effectively cutting Cana's long list of unnecessary code names. Oh no, not that guy. Suddenly her shorts felt shorter than they already were and she felt like she just might as well be naked. She'd been crushing on him for months. Ever since she'd seen him in the arts building at school. He wasn't her usual type but that was part of his appeal. He was quiet, or so she'd learned by trying to get him to talk when he came in. And when he did talk, yea. Niagara Falls between her legs. His heavy eyeliner, mascara and black lipstick made his porcelain skin even whiter than it actually was but he wore Goth the way Marilyn Manson could only dream about. While the latter made it creepy, her guy made it look like erotic art. His face was perfection with unusual ruby colored eyes, a thin but flawlessly carved nose, thin brows and full lips. From what she could tell, he had a swimmer's type build. Tall and lean and she itched to see what he looked like beneath the layers of clothes he wore. And his hair. She could easily imagine running it through the long, thick midnight locks. It easily reached waist and there was that single strip of stark white that was always braided. "Oh god. He's going to think I'm a whore," She whined.

"Seriously? You?" Levy scoffed. "You look hot and he's going to shit himself! Maybe he'll finally talk to you."

"For real," Cana grinned. "Hell, I'd take you home and fuck you in that outfit."

Erza shot Cana a glare as she slipped her arm around Lucy's shoulder. "I will personally dispose of anyone who thinks you're a whore," she consoled. "But Levy is right, perhaps you can finally get him to talk."

The blonde glanced at the three women, wanting to truly believe their optimism. She'd been trying for months to get him to talk to no real avail. He always clammed the hell up the minute she got close to their table. She had started to think that perhaps he was gay. It was why she'd initially befriended Erik. She thought that they were lovers but she'd found out that while Erik was adorably homosexual, Macbeth was certifiably hetero. "No," she frowned. "I don't think he's all that into me which is cool. Onward and upward right?"

The three women glanced between themselves before giving a nod. "Come on and let's get this over with so I can take this jacket off," Cana chuckled uncomfortably.

"Alright Ladies and Gentleman! Hope you're all having a great time tonight."

A familiar female voice came over the speaker as the music died down. Macbeth turned his attention from the men at the table to the stage and saw Mira, the manager of the place. He was thankful for the interruption because he'd been two syllables away from bidding the group a good night. To say that Erik and Bickslow had hit it off well was a severe understatement if one went by the never ending game of tonsil hockey the two men had been playing. He'd actually enjoyed watching Laxus and Gajeel insult each other. At first. Now it was just getting old and irritating. An entire hour spent bored out of his mind despite the eye candy. Now he was just ready to go home. He'd stay long enough to see who the first act of the night was and then he was out of there. He had a thesis to finish for art history and his senior show to complete for art studio. Why he'd allowed his professors to convince him a dual concentration was better was beyond him. He slid off the end of the booth and straightened his jacket and tie.

"Tonight we've got a special treat for you. These three ladies would make the Andrews Sisters jealous. Our USO tour would definitely not be complete without them. I give to you Erza, Cana, and Lucy bringing us the Candyman!"

Macbeth's attention quickly snapped to the stage and a tug from behind had him planted back on the booth. The lights dimmed as the heavy base line started and a male voice rang out over the speakers.

"Tarzan and Jane were swingin' on a vine…"

Despite the chorus of the three women's voices, he could distinctly make out Lucy's bravado. Her voice was a powerhouse unlike any of the other girls that performed there.

"Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine."

The music died a little, almost becoming an afterthought as a pause settled over the crowd. His fingers came to his mouth and he mentally slapped himself before dropping it. Chewing his nails was a horrible nervous habit he had and at that moment he thought his heart might pound out of his chest as he waited. Just when he started to think it was an elaborate joke, three spotlights came on in succession to three little words. Even with their backs to the crowd, he spotted her immediately and his mouth went dry at the sight of those barely there shorts hugging the immaculate curve of her ass.

"Sweet sugar Candyman…"

He barely registered the presence of the other two girls when they turned. His eyes were only for the blonde little tart in the center. He was pretty sure his eyes were going to fall out of his head as he took in the rest of her. She was everything a pinup should be as her hips swung in time to the rhythm set by the big band sound. But then she sashayed to the front of the stage and her eyes met his. I've died. Watching those assbags all night killed me and this is fucking heaven…

"I met him out for dinner on a Friday night
He really had me working up an appetite
He had tattoos up and down his arm
There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm"

Macbeth suddenly found it hard to breathe as he watched her finger leave her cheek and land directly on him. He'd thought it was just his imagination when she appeared to be singing to him but that had only confirmed it. A thrill ran down his spine and his pants tightened enough to strangle him into a frozen state. He stole a nervous glance across the table at Gajeel. The stupid fucker isn't even paying attention! Who the hell dates a girl like that and doesn't worship the ground she walks on? He gave a frustrated groan as he turned his attention back to the stage. It was times like those that he envied Erik's major. The guy had a damn list of bio-chemical agents on his bedroom wall like art and had access to a good lot of them.

