My dream of Lestat was shattered in a single blow after I decided to become intimate with him. He'd always been my heart-throb, regardless of my Jake-situation. It was a given that I not only loved but belonged to Jake, but it was only natural for every girl to have an older mentor, an obsession, and a dream that seemed to be flawless. I saw Lestat as all of the above so when I got his invitation I didn't think twice. I just assumed destiny and fate was on my side and it was time.
Boy, was I wrong.
After I went to Lestat, I curled up alone in my bed and cried until there was no more moisture left in my eyes. By being intimate, I was able to experience Lestat on a first hand level, but for the first time in my life I saw Lestat only as a man... as any other man with needs.
None of this would have happened if I had ran away from my emotions, and it probably wouldn't have happened if Jake and I didn't break up. But, Jake and I were a dead element together. He changed in jail and I guess I was still living with that fear of him in the past. I knew he was a better man, but he seemed more and more like a boy fighting to stay in a dream forever. I wasn't inlove with him anymore, and he didn't have the burning passion for me anymore.
So whatever, you think it's just a break up? It was hell for me. You know how the people say "Tis better to have loved than lost, than never to have loved at all"? What about people who have loved, lost, and then feel no love at all? That's the worst. You knew the wonderful feelings of love but once they're empty, there's nothing left except a void of nothing and longing for it to be full again.
Maybe it's better that now I know the truth about boys and love...
You're probably dying to know how it came about that I became intimate with Lestat... well, I'll tell you. It all started on a Friday night. We were celebrating Wild Wing's 20th birthday by going to a night club... and making fun of him for not being able to drink. Sure, it sounds cruel and probably it was to an extent, but he laughed at our jokes and was probably waiting for Nose Dive and my turn, if we even figured out when my turn or birthday was. The team was anxious to go except for Lestat who seemed to stall extra long.
"Lestat, you ready?" Duke called, knocking on the door. Lestat took in a deep breath and looked in his mirrow for the hundreth time before he opened it. Duke nodded his head at him with a smile; Lestat was wearing loose black pants and a black muscle tee. Even his hair looked nice for once! Lestat's muscles tensed as he noticed Duke's smile.
"Going to the 'rich & bitch' section are we, L'Orange?" Lestat snorted, pointing to Duke's maroon colored suit. Lestat looked at the ground and put his hands in his pants pockets as Duke chuckled and straightened out his tie.
"And what if I said I was?"
"Then I'm sure you'll be happy to pimp out a very nice girl for Wild Wing," Lestat snorted. Duke laughed and put an arm around Lestat's shoulder as he led Lestat down the hall. "Why am I doing this? Why am I agreeing to come along with you? And thank God I decided not to dress like you!" Lestat whined and protested until Duke shoved him away playfully.
They walked into the main lobby where the other ducks were waiting. Lestat relaxed slightly as he noticed Nose Dive dressed in black as well; the only difference was that Nose Dive's shirt was a silk, dress shirt and his hair was tied back in a pony tail. Grin and Wild Wing wore jackets, like Duke, except that Wild Wing's was a dark charcoal, and Grin's was a multi-coloured Pimp Jacket. Lestat snapped his finger angerly.
"Damn it, Wing! How come you not only get an Official Pimp, but a Wanabee-Pimp as well for your birthday?"
"Simple. I said that all I wanted was a High Class Hooker, but then I was told I had to be 21 to go to Vegas," Wild Wing laughed, clapping Lestat on the back. They smiled at each other until cheers of "Happy Birthday" echoed from down the halls. Lestat turned his head away from Wild Wing and coughed; no one knew about them... not yet... not ever. It was then that Lestat saw Mara.
Mara wore a green, slip dress that would test any duck's "manhood". He gulped slightly and turned away; the last thing he wanted was Duke to remember, but fortunately Duke was already consumed talking with her. Lestat walked to the other guys and absorbed himself in the group while waiting for the others to come.
Mallory and Tanya walked in after a few minutes. Mallory wore a sparkling, red strapless dress and Tanya wore a purple, vinyl mini-dress with a halter top. Grin immediately stepped in between the two girls and linked arms with them.
