Disclaimers: All characters belong to rightful owners.
Story concieved by Lee.
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Willy supressed a squeak as Sam's body slid across his. He heard the
dirty innuendo whispered into his ear and felt like giving up and
quitting his job. But, couldn't just give up. He would rise above
this and stay strong. He slid away from the blind boy, heading
towards the back. "If you mean the calzones, I agree. I highly
accomend them..."
With that last comment, the pizza boy slipped away. Kisoku slinked
over to his friend, sighing wistfully as he watched the blonde
go. "He is...too cute! So damn amusing too...ah well, want to split
a pie?"
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"Mm. You're right." Sam sighed mock-wistfully as poor Willy slipped
away from him, and, flipping back a bit of hair as he straightened,
he shook his head. "I just know that he has to be an incredily lay,
too..."
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Several hours later, the party finally broke up, and Tesu allowed
Heckle and Jeckle to shepherd him back to the waiting sedan for the
drive back to the Guild. All in all, he hadn't done too badly.
Despite the delays at the beginning of the evening, he'd managed to
get through about 8 or 9 of the names on Ausar's list.
Upon returning to the nightclub, he immediately went up to Ausar's
office and dutifully reported the information his employer had
requested. Although Tesu fully expected Mo and Jo to have already
informed the Egyptian of the incident with Saith, apparently they had
not done so as Ausar seemed quite pleased with Tesu's report.
"Well done, my sweet," the older man purred, his long, slender
fingers caressing the boy's cheek. "There will be many other parties
this season... plenty of opportunities for you to... ah... speak with
the others. But now, you've earned a rest, I think... so you may
consider yourself on vactation for the next two evenings."
Taking that for a dismissal, Tesu rose to his feet, softly
murmuring, "Thank you, Ausar.." Turning, he left the office,
climbing the stairs to his flat.
Once upstairs, the noise from the revelers down below was too loud
for him to follow his original plan of simply falling face first onto
the bed and sleeping for the next two days. Instead, he locked his
door then moved over to the window, escaping the same way he had
earlier that morning. Upon reaching the street, he shoved his hands
into his coat pockets and struck off in a random direction.
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"Let's see....how about pepperoni, sausage, ham, chicken, onions,
mushrooms, hold the peppers, aaaaaand meatballs. Agreed?"
Looking at the young Capulet's thin frame, one would think that the
boy was splurging with this meal, but that was far from the truth.
Of course, a strict exercise regimen and frequent bouts with
depression saw to it that the model-on-occasion could skip the
rigors of a diet.
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"That sounds good!" Sam nodded eagerly to his friend's listing then,
after a moment, he tilted his head on side. Something...was missing
from that list, rendering it sadly
incomplete...but..what...was...ah! "Hey, would you mind if I get
black olives on my half? Gotta get some veggies in, after all, before
I just simply turn into a great big ball of lard, ne?"
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Kisoku nearly smacked himself. How could he forget the olives!? The
most crucial part of the entire pie. "No! The olives go all or
nothing, Sam! This isn't kiddie shit! This is the big pie! The
reeealy big pie!"
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"That's fine to _say_, sempai...." Sam intoned seriously as he turned
his attention to the elder. "...but can you _handle_ olives all over
the pie. As you've said, this ain't no kiddie walk-in-the-park pie,
here...."
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"Oh, I can _handle_ the olives...I won't just handle 'em. I will be
the MASTER OF THE OLIVES!" He smirked, knowing the stares that he
was getting. He imagined that Willy would be somewhere in the
kitchen shivering and huddled in the fetal position. He loved having
that effect on people. "Order the pie, Sam! Do it! Doooo it!"
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"No! You cannot be the MASTER OF THE OLIVES unless you beat the
former MASTER OF THE OLIVES who is me!" Sam stated in a manner and
style very much like a cheesy--and badly dubbed--kung fu movie as he
shook his head. "Still, I accept your challenge! The pizza will be
ordered!"
Turning with a flourish, he ran the all of two feet to the counter,
then, after ordering their non-kiddie pizza, he returned to the booth
which Kiso had doubtlessly chosen. Sliding into his portion of it, he
grinned. "So, think Willy's gone fetal yet?"
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"Oh, he is beyond fetal...he's practically back in the fucking
womb!" Kisoku grinned, setting his shades down upon the table
top. "But he'll have to come out sometime...ooh! That statement
works on sooo many levels!"
He giggled to himself, reaching across the table to clasp onto his
friend's hand. "Good times... good times..."
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"Well, you know, sempai, if anyone could make him come out--in any of
the many levels--it'd have to be you." Sam grinned and, stifling a
yawn with the back of one of his hands, he stretched a bit within the
confines of his seat. "Besides, what fun is eating pizza if Willy's
not here to watch it, ne?"
"Mm..." He smiled, then, at both Kiso's words and the hand clasping
and, giving the elder's hand a gentle squeeze, he nodded. "Of course!
You know we always have good times when we're out together!"
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Well... there were better ways to get Sophia to laugh, that was for
sure... assuming she ever laughed in the first place. As was, she
simply gave a little roll of her eyes. If he'd been serious, that
might've even provoked a scathing comment, but she was pretty sure he
wasn't, and so let it go.
"More popular than your face?" she suggested a little
surprised. "Does it really matter that much, which you're known
for?" That was something of a turnaround, considering the
shallowness of his previous comment...
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"Calm down, speak coherently, and run that by me one more time," Kein
said, trying to decipher his assistant's frantic babble. When he was
finally clear that all the man was talking about was a delayed
shipment, he gave a sharp sigh of exasperation. "Is that it?
