647. Lost

Felicity knew she was doomed when she realized she couldn't seem to find Archer anywhere.

Usually, she knew exactly where he was, even when he was out on missions. So it worried her to no end not to be able to find the Head Executive.

In retaliation Felicity dressed herself and Crest and dragged said woman to their local Night Club.

They knew the bouncer there, which also meant they knew the barman. Therefore all their drinks were free.

Three drinks into their night, and both girls were on the dance floor.

Another 2 and Felicity shoved a microphone into Crest's hand, the song 'Monster' beginning to play loudly. Crest sang just as loudly, and Felicity grabbed yet another drink and watched with a sly smile as Proton who couldn't have been drunker, put his arms around her singing along as well.

"He ate my heart."

"I love that girl."

"He ate my heart."

"Wanna talk to her she's hot as hell."

"He ate my heart."

"I love that girl."

"He ate my heart."

"Wanna talk to her, she's hot as hell."

"This night can't get better." Felicity said to Mike the barman.

"I'm sure it will. Do you actually plan on drinking that?" He replied looking at the Vodka in her glass skeptically.

"I'm gonna need a clear head. Maybe after the next song." Felicity giggled as the song finished and both Crest and Proton staggered to the bar. Felicity slipped by them noticing Crest had slipped off her overcoat, and decided to do the same. The heat in the Club was stifling anyway. Felicity stole the microphone and nodded to the DJ.

Archer could have sworn he saw Felicity and Crest in the crowd but when he looked, or at least tried to, he couldn't find them.

"Damn you Petrel, why'd I agree to this again?" The Head Executive slurred as one song ended and another began.

"You lost a bet." Petrel laughed but his eyes focused on the dance floor and a huge grin spread across his face.

"Isn't that Felicity Archer?" The Executive whirled around and immediately started to sober up as he was forced to confirm Petrel's suspicion.

"There's a place downtown where the freaks all come around. It's a hole in the wall; it's a dirty free-for-all." The words were garbled in a techo-kind of sound but it was unmistakably Felicity. Archer pushed his way through the crowd until he was at the center of the small circle that had formed around the grey haired girl.

"When the dark, of the night, comes around, that's the time, that the animal comes alive, looking for something wild." She was wearing the shortest red dress he could imagine, that still managed to just cover her modesty, and thigh-high black hooker boots.

"Got a water bottle full of whiskey in my hand bag, got my drunk text on, I'll regret it in the morn-ing, but tonight I don't give a, I don't give a, I don't give. There's a place downtown where the freaks all come around. It's a hole in the wall; it's a dirty free-for-all. When they turn me on, when they take it off." Archer stepped into the circle and Felicity turned around, a smirk appearing on her lips.

"Everybody take it off." She whispered pulling him close to her.

"Lose your mind. Lose it now." Felicity pulled at the white top he normally wore.

"Lose your clothes in the crowd." His top was gone, as well as the black undershirt.

"We're delirious, tear it down, 'til the sun comes back around." The crowd around him was grinding against each other, and through a break in the crowd he saw Crest and Proton basically screwing on the dance floor.

"N-now we're getting so smashed, knocking over trash cans, eurbody breakin' bottles, it's a filthy hot mess." Archer's attention swung back to Felicity as her leg hooked over his hip, and he noted her blue panties.

"There's a place downtown, where the freaks all come around, it's a hole in the wall, it's a dirty free-for-all." Felicity sang her free hand pulling Archer's head down towards her close enough that he could feel her breath on his lips. Just as he reached to kiss her, she pushed him away and the Executive lost her in the crowd.

For the duration of the song he searched for her, catching random glimpses of the dark haired girl grinding with some stranger, but when he went to her, she disappeared. It wasn't until the song ended and another was half way through that he spotted her at the bar, grabbing a coat and talking to a very drunk Crest. As he approached she knocked back a half glass of Vodka and waved 'bye' heading to the front door. She disappeared out to the street before Archer could grab her.

"Got you!" He whispered as his fingers enclosed her wrist and pulled her back to him.

"Hello to you too, Mr. Executive." Felicity whispered back. Archer kissed her; his hand again reached between her breasts just as hers crawled up, seeking his heartbeat. The thump beneath her fingers was faster, but not as stuttered as she knew hers would be. Archer broke away and Felicity could feel him smirk as he leaned in to whisper,

"I win."

Crest woke with a hangover from hell.

She rolled into the closest source of warmth and tried to pull a pillow over her moved under her and answered her noise of discomfort with one of its own.

Crest shot up, startled to see Proton sleeping next to her and for a minute she was confused as to why he was shirtless, again.

"Oh Arceus no." Crest whimpered as she pulled the sheet from her bed closer around her.

Felicity's hangover was practically non-existent, so when she came to she knew exactly where she was.

In the mansion.

In Archer's room.

In said Executive's bed.

Curled into his side.

With a shrug Felicity pulled the blanket closer to her and smiled as she used Archer's chest as a pillow.

Let Crest find her when Felicity was good and ready; her blue panties weren't leaving the ceiling fan any time soon.