"Boy, do I feel like Hugh Heifner right now," he murmured with a smile. Wild Wing laughed and whistled.
"Hey, can I do some business with ya?" Nose Dive asked with a wink. The girls laughed and kissed Grin on the cheek.
"Hey! It's my birthday! Where's my damn kiss?" Wild Wing whined. Immediately, Lestat smiled and grabbed Wild Wing's jacket, pulling him into a kiss. The team squeeled with laughter as Wild Wing pulled away cursing. "Me and my big mouth," Wild Wing laughed holding eye contact with Lestat. Lestat smiled at his own well-timed attack, an attack that obviously no one picked up on. Doing their dues, Mallory, Tanya, and Mara each kissed Wild Wing on the cheek.
"Well, shall we?" Wild Wing asked. "The driver's waiting outside."
"Wait, where's short stuff?" Duke asked, looking around.
"Right here," Amber called emerging into the room. Lestat blinked as he stared at her tight black leather skirt, knee length boots, and red corset style tanktop. 'Actually doesn't make her look as flat,' he thought plainly turning to Mara again but his eyes kept darting back to her younger half-sister.
"Alright everyone, let's go," Wild Wing said calmly.
"Hey guys, wait up!" Phil ran full speed down the hallway. "I wanna come too!" The ducks groaned; they knew throughout the night Phil would make some kind of deal. "C'mon Wing! We're celebrating your birthday! I'll even pay the driver."
"Fine, then lets move it."
So what? You're waiting for juicy details or something? Go buy a magazine if you want that. Either way, the night looked like it was going off to a great start. I, of course like the others, knew nothing of the Wild Wing/Lestat connection, but had I seen that kiss I would have known in a heartbeat. Leave it to a Fag-Hag to smell romance.
So we get to the club, Coppacopachia, known throughout California as one of the world's finest. There were separate sections of the club: the sit-down where a jacket it required, and the bar and dance floor where anything is allowed in except jeans. So, whatever? Normal fun night, right? If only...
As soon as everyone piled out of the Migrator, Phil set off in search of 'money making'. Once in the club, Nose Dive waved frantically to someone across the club and motioned with his hand for Amber to come with him. "Juvenile Idiots," Tanya commented as she walked with the rest to the bar. Mallory, Tanya, Grin, Mara, and Duke sat down at one of the low tables surrounded by lushious leather couches, but Wild Wing headed straight for an empty barstool. As soon as he sat down in it, he ordered a coke. Lestat hopped next to Wild Wing's and ordered a Coke as well.
"You don't have to do that to make me feel better," Wild Wing said with a chuckle.
"Wing, I'm offended! You think I'd break the law?"
"Break the law? How?" Lestat smiled and paid for his and Wild Wing's sodas.
"Underage Drinking is illegal on this planet... actually it was Illegal on Puck World as well, but their drinking age is 18. Actually, Tralus has a drinking age too but--" Wild Wing stared at Lestat with disbelief as Lestat rambled. Wild Wing took a huge slurp through his straw before interrupting after Lestat began to list the drinking ages on planets he'd never heard of in his Geology class.
"-How old are you Lestat?"
"How old am I?" Lestat asked. He rubbed a hand over his face and shook his head. "I don't get that question a lot."
"Well, I assume you're not like Amber and you know how old you are," Wild Wing pried.
"Well yeah, but how old am I? Most people are told not to ask ladies that." Wild Wing smirked at Lestat.
"You certainly aren't a lady... and I would know." Lestat nodded his head and licked his lips.
"I fucking hate it when you're right."
"No you don't," Wild Wing teased. "So come on, spill! How old are you?"
"Well," Lestat began slowly and over-dramatically, "I happen to be 53." Seeing Wild Wing's unenthusiastic face he quickly added, "In Canadian, that is." Wild Wing laughed and clapped Lestat on the shoulder. Taking another sip of his soda, Lestat shrugged his shoulder. "21 in about three months," he finally relented. Wild Wing raised an eyebrow at Lestat; Lestat was only a few months older than Wild Wing. Wild Wing had always assumed he was older, around Duke's age. "Please don't tell me I look as old as Duke," Lestat pleaded as if he read Wild Wing's mind. Wild Wing laughed and lifted his hand, motioning for the waitress to bring out another round.
