Dear Sally 2

Dear Sally2

Chapter 2

By the time the two young men had parked the car they were already thirty minutes late. Relena and Hilde stood waiting at the water fountain for the other two to turn up, and it was Hilde who first noticed their arrival. Folding her arms she nudged Relena, who was reading a magazine to alleviate her boredom. The blonde girl looked up at the sudden interruption and seeing the reason for it, closed the magazine. Standing, she too folded her arms and addressed the latecomers.

“What happened to ten am, gentlemen?” she asked curiously.

Duo shrugged casually. “I dunno'... but I guess if he isn't here, then he's not coming.”

Heero rolled his eyes and gave a tug on his future husband's braid, “Baka. Be serious.”

“And break a habit of a lifetime? I don't think so. One so exotic and erotic as I should be worshipped and adored for my sense of humor.”

“You left out psychotic, Duo.” Hilde grinned.

“Ha! You're just jealous of my talents aren't you?”

“You have talents?” Heero raised an eyebrow.

“You stay out of this, Heero.”

Heero blinked.

“I think my talent surpasses any of yours, Duo.” Hilde smirked.

“And just what makes you so special?” Duo teased, playfully poking her in the ribs.

“Ever heard the saying from babe to bitch in sixty seconds?” Relena chimed in, a large grin plastered over her face.

Hilde blinked.

Duo shrugged, “Feh, that’s nothing. Heero can do it in two.”

Heero frowned at him. “I thought you wanted me to stay out of this?”

“Yes, true; however, I don’t remember mentioning anything about not being able to throw your name around in the event of needing moral backup.”

Heero sighed blowing his bangs out of his eyes as he did so. Sometimes he could just reach out, grab him by the braid and…

“Oiy, Heero?”

The vision of Duo being shot putted into space via his braid was short lived as his partner’s voice broke into his thoughts.

Duo rolled his eyes and threw Heero a cheeky grin. “Day dreaming about sending me into orbit again hey, Heero?”

Heero tilted his head so that it was at a slight angle and raised an eyebrow. “I should try it sometime and see if it works. Now, what was it that you were saying?”

Duo pointed towards a café across the way. “I was suggesting we should go have a coffee first, is that all right with you?”

Heero glanced at the two women and they nodded, confirming that they too thought it would be a good idea. “I’d say the vote was unanimous, Duo.”

Duo grinned and wrapped each of his arms around the girls, "Right, coffee it is then." He ushered them towards the café leaving Heero to follow on behind them.

Heero, bringing up the rear into the café, glanced around looking for somewhere inconspicuous to sit. He found a table a few feet away and turned back to get his lover's attention only to find Duo and the girls already heading for a booth down towards the back of the café. He rolled his eyes and followed, sitting himself down on the opposite side to his wayward lover and husband to be.

Duo sat next to Relena and Hilde sat herself down by the young Japanese man. They’d only been seated a few seconds when they were noticed by one of the waitresses. Duo grabbed one of the two menus situated on the table and glanced through it as she walked up to them.

“Are you ready to order ?” the young woman asked.

Duo glanced around at the others who shook their heads. “Could you give us a few minutes?” he smiled at her.

“Not a problem, sir.” She smiled back as she headed back towards the kitchen area.

“That was fast, I mean we only just sat down,” Relena said a little surprised, “That never happens.”

Duo smirked, “Quick, some one call Ripley's Believe or Not .” {N1}

“Down, Duo,” Hilde grinned

Heero sighed rolling his eyes. “Yes, let's try to not get kicked out of yet another café.”

Duo laughed. “That wasn't all my fault.”

Heero gave his partner a long stare. “Who spiked Wu Fei's soda, with Spanish fly?”{N2}

“Well... me... but...”

“And who gave him the condoms and told him to fill them with water?”

“Yeah, but ...”

“I rest my case!”

Duo pouted . “But it was her idea,” he defended himself pointing at Relena.

The young woman looked stunned but said nothing as Heero continued.

Hilde stifled a laugh.

Heero stared at him some more and then raised an eyebrow. “So, you're trying to tell me that Relena, Vice Minister Relena, told you to?”