"He's a one stop shop, makes the panties drop
He's a sweet-talkin', sugar coated candy man
A sweet-talkin', sugar coated candyman"

A feeling of disappointment swept over him when she averted her attention back to the rest of the crowd but it didn't last as he watched her dance. While the moves weren't overly sexual in nature, everything shake of her hips and move of lips dripped of raw sensuality. It did exactly what it was aimed to do. It made him picture what the rest of her looked like under the scant bit of clothing she was wearing. He wanted to know if her ruby red lipstick would smear if he kissed her, if her lips felt as soft and plump as they looked, If her skin felt like the silk it resembled. The bright red patent leather heels she wore lengthened her legs and he found himself fantasizing about what it would be like to have those long stems wrapped around him.

"He took me to the Spider Club at Hollywood and Vine
We drank champagne and we danced all night
We shook the paparazzi for a big surprise
the gossip tonight will be tomorrow's headline"

"So have you become a poster child for the Lonely Island?"

Macbeth jumped at the sound of Erik's voice in his head and he turned to glare at his friend. "Don't push your premature ejaculation issues off on me."

His maroon haired friend gave him what could only be seen as a grin worthy of Satan. "I'm an all-night kind of guy but it's been…what? A good six months since you and that homicidal doll you were dating broke up."

"He's a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop
He's a sweet-talkin', sugar coated candy man
A sweet-talkin', sugar coated candyman"

He looked down to see what had dropped into his hand and gave a roll of his eye as he flung the condom back at the jackass that was supposed to be his friend. "Her name was Michelle stupid ass and it's been three months thank you." He replied flatly. "Not that it has any bearings on my ability to last. Go fuck your new boy toy there and leave me alone."

Erik slapped a hand on his back as he returned the condom. "Well tits and legs there is heading this way," He grinned. "So you might want to hold onto that because I might not be the only one getting lucky tonight."

"He's a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop
He's a sweet-talkin', sugar coated candy man
A sweet-talkin', sugar coated candyman"

Macbeth's head whipped back around to find the stage empty. The red head and brunette were dancing their way through the tables and he was almost afraid to look. But he couldn't resist, fear or not, as he turned to indeed find her heading their way. The spotlight followed her every move and her eyes locked with his as she drew closer. His breath died in his throat when she was close enough to smell her perfume. Vanilla and fresh cut apples. He just knew she was going to pass him but she stopped in front of him and raised a hand to lightly finger the braid that fell down his left side. It was only his hair but he felt the gesture all the way down in his groin. Maybe Erik had been right because he could already feel the throbbing in his pants. Movement drew his eyes to her lips as she swiped her tongue over the bright red flesh and gods did he want to follow but she didn't give him a chance. He felt her fingers curl around his hand and before he knew she was pulling him to his feet.

"Woo yeah"

The rest of the room could have erupted into fire and he'd have been completely oblivious as he watched her. With her hand in his, he immediately recognized the kick-ball-chain step she did out before she curled herself in towards him. The thought that Gajeel was horribly close, only an arm's reach away, passed through his mind. But the minute her backside was pressed dangerously against his front, every fuck he could have given flew out the window. With his arm held tight around her thin waist, his fingers met with the warm smooth skin of her midsection as his hips matched the swing of hers. Yep. Go ahead and kill me asshole because I will die a happy fucking man! But just as fast as it happened, she spun back out of his grasp and gave a wink before she started singing again.

"Well by now I'm getting all bothered and hot
When he kissed my mouth he really hit the spot"

As if to punctuate her words she leaned in and barely brushed her lips over his, lighting every nerve ending in his body on fire.

"He had lips like sugar cane
Good things come to boys who wait"

Her breath was minty and perhaps it had been the lighting but he thought he saw a flash of heat blaze to life on her cheeks. But before he could confirm, she pushed him down into his seat and spun around to take off for another part of the room. He was in a complete daze as he dropped back into his seat. He felt his own cheeks heat and he didn't dare a look at the others at his table who were hooting and hollering as if they were watching a fucking football game. A few congratulatory slaps stung his back but he could only stare at her, dumbfounded. Did that mean?