"No, no... we thought he was much older than he was. I just thought that you were anywhere from twenty-four to twenty-six." Wild Wing reached for his wallet but Lestat beat him to it.
"Eh, wouldn't blame ya for this ugly, old scar over my eye," Lestat said, pointing with his finger to the white vertical scar that graced the feathers over his right eye. "Only old men have 'em... well, and now me. 'Sides, as for drinking I wouldn't order a drink even if I could."
"Bullshit!" Wild Wing laughed, chugging his coke.
"Serious, Wing. I happen to be straight-edge." Wild Wing raised an eyebrow and shook his head before turning his attention to his soda. Lestat pretended to look offended. "Fine, just be like that! I'll have you know that I don't drink, I don't smoke, and I don't do drugs. Therefor, I'm straight edge, so nyeah." Lestat stuck his tongue out at Wild Wing, who wondered if it hurt Lestat when he got his tongue pierced.
"You never mentioned the sex part," Wild Wing commented slyly.
"What sex part?" Lestat asked, now paying complete attention to Wild Wing.
"No sex until marriage."
"That's not straight edge... that's just prude." Lestat snorted.
"You're just saying that 'cause you've probably violated that one too many times." Wild Wing teased, punching him lightly in the shoulder.
"Me? Fuck? Ha, never!"
"Couldn't find a guy sexy enough for ya, eh?" Wild Wing laughed banging his hand against the counter.
"I think we both know the answer to that one," Lestat said quietly, darting his eyes warily to the team. "But still," he said louder, deciding that the others were out of earshot, "A hand job with you isn't fucking a girl." Lestat ducked his head to avoid the straw that Wild Wing chucked at him. Lestat then grabbed his straw and shoved it down the back of Wild Wing's shirt. Wild Wing threw his napkin back at Lestat while twisting his body to get the straw out.
"Speaking of fucking," Wild Wing said nervously.
"Yeah Wing, I know. We're not gonna do that. I thought we already had the discussion about why we think anal is gross..."
"No, nonono, no! That's not what I meant." Lestat brushed his copper bangs away from his forehead. "I mean, what happens if we do wanna, you know, with a girl..." Lestat nodded his head, knowing what Wild Wing was going to say.
"Wing, we already said before that we're not exclusive. We're seeing each other, but it's not restricting from anything else. If we decide to take it further, then that'll change, but you're curious and I go both ways so I think we shouldn't be jealous of each other."
"So, we can promise each other that if we fuck a girl we won't get upset?"
"And if either of us wants to call us to a halt we do with no fighting?" Lestat added.
"Done deal," Wild Wing said pleased.
"Hey," Lestat said, looking at the table with the other ducks, "Don't keep your guests waiting. I'll catch up with you later. And do me a favor and find a good trick for the night."
"Good point. I realize that I want a fat prostitute! Later Lestat," Wild Wing said, ignoring Lestat's laughter, as he walked to the group. Lestat smiled and gave the bartender a tip before walking the other direction to the dance floor.
So yeah, everything could have been fine had they gone out dancing, hanging out with others, hell...even if Wild Wing did buy a fat prostitute. But one thing on everybody's mind was clear tonight: sex. It's all about fucking in the end.
I don't even know about why or how I got involved with the deal except by being in the way like I always seem to be. I wanted to spend the night with Nose Dive and his friends, Thrash and Mookie, but like everything else, stuff got twisted.
Mallory and Tanya looked at Wild Wing as he walked toward them from across the bar.
"Fags?" Tanya asked.
"The nice word is 'gay', and fuck that. Wing's as straight as a board," Mallory said firmly. Tanya rolled her eyes.
"When are you going to either get over Wing or find someone new?" Mallory sighed and took a sip of her martini as Wild Wing turned his tracks to walk to the bar where Nose Dive just sat down. Suddenly, Tanya tapped Mara's shoulder.
"Hotties, two o'clock." Mallory looked to her right as Grin walked toward them with a man in a dark suit. Mallory's arm began to shake.
"Oh my God, his friend's gorgeous."
"Hey, go for it!" Tanya encouraged as Grin approached them.
