Halloween Bets
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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
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2,907
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9
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Chapter 8
Authors note: I am so sorry it took so long to post this! Between working and school and bouncing around other fic ideas its been crazy hectic! Well, I hope you enjoy! And the next chapter shouldn't take so long! Feedback appreciated! :P
We arrived at the party at a little after 9pm. We were in the middle of the pack so to speak – neither toward the front of the party goers nor were we the last to show up. Thank goodness! I may have felt more daring given the fact that I didn’t look much like myself, but lets face it, the eyes don’t change and I’ve been told that they are a dead give-away.
We loaded up a couple of plates from the snack table and made our way over to a table. So far, no one had made me yet, and while I knew it wouldn’t last I couldn’t help but be grateful. I was still getting used to my new skin in this public setting with all of my coworkers – many of which still feared me in some ways, and all respected – surrounding me and would eventually figure out that it was me.
A hand landed on my shoulder and a loud “Wow!” in the voice of Quatre came from my right, so I turned and looked coyly from under my eyelashes. The look of pure shock on his face almost made up for the degradation of my current undergarments – almost. I stood up, which was made more dramatic by the fact that I have a couple inches on the guy, and smirked at him. “Hey there,” I replied, raising the pitch of my voice, heightening it. Which only made his eyes go wider. Perfect.
His mouth kept opening and closing. Obviously words were failing him when all that ended up coming out was another “Wow!”
I laughed then and tapped my finger to his nose. “Where’s your harem girl?” I asked, not seeing Trowa anywhere around.
“Oh, umm,” he blinked a couple of times, trying to get his brain to switch gears – something he was having a lot of difficulty with, his eyes continuously scanning me from top to bottom. He shook his head. “Trowa ran into someone and now they’re dancing.”
I looked out to the dance floor, trying to see who Trowa was dancing with – I was really going to laugh if he got Wufei to unwittingly dance with him. But much to my surprise, he was dancing with Relena.
“I thought she had that meeting and she couldn’t make it,” I asked Quatre, looking