The rest of her performance passed by in a fog and as quickly as she'd taken the stage, she'd disappeared from sight again. Not another glance was spared his way and it made him question if it had actually happened at all. It would be just his luck that any moment his alarm would cut in and he'd wake to find himself in his bed. There was no way someone as hot as her would be interested in a makeup wearing, insomniac that bordered on narcolepsy. Girls like her never EVER went for guys like him. He turned his head and spied Gajeel across the table engrossed in a conversation with Laxus as if he hadn't seen a single thing. He gave a dejected sigh. They go for guys like him…

I can't believe I did that. Oh god why the fuck did I do that? "I made a complete ass of myself," Lucy whined aloud as she shoved the hanger for her costume onto her designated rack. She hadn't meant to kiss him. Or dance with him. Or anything with him because it was like dangling a carrot in front of a mule. He was her rabbit and she was the mindless greyhound chasing after the one thing she'd never catch. But holy hell had he looked good. He was the only man she'd ever seen pull off makeup and a suit and tie before. It should have been a walking contradiction but on him… He does make Christian Gray look like child's play!

"The hell you did," Cana bellowed as she flung her top careless across the room. "That man looked like torn between blowing his load and swallowing his tongue."

Lucy blinked at the reflection of the obnoxious woman in the mirror as she carefully unpinned the blue hat from her hair. The imagery of the woman's words alone left her ass torn between laughing and cringing in disgust. "Really Cana?" She sighed before shutting her mouth. There was no point in arguing the point. It would only goad the brunette into more lewd comments that gave birth to unsavory mental images. She carefully smoothed the few minute strands pulled loose by the hat back into place and gave her hair another shot of hairspray. She didn't want to contemplate how much shampoo it was going to take to get the can and a half of the crap out of her hair. But it looks so good! She did a quick touch up on her makeup and turned towards her friend. "So?"

The brunette flopped down on the couch and gave her the once over. "Good as fucking always," she pouted. "You could wear a damn potato sack and still look good. Bitch."

The blonde gave a chuckle as she turned back to take one last look. She was glad to be wearing more than before, having opted for a new outfit she'd purchased a week ago but had yet to wear. It was a red cap sleeved top that had a plunging sweetheart neckline and tight fit. The navy blue pencil skirt was high waisted and she topped it off with a wide black belt. On a good night, she'd say she looked like a total Betty but at the moment she felt like a gigantic pimple on the ass of the world. Why couldn't I have just resisted? A deflated rush of air left her lungs and she grabbed her clutch style purse off the vanity. It was time to face the music. If she was lucky, which she never was, he'd be gone. He would've run from the building like his glorious fucking hair was on fire after that ludicrous display of wanton hussy behavior. "See you out on the floor?"

"Yea," the brunette groaned as she rolled off the couch. "I'll be out there shortly."

Lucy gave a shake of her head and slipped from the room. She could already hear the loud chatter and laughter coming from the main room. Her footsteps slowed as she mentally prepared herself for the event that he hadn't left. She wanted to cling to hope but if anything, Lucy was ever the pragmatic one. Seriously Lucy? Grow a set of balls and just get out there already. Her bottom lip stuck out in a pout and she begrudgingly made her way to the end of the hall. So she'd made a spectacle of herself. It wasn't the first. Hell she'd inadvertently walked in on Laxus and Gajeel more times than she could count. It was their fault really. Lock the door when you plan on giving your boyfriend the big D. This was just one more thing to add to the list and it was easily forecasted to not be her last.

The lights had thankfully been brightened and it took her eyes a moment to adjust after being in the dimly lit hallway. A few of the regular patrons she knew called out and she gave them a wave of hello as she made her way towards the bar. She glanced at the table he'd been at and let out a huge sigh of relief when it appeared that he had indeed left. Perhaps her luck was changing after all. She raised her hand and gestured to the bar when Laxus looked her way. She could get a drink and go spend some quality fun time with her two favorite guys in comfort.

She pushed her way through the crowd, mumbling a quick apology as she bumped into a few people. Thank the gods she wasn't claustrophobic. Almost to the bar, a shove came from behind to send her tumbling forward. Oh god this is going to fucking hurt. She felt her ankle twist a little but thankfully a set of hands grabbed her just before she was able to eat carpet. "Fuck," She mumbled as her hero helped her right herself. "Thank y..."Her eyes lifted to meet ruby reds and instantly it was if she'd been deep throating a sand filled hour glass. There wasn't a drop of saliva to be had and her words died in her throat. Well so much for having balls.

