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Drinks & Dancing	By : Vermaxen Category: Gundam Wing/AC > General Views: 2763 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Drinks & Dancing
- 2-Possibility 2
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This is an alternate possibility for the stripping
scenario. The first one didn�t happen,
let us pretend, and instead. . . . something else after the infamous unpleasant
conference. Ah. I love going off on tangents. Hohoho.
Crazy crazy me.

Forgive my lack of editing prowess!

Disclaimer: Same as
always. You know the drill. Gundam Wing and all it�s lovely characters
especially do not belong to me. ::weep::

Rubbing her temples, Relena watched Duo almost attack Quatre
and convince him to go get a drink with him, Wufei, and Trowa. Heero stood by her side, impassive, awaiting
instructions. It was his turn to be
bodyguard and so far as he was concerned the job didn�t end until Relena was at
home and safe. She gave him a little
look out of the corner of her eye, but didn�t move or comment. Sometimes it was nice to sit and breathe and
pretend she wasn�t at the job, even if she wasn�t alone. In fact being alone had been something that
troubled her quite a bit these days.
What she would have given just to do something casual like get a drink
with the boys.

But she was their leader, their boss. No one thought to ask the boss out. She sighed as she thought this and the
loneliness deepened. Heero�s presence
had pretty much faded from recognition, since he never spoke to her. It was easy to be alone in his company. Relena was jolted out of her self-pity with
a start when the phone rang loudly in her purse.

�Relena Darlian.�
This line didn�t get used very often, but surely anyone who was calling
had a reason.

�Lena! I thought I
had heard you say you were getting in early, was I wrong?� Hilde�s voice was so warm and friendly that
the gloomy thoughts of a moment ago were banished.

�I�m here.�

�Great! Then you can
come out with the girls tonight.�
Hilde�s voice was loud enough to carry in the quiet shuttleport lounge
and Heero shook his head as if to veto the proposed activity. Relena bit the corner of her lip.

�I don�t know, Hilde, I mean, I�m sort of tired. . .� Heero gave a thin lipped smile.

�Bah! If I know Duo,
he�s out having a good time with a certain friend named Jack Daniels and I�ll
be damned if he gets to have all the fun.
In fact, tonight we all got together to give you a little surprise so
you HAVE to come.�

�If you put it that way. . .� Heero�s miniscule smile disappeared.

�I�ll be there to pick you up in 15 minutes then. Shuttleport right?� Relena specified a location and then hung up.

mal>There was a dangerous silence for a moment or two as Relena
silently counted in her head. She almost
got to four.

�I won�t let you go.�
Heero rumbled.

�You don�t have a choice.
I�m letting you out of your duties for tonight, so go find Duo and the
rest and don�t worry. There will be
plenty of people around me.�

�I don�t like this.�

�No one said you had to like it.� Relena moved with purpose towards where she
had directed Hilde to meet her. Heero
kept up easily even when Relena sped up the pace to a near jog.

�What if something happens?�

Relena tossed up her hands and halted, almost causing a
high-speed collision with the soldier.
She poked a finger into his chest.

�Nothing is going to happen to me. No one cares about assassinating me anymore,
unless you still feel the need to take a shot at me.� Seeing something like hurtsh ash across his
face she was sorry she had said it, but she needed to have some fun and she
wasn�t going to back down. Removing her
finger, she gave him a radiant smile. �Oh, and lose the bra too, it�s an off the
shoulder deal.�

By the time they pulled up to their destination, Relena had
the dress on and was pulling off her pants.
Looking out of the window she saw a sign that proclaimed, among other
things, �ladies only�. A rare dread made
her feel a little queasy. Hilde parked
the car with a flair that stunt drivers would envy and stepped out into the
warm night air.

�Welcome, my hard working friend, to a special night just
for us.� Hilde was in a halter-top and
low waisted dress pants, just as Dorothy was in a miniskirt and blouse. Her suit, now in a puddle on the floor of the
back seat would have indeed been out of place, and judging from the other women
passing by them, laughable as well. Yet,
Relena felt so indecent in her new outfit that she knew she was blushing
already.

Dorothy waggled her eyebrows up and down. �I heard about this place a while ago and
decided that we were going to go sometime.
Boys do stuff like this all the time, so we might as well too.� A militant gleam lit Dorothy�s eyes and
Relena felt almost like dialing up number 1 on speed dial.

No. She wasn�t going
to let herself be intimidated by something like this. Her friends wouldn�t bring her here if she
were going to dislike it. Right?