“Exactly,” Duo confirmed.

“And I suppose she also told you to get Wu Fei to take of his shoes , get up on the table and confess his undying love to his wife, loudly, in front of the whole restaurant, while juggling the water filled condoms, before throwing them at the elderly couple in front of us?”

Hilde burst into laughter. “Poor Wu Fei, Sally wouldn't speak to him for a week.”

“Oh my god that was so funny!” Relena blurted out. “I've never had so much fun my entire life!” she exclaimed. “The look on...” She suddenly faltered as she realized she'd let the cat out of the bag. “Oops,” she grinned, a little embarrassed.

Heero's jaw dropped and he blinked before shutting his mouth. “I don't believe it...”

Duo sat up straight and folded his arms as the light suddenly dawned on Heero. “Heh... I told you so! She's not that innocent, little pink tart that we used to know, Heero.”

Relena glared at him, “Pink tart? God, Duo you're so, how can I say this...? Incomprehensibly unintelligent when it comes to words.”

“It's another talent,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders and a cheeky grin on his face.

Heero said nothing. It would be best at this point if he wanted any chance of peace for the rest of their time in the cafe. He glanced over the menu he and Hilde were sharing and decided on the steak burger and salad. “Anyone else know what they're having yet?” he asked

Hilde pointed to the toasted sandwich list. “I'll have the BLT.”

“Hmmm, I'll have the seafood basket,” Relena informed them.

Duo perused the menu until he came upon the perfect choice. “I'm ready and raring to go.”

“Good.” Heero attracted the attention of the waitress again and she walked over and smiled down at them.

“Ready now are we?” she asked politely.

“Yes, thank you.”

“What would you like?” she asked as she poised her pen over the order pad.

“One seafood basket, one BLT, a steak burger and salad and... Duo?”

“I'll have this, the hot dog in a blanket, but I like it when the hot dog has it's skin peeled back a little way from the end.” He stared at Heero and licked his lips.

Heero blushed red, clasped his legs shut and tore his eyes away from his promiscuous lover's. “Fine,” he almost squeaked, clearing his throat and taking a deep breath before looking up at the waitress who was busy scribbling away on her pad

“Right that's one seafood basket, one BLT, a steak burger and salad and I'll see what I can do about the last one. We've never had a request quite like that before,” she said directing her gaze at Duo. “Did you want the salad or fries with...”

“He'll have the salad!” Heero jumped in. “He's allergic to potatoes!”

“I am no... OW!!” Duo leaned under the table and rubbed his shin, glaring at Heero as he came back up.

“Now, any drinks with that?” the waitress carried on, not noticing the goings on.

“Do you have any Spani...”

Duo's hand instantaneously clamped shut over the Vice Minister's mouth. “Oh no you don't. Being a smart ass is my job,” he whispered in her ear. “Soda everyone? Cola?” he quickly continued.

Everyone nodded including Relena who was snickering away under Duo's palm.

“We'll have a jug of Cola thanks,” Duo confirmed.

The waitress wrote it down and tore off the white copy of the bill placing it face down on the table. “It's approximately a twenty minute wait at the moment.”

“No problem. Thank you,” Heero replied as the waitress smiled again and walked off.

Duo removed his hand from Relena's mouth. “You just stick to being Vice Minister and leave the rest to me,” he ordered her, waggling his finger at her.

Relena snapped at his finger barely missing it with her teeth and then grinned as Duo pulled back, making a face.

Hilde laughed and leaned on the table. “Don't worry Duo, I'm sure she's just PMTing.”

“I knew you were going to say that Hilde!” Relena snorted.

“God, now she has ESP...” Duo laughed.

“Well you know what they say, don't you, Duo?” Hilde began.

Duo shrugged.

“A woman with PMT and ESP is a bitch who knows everything...” Heero finished.

“Heero Yuy! Wash your mouth out with soap!” Relena demanded. “I don't have PMT!”

Duo snickered as Heero slid closer to the wall of the booth for safety. “Don't worry, Relena, it's not that bad and besides... They only call it PMT because mad cow disease was already taken.”