His onyx painted full lips pulled up into a heart melting, knee weakening smile. The dimple marks she'd missed earlier setting deep. "Are you ok? That was quite a tumble."

All she could manage at first was a hesitant nod of her head. With the lights up, she could clearly see all of his features and fuck her if he wasn't better looking than she already knew him to be. Even with makeup, she could tell his skin was flawless. His lashes were long and thick, the kind most women had to purchase to get but his were one hundred percent his own. He smelled like sex. Or what she deemed to be sex. She had a serious weakness for a good smelling man, the cologne counter in Dillard's never failed to make her panties wet. Apples, sage and sandalwood. She'd know the Abercrombie and Fitch fragrance anywhere.

"So I wanted-"

"I needed to say-"

They both gave a nervous chuckle, having both spoke at the same time before he graciously held out a hand. "Ladies first."

Hell can he get any fucking better? A gratuitous smile rose on her lips and she gave a small nod of her head. "I was just going to say I seriously owe you an apology."

"For what?" Macbeth asked, confusion evident in his tone. "I highly doubt you had planned on carpet munching. Unless that's your thing which then I would insist for profit's sake you video it and post it online."

Her jaw dropped before she could adequately recover it. She hadn't pegged him for the witty, humorous type and it only added to his appeal. "I'll have to keep that in mind for the off-season," she chuckled. "But seriously, you probably have a girlfriend and that was so NOT co-"

"No."

Lucy blinked at the interruption. "What?"

"I don't have a girlfriend but I'm pretty sure your boyfriend is plotting my death as we speak," He replied apologetically.

Score one for Lucy for him not having a girlfriend but the rest of his statement confused her. If she was dating someone, it was certainly news to her and the dwindling supply of batteries in her nightstand. "What? Boyfriend?"

Macbeth's brows furrowed and he gestured towards the table he'd been sitting at. "Yeah. Big, bulky pin cushion over there."

She glanced in the direction he indicated and a loud peal of laughter barreled out. The first person her eyes landed on was none other than a very distracted looking Gajeel Redfox. I probably don't even want to know where my brother's hand is. "Him? Seriously?" How the man had figured him, of all people as her boyfriend was beyond her. In another life where he wasn't more into dick than she was perhaps. "Uh. God... no! He's my brother's boyfriend."

"Your what?"

The look on the sexy glam rocker's face was incredibly priceless and she could have seriously kissed him at that moment. "Laxus, big blonde?" She chuckled. "He's my brother and they've been together for a year."

Macbeth blinked at her a couple of times as his eyes went from her to the large, pierced male and back to her again. "Well," He chuckled sheepishly. "Paint my ass pink and call me Shirley. I had assumed..."

Lucy gave a shrug and smiled. Perhaps that had been the reason for his previous lack of conversation. They'd both been skirting around the other because of something that could have easily been cleared up. Hell I might have saved a couple of batteries. The music came back on, adding to the already loud conditions. She studied him for a whole half of a second before she leaned over, bringing her lips next to his ear. "Wanna get out of here? I know a quiet little diner down the street." Her smile broadened when his reply came in the form of him grabbing her hand and leading her towards the exit. Maybe he was her guy after all.

As you can see, I couldn't resist using music in this. What can I say? Music is a huge muse of mine.

The Andrews Sisters – In The Mood watch?v=gOuLfqLS5Mc

Christina Aguilera - Candy Man watch?v=-ScjucUV8v0

Lucy's outfit after performance - alternative-pinup . tumblr post/ 129602939415/alternative-model-model-twitter (add the http stuff and remove the spaces)

Tomorrow is Copy!

OMG you guys, the reviews...you all rock. Seriously. I can't say how happy I am to see so many enjoying this pairing!

Don't forget…in just five days!

~BixLu Week, November 2015~

GemNika and I have officially lost our goddamn minds. So, we've created BixLu Week, and decided that it should begin on All Souls Day. What better day to give our favorite Seith mage some lovin'? The dates are from November 1, 2015 – November 7, 2015. And here are the prompts:

Day 1: Fix

Day 2: Hidden

Day 3: Home

Day 4: Doctor

Day 5: Vendetta

Day 6: Fluffy

Day 7: Space

Please let me know if you're planning on writing for either of these pairing weeks, so I can make sure to check out your stories! Get those fingers to the keyboard and get to work! I know I'm extremely excited to see what you all write!

As always, please R & R!

Till tomorrow…Big hugs!

Princess Nana