Moving forward with an intent smile, Dorothy walked up to
the bouncer and paid the fee for all three of them. Hilde had a hold on Relena�s arm as she led
the meeker young woman in ahead of her.
Screaming women brandishing money assailed their vision. Music pounded. Muscles flexed. Lights flashed. More women screamed, some laughed. Relena was sure she was going to faint when a
blond man in a Preventor uniform walked out onto the runway and began to
strip. In mindmind a mantra kept telling
her that he couldn�t actually be in the Preventors, but the suggestion was
there now and she knew the next time she saw Wufei she could not look him in
the eye.

�The floor isn�t going to entertain you, Lena.� Hilde almost yelled, but then she had to so
she could be heard over the din. Dorothy
had already disappeared into the crowd.
�Want a drink?�

Bar. Yes. Then she wouldn�t have to look over at the
half naked men showing off and getting dollars stuffed in their underwear. It wasn�t that she was prudish or really that
shocked, but to be subjected to all this when her normal life was spent around
clinically detached men in suits was a startling switch. Maybe more warning would have helped. Alcohol gave her a goal to focus on until she
could process this better. Hilde handed
her a drink with a little umbrella in it and some fruit. It was a ghastly shad blu blue.

�What am I drinking?�
Relena yelled.

�Does it matter? It�s Dor Dorothy and me tonight, just relax.
I�ll be right over there.� Hilde
motioned towards the stage. A
suspiciously familiar blond head grabbed a sparsely dressed policeman and stole
his hat while stuffing something down his pants at the same time. Relena wondered if she would give back the
hat. Probably not. In the flash of attention she had devoted to
the scene, Hilde had disappeared. Relena
sat down at a table towards the back and sipped her fruity tasting drink.

It was the same for another hour or two, with men coming out
in a steady stream, taking off their clothes and retreating for the next one or
two to take his place. As her abject
embarrassment eased she started to compare each man silently in her mind to the
men she knew: the Gundam pilots. One man
seemed to have Wufei�s arms, another Trowa�s legs; but no man had anything that
she could compare to anything of Heero�s.
Part of the problem was that she had not seen his body since she was 15
and he was in his spandex and tank top days (which had left little to the
imagination). That was a while ago. Nearly aade ade ago. Time really passed so quickly.

She took a sip of the blue drink that had gotten a lot tastier
now that she was on her third one.
Hilde, face flushed, and Dorothy, a policeman�s hat at a jaunty angle on
her head, came over to her table. They
sat down and Hilde gave Relena a particularly evil smile.

�We noticed that you�ve barricaded yourself behind your
drink.� Hilde fiddled with a discarded
mini-umbrella.

�So we decided, if you won�t go to the men, we�ll bring the
men to you.� Dorothy�s smile was less
evil and more sinister, Relena decided to herself. �They do private shows here, you know.� As this information was slowly absorbed and
processed by Relena�s muzzy mind, Dorothy made a motion and two large men came
over to escort the slightly buzzed and slowly panicking Relena to a door to the
side of the stage. It led to a hallway
with a lot of doors. About halfway down
they opened a door and led Relena in to a place that was full of mirrors and
lights but only had a couple chairs.

�He�ll be in after a moment, miss.� Said one man and closed the door.

Alone, in the room, sans drink, Relena felt suddenly very
sober and somewhat ready to dial up Heero again. Besides the knee jerk response to get out,
she tried to calm herself consciously.
Maybe this wasn�t all bad. Part
of what made out there so horrifying was all the women screaming, but in here
she wouldn�t have to deal with that. The
muted roar from outside seemed to be far away.
She should keep an open mind.
Maybe this man was very talented at what he did and she would actually
find him sexy, unlike the rest of the men out there. He stayed turned away.

�You must hate me now.�
Relena said quietly as the dull roar from the front room became audible
again in the silence.

�I don�t hate you.�
He stayed turned away from her.

�It was stupid to go along with this.� She walked up and touched his shoulder; he
twitched. �I�m sorry Heero.� She tried to turn him around but he shrugged
her away. �Please accept my apology
Heero.� He shrugged her hand away again.

�I accept it. Now go
away.�

�It sounds like you�re a at at me. Really, I never wanted to. .�

�Listen, I�m not angry at you. Just leave.�

�I�m not going to -- � Relena stopped in mid sentence as she
sidestepped to try to get in front of him.
That tight underwear really didn�t hide much, did they? Why he didn�t want to face her became
apparent at a glance.
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