Relena straightened up and smiled at Duo, then raising her hand she patted him on the head. “ Try not to let your mind wander too much, Duo, it's far too small and fragile to be out all by itself.”

Duo opened his mouth to retaliate, but was stopped before he started.

“Alright you two, time out. We're here to discuss wedding business, not practice for the local clowns' circus meet.” Hilde started. “Right we need to decide who's going to wear what.”

“Clothes would be good,” Duo threw in.

“Oh that's right. You haven't you heard yet, have you Duo? We were thinking of throwing you in a wedding dress?” Relena smirked.

“Like hell you are... I'd rather be tarred and feathered,” he spluttered.

“That can be arranged,” Heero mumbled under his breath, as he fiddled with the salt shaker.

“Excuse me?”

Heero shrugged, shook his head and continued to twirl the salt shaker around. The thought of Duo in a dress however was rather amusing. Not that he would let himself be embarrassed in such a way. “I think Relena was joking, Duo,” Heero said in a reassuring tone.

Hilde glanced at Relena and the two of them looked back at Heero, “Actually, Heero, we were thinking of it and quite seriously too. Just think of it Heero...”

“No, Heero don't,” Duo pleaded.

“Duo would look so sexy in a white wedding dress, his hair down around his shoulders, the way it lays so perfectly natural when it's down, the waves of the unbraided hair, soft and silky.”

Heero suddenly found himself rather intrigued with the idea and sat there for a moment imagining Duo's long flowing hair around his shoulders. They had made love quite a few times with Duo's hair untied and it was silky and smooth and so...

“HEERO!!!”

“What!? Oh, sorry Duo I was lost in thought,” Heero apologized.

“Geeze, that must have been unfamiliar territory.”

“Actually, Duo, this time you might not be wrong. I've never imagined you in a dress before... It was rather...”

“Don't even say it, Heero! Just, no...”

“Oh well,” Hilde sighed. "I guess it's tuxes for the both of you then, unless, maybe Heero...”

“NO!!” The two men spat out together.

“Tuxedos will be sufficient,” Heero replied taking a deep breath.

“Well the first stop after we eat should be the Wedding Specialist in shop thirty six.”

Relena nodded in agreement. “Yes, then we should head over after the fitting to the Shoe Captain in shop fifty three, which is right next to the Florist in shop fifty four.”

Hilde leaned back against the booth and rubbed her chin. “We'll need to stop by shop seventy three of course,”

“Yes, make appointment at Giles' Hairstylist for some one to do all our hair for the wedding. I'm pretty sure they still come to your house for that.”

Duo and Heero's eyes darted from one woman to the other as they made the plans for the rest of the shopping trip right before their eyes.

“They did last time we organized Wu Fei and Sally's.”

“Yes, and that wasn't too long ago, and then we need to stop by D'Arcys which is shop number...”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... Ladies... do you know all the stores by their numbers?” Duo said, a bewildered look on his face as he stared into his lover's just as bewildered face.

Relena and Hilde both exchanged glances.

“We're women damn it! What kind of question is that?” Hilde replied adamantly.

Heero and Duo slunk in their seats a little. These two were in charge today no doubt about it and they weren't game to even argue the point, especially after that little display of feminism from the German girl. They sat for the next ten minutes listening to the two of them bantering away about caterers and venues and such. Their ears were buzzing loudly and they were relieved when another waitress returned with their meals.

“I'm starving,” Duo's stomach rumbled and he grinned. “See. Starving.”

“On what continent Maxwell?” Hilde grinned. “You look pretty buff to me.”

“Hey, I'll have you know I lost four pounds this week, thank you very much.”

“Must've been from in-between the ears then,” Relena chuckled.

“Nice that is...” Duo huffed at Relena as his food was finally placed in front of him.

Heero grinned. He felt sorry for his companion sometimes, but he did bring it on himself, although it was part of why he had fallen in love with the man. His stupid sense of humor and fun loving, hyperactive character tended to bring out something in himself he had never known before. Once upon a time he would have balled up into himself and just stayed a loner, but now he couldn't imagine not having these people he had come to know as friends by his side.