Thought you actually had a minor crisis on your hands, or _something_
marginally important... this isn't an issue. You know the
proceedure." He cut off the intercom with an irritated snap and
leaned back in his chair.
Things had gotten better when he'd reached the office, but the day
still wasn't been very good. Most likely thanks to the fact that
he'd skipped breakfast. Kein took a look at everything littering his
desk-- a report of sales in the Xanadu sector, a couple samples of
the new advertising scheme, a cup of coffee-- and decided that he'd
have to add a sandwich to that list, _now_. He turned the intercom
back on. "Ford, I'm going out. Try to keep everything-- including
yourself-- under control." Rising from his desk, he grabbed his coat
and left the office.
It was a pity the idiot always got his order wrong, Kein mused as he
walked through the park, but at least it gave him a chance to get
some fresh air. Even if it also meant exposing himself to all this
Christmas kitch.
"Hey!" hissed some panhandler to a friend, way too close to hide his
words from Kein, "he looks rich! Think we can get a fifty out of
this one, too?"
Kein promptly shot a glare that indicated that no, they couldn't get
a fifty or a bill of any other denomination out of him, and sped up
to avoid further encounters. Someone had handed out _that_ much? He
snorted to himself, muttering just as he passed a teen with plum-
colored hair, "Dumb jerk, throwing away a fifty like that..."
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"Yep yep yep! We're a regular dynamic duo! I betcha Willy thinks so
too. Ain't that right, Willy?" Kisoku turned his head and winked at
the boy, who had just mustered up enough bravery to even venture out
of the kitchen.
The fair-haired bus boy immediately stopped like a deer in
headlights, looked this way and that for some sort of help, and
eventually just ran back into the kitchen.
"Ah, that poor boy is going to get fired one of these days, and it's
gonna be all our fault." Kisoku chuckled, proping his free arm up on
the table so that he could rest his head upon his hand. "I'm gonna
have really bad karma later on in life..."
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Of course, having just been awarded super-sonic uber good hearing by
his fangirl mun, Muneca happened to hear the snorting and mutterings
of a man as he passed and, glancing up, he grinned to see a rather
nondescript businessman passing by. By nature unable to let this go
by without comment, he quickened his pace until he was, more or less,
walking at the stranger's side, maybe a pace behind.
"Dumb ass, hording all his money.." The Mexican muttered in tones
similar to those Kein'd used. Of course, he didn't necessarily glance
_to_ the stranger as he spoke, but the intended target was fairly
clear. "Then again, that probably could've bought him something
really _really_ shiny...or a nice blowjob from one of his
underlings...if they could find his pencil dick..."
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"Nah, I doubt that he'd get fired just because he's the hottest pizza
boy in town." Sam chuckled and, shaking his head, he grinned. "If
anything, we'll probably end up being banned from even coming in here
or....something."
"Bad karma later in life?" Snorting softly at this, he shook his head
further and, removing his dark glasses, he took up Kisoku's captive
hand. Bowing his head, he brought this same close to his face, as if
making a study of it, then, after a time, he commented in a rather
typical old seer fashion. "I seriously doubt that, sempai. The great
seer, Yumeomiru Samezameto, sees only good fortune, great sex, and
happiness in your future!
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Hn.. Tough room... His attempt at humor inspiring only an eye roll
instead of the hoped-for laugh, Lukas became doubly determined to
make the girl laugh - or at least get her to crack a smile. It would
be his little project for however long their conversation lasted. If
outrageous shallowness didn't do it, maybe something else would.
Hell, he'd *always* been able to make women laugh - his sense of
humor was one of the key reasons for his success with the opposite
sex...and with his own, for that matter...
At Sophia's next comment, however, Lukas' countenance became at once
more serious - although he never entirely lost the faint hint of his
habitual smile, "'Course it matters, petite. I mean, sure the
attention's nice and all... but... we won't be young forever, you
know. Someday our looks'll fade... an' if that's all we got goin'
for us, then *we* might as well fade, too..." With a firm shake of
his head, he continued, "If we ever do make it big, I'd like us to be
remembered as somethin' more than just a buncha pretty faces... I'd
like for our music to be remembered as... somethin' of substance..."
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Through most of this conversation, Wolfgang just slightly slowed his
pace where Para and Darran could have alittle _alone time_ and thus
avoiding another coughing fit to hid his laughter. He was continuing to add his own comentary on the situation as it unfolded, *startdust, huh?*
Stardust was one of Wolfgangs _favorte_ places to play, and work.
Roscoe will frequently premote fights there that Wolfgang would
participate in.
With him now being acknolaged, Wolfgang snaped out of his 'trance'
of thought, like being thrown into a pool of ice water while you
were sleeping. "Oh, yeah, sure." Its not far from where the tree
lighting is going to be. Hey, maybe I might see you guys at the
club. Me and my bo *yeah, good going*...err, friend usually go there
and was thinking on going there tonight...maybe we will run into
each other?"
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"Ooh yay! Great sex! Speaking of which...how did things go for you
at that last Wingless after concert meet and greet? The whole night
just screamed scandalicious!" The bleached blonde squeaked with
glee, anxiously awaiting a new tidbit of gossip.
"I mean, you and Lukes must've had a better time that me...Dadums
called me back to his house to discuss some new company launch
party. There is no joy in the life of a businessman...and certainly
no great sex!" He added this last part with a highly over-dramatic
sigh.
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"Hey, that'd be great!" Para agreed very readily as she nodded and
smiled to Wolfgang. Taking a few steps in front of the other two, she
clasped her hands behind her back and, walking backward for gods know
what reason, she peered curiously from one to the other. "Hm. With
two such gorgeous guys on my arms, I'll be the luckiest girl there
without a doubt!"
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