"Ladies, I would like you to meet Vince Dello Vicchi." The man shook hands with Tanya and Mallory.
"Miss McMalard, it is an honor. I have greatly admired your playing and, although my friends say that you're a duck and not my species, have always admired your beauty." Mallory blushed slightly; although he was a bit blunt, attention and money tended to catch her eye.
Meanwhile, Lestat felt his knee shake as music came on. He walked into the center of the dance floor and closed his eyes as his body began to move smoothly to the rythm. His liquid movements began to attract a crowd as he pulled himself against a pole constructed for when there were go-go girls and swung around.
A crowd had begun to form around him while he moved fast and like liquid. It was a bizarre form of dance but it was so artistic and in a way beautiful. Amber watched with Thrash and Mookie with a smile.
"Lestat's great."
"He's pretty good looking too," Mookie commented. Amber nodded her head with agreement.
"You know," she laughed, "I've had such a crush on him since I was a little girl."
"Dude, no way!" Thrash stepped back from her. "Damn, the men you saw musta been damn ugly then!" The three laughed. "Well, aren't you gonna like dance with him?" Thrash asked her.
"What? Me?" Amber asked panicking. "I-I cant."
"Sure ya can. When I first saw Thrash I just walked up to him and started making out with him and look at us now." Amber looked at Mookie's long mohawk equipt with liberty spikes, then to Thrash's orange mullet.
"That explains a lot..."
"So get out there and smog!" Thrash yelled putting a glowstick in her hand and shoving her into the circle. Amber froze along with Lestat who stared at her. "Kernkraft 400" started to play as they stared; the crowd around them waited anxiously. Slowly they started moving their hips to the beat. Amber swung her stick around, dancing inbetween its circles of light while Lestat spun his arms around flashing light.
Nose Dive choked on his 7-Up as he noticed the two.
"What's wrong?" The blonde girl asked him. He looked back at her.
"Nothing babes, nothing at all." He lied through his teeth.
As the song ended, the string on Amber's stick got tangled around Lestat pulling them together. Lestat panted feeling her body pressed against his--This wasn't like any feelings he had for Mara. With Mara he wanted to worship her, to preserve her as a saint... but Amber? He closed his eyes and opened them again gazing into hers. "This is the Rythm of the Night," he sang along with the next song quietly. Amber's eyes widened unsurely as he slid one of his legs inbetween hers and bent his knee, moving his hips into her to the pulse of the song. She warily accepted, moving along, trying to ignore the feeling she recognized since a long time ago. The string fell to the floor. Lestat moved one hand around her back to keep her pressed close to him.
Duke chuckled as he noticed Lestat and Amber. "Well, looks like Lestat isn't gay after all."
"What?" Mara asked, suddenly alarmed.
"Didn't you want Amber and Lestat to be together?" Duke asked confused. Mara shook her head slightly. "What's wrong?"
"Just... look at them. Something's not right." From their angle, it looked as if Lestat was grinding his whole body against her. Duke put an arm on her shoulder.
"Honey, you're just overly worried because it's your sister. Relax, it's not like they'll do anything." Duke reassured her and leaned in to taste her lips again. Mara sighed before consenting, but minutes later didn't worry about Amber anymore.
Mallory smiled at Vince Della Vicchi. She had to admit he was a very good looking guy. His hair was very dark and slicked back, he had a slight New Jersey accent though which slightly bothered her. (Ed. Note: Hell, We're From New Jersey and Our Accents Even Piss US Off!) He was in his early thirties, maybe a good ten years older than her, and owned several business corporations in the East Coast as well as partial ownership of a chain of international pubs.
"So, what inspired you to become a business man?" Mallory asked.
"Why, it's really quite simple. My father was a very... powerful man. He was able to build an economic empire and I was extremely impressed with his work. Therefor I decided to get involved with business-" Mallory barely focused on the words he was saying; he had a good head set on his shoulders and she was finding herself more and more attracted to him. 'Maybe this is the reason why I'm not together with Wild Wing anymore. He could never do anything like this,' she wondered.
Grin kissed Tanya on the cheek. "Once again, the Ancient Powers of 'Grin' have set up another couple." Tanya laughed and playfully pushed him aside.
"Powers of 'Grin'? Oh puh-lease. But, I do admit, that man is a ke-keep- find. Where did you pick him up?"
"Well, by chance I noticed the shoes he was wearing were Armani and I commented that was a very nice brand of shoe. In response he smiled and said that he had relatives who had partial ownership and he believed that they were really great shoes. It just went on from there with us talking and he mentioned how he watched our team and asked about Mallory seeing Wild Wing. I mentioned that she had broken up with him and he was interested in meeting her." Grin explained. Tanya smiled and wrapped her arms around Grin's back.
"Aw, you're so considerate and thoughtful. That's why I love you so much." Grin turned his head away as he blushed slightly. Tanya, catching sight of the blush though teased him even more by giving him a big kiss on his hand. He bent down and tilted her head up so that their lips could meet one more time.
Wild Wing sat at the bar watching Lestat and Amber dance. He sighed and stirred another coke with his straw. It wasn't that he liked Amber... it's just that he assumed that she wouldn't be dancing with Lestat. He was jealous of Lestat, not for getting with Amber, but because he had only been with the team for a few days and already had girls all over him. It had been so long since Wild Wing held a girl in his arms. "Mallory," he groaned and swung around to look at her and the "business man from jersey". It just didn't seem fair because he had loved her so much.
"Hey Big Bro!" Nose Dive jumped on the stool next to him. "WHAZZZZZZZZZA?"
"WHASSSSSSAAAAAAA!" Wild Wing hollored laughing hysterically. "So, where's the gal?"
"Bathroom I guess or something. I dunno." he said disconcerned. It still amazed Wild Wing how his brother could be so mellow and low key concerning girls and dating. That was another thing he envied of his brother; Nose Dive was low key. "So, have you met anyone here?"
"No."
"Oh," Nose Dive bit his lip noticing Amber and Lestat together for the first time. "Are they together?"
"How the hell should I know? The last I talked to him he was busy saying that he was completely straight edge and never got any." Wild Wing laughed bitterly. Nose Dive didn't reply. "What? Why aren't you laughing too?"
"Uh, ha ha?"
"Dive, what's wrong?" Nose Dive looked to the ground and back at Wild Wing hesitating.
"He's telling the truth."
"What?" Wild Wing asked confused.
"Lestat. He... he's never even kissed anyone."
"What?! That's absurd! I know he has because-" Wild Wing paused for a minute. He thought it was weird with Lestat, but then again he thought it was just because of the absurd dare... could it be possible that he wasn't hesitating because Wild Wing was a guy but because he had never kissed anyone before? Wild Wing shivered slightly; he personally never turned down a dare and hoped that he didn't seem too "eager" to Lestat...
"Wing, yo big bro you ok?" Nose Dive asked concerned.
"Uh. Yea. I'm cool."
"Hello Boy-ez," Duke said with an exagerated accent. He looked at the bar tender who was behind them and put money on the table. "How YOU Doin'?"
"How You Doin'?" the man said picking the money up and putting out three cokes for them.
"Yea, How You Doin?" Nose Dive said, eagarly grabbing a coke.
"How you doin?" Wild Wing said clinking glasses with Duke. Duke smiled and held his glass up to a man sitting next to him.
"How You Doin?" Duke said raising his glass up in a toast.
"Why fine thanks." The three looked at each other. "I just flew in from Texas to visit my sister. Mighty fine airport you got there."
"Uhhh, that's nice." Duke said before turning back to the brothers who were laughing their heads off. "Yeah okay, why don't you two shut the fuck up!"
"Why, that's not a mighty nice thing to say," Wild Wing mimicked, suprisingly very well. Duke chucked the lemon slice in his coke at Wild Wing, which he avoided easily.
"Why you juvenile males!" The boys turned to face Mara. Immediately, she had to duck to avoid a series of straws and lemon slices aimed towards her head. "DON'T YOU BE DOING THAT TO ME PUNK! I'M A BREAK YO' NECK!" she said, trying to act very tough.
Lestat closed his eyes and touched his beak against Amber's shoulder, as far as everything was concerned this was the best night of his life so far.
This is the Rythm of the Niiight....
MDRAZ
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