“Oiy, geeze, Heero, you've really got your head in the clouds today,” Duo noted. “This is the third time in less than an hour. I'm impressed, Hee-chan. This must be a record for you.”

Heero smiled. “Must be if you say it is. I don't keep track of how often I go off into thinking mode.”

“That what you call it, Heero?” Hilde grinned.

“Something to that effect .” Heero shrugged. “Anyway, we should eat and get a move on. After this we have to head over to Quatre and Trowa's place. They're organizing the catering and want to discuss the menu.” He glanced at the two girls. “Would you two like to tag along?”

Hilde shrugged and looked to Relena for the outcome. Relena nodded. “We'd love to, Heero; thank you.”

Duo grinned, a dumb look on his face. “Well dip me in honey and throw me to the lesbians, “ he began as he ducked the sudden onslaught of flying napkins, “This is gonna be one hell of a fun afternoon.”

~*~

Trowa and Quatre sat in their lounge. They were going over a large list of items needed for the catering. Quatre sighed and murmured to himself as Trowa turned yet another page of yet another catering company's menu. He snorted and threw it with the other ten or so he had already discarded to the floor.

“This is ridiculous. It would be easier and cheaper for me to just go ahead and buy everything and get the Maguanacs to do the catering instead of hiring equipment and people.”

Trowa gave his husband a simple glance. “So? Why don't you?”

Quatre shrugged contemplatively. “I hadn't really thought about it, until forty seconds ago. Not that I mind paying for it, I mean, I offered and I meant it, but for what these crooks are asking for their hiring services....”

Trowa gave him a nod. “Then do it. It's not like the equipment will go to waste. You like to throw the occasional 'twice a week' get together.

Quatre gave him a mock glare. “Fine, I will, and I was thinking of making it three times a week,” he said with a wink.

Trowa chuckled. “Well you do like to entertain.”

“Yes, good job I'm filthy rich then isn't it?” He grinned. “Speaking of entertaining... can you remember what time the other two were getting here?”

Trowa glanced down at his watch. “They said around three or four I think.”

Quatre stared down at all the magazines on the floor, “What's the time now?”

“A little after... wait a minute, you have your own watch.”

Quatre laughed and checked the time on his own. “Okay, let's say they'll get here at four, because knowing those two, they'll be promptly late. So we have an hour to clean up this mess and get some refreshments organized.” He pulled himself out of his seat and stretched. “You clean, I'll organize.”

Trowa raised an eyebrow as he stood and grabbed a retreating Quatre by the collar. “Not so fast, shorty, you'll clean and I'll ask Rashid to organize refreshments and then I'll come back and help you.”

Quatre grinned sheepishly at his husband. “Well it was worth a try.”

Trowa kissed his husband on the forehead. “Try it again and you'll be on the couch,” he grinned as he left his partner and headed off to find Rashid.

TBC...

N1: Ripley's believe it or not is a TV show that has bizarre, rare and unusual happenings as it's main focus and at the end the host of the show would always say “Believe it or not”

N2: The Spanish fly is an emerald-green beetle in the family Meloidae, Lytta vesicatoria.[1][2] It is 15 mm to 22 mm long and 5 mm to 8 mm wide, and lives on plants in the families Caprifoliaceae and Oleaceae. The beetle contains up to 5% cantharidin which irritates animal tissues. The crushed powder of Spanish fly is of yellowish brown to brown-olive color with iridescent reflections, of disagreeable scent and bitter flavor.
Spanish fly, or cantharides as it is sometimes called, is often given to farm animals to incite them to mating. The cantharides excreted in the urine irritate the urethral passages, causing inflammation in the genitals and subsequent priapism. For this reason, Spanish fly has been given to humans for purposes of seduction. It is dangerous since the amount required is minuscule and the difference between the effective dose and the harmful dose is quite narrow. Cantharides cause painful urination, fever, and sometimes bloody discharge. They can cause permanent damage to the kidneys and genitals.

This is the link to the information if you want to know more. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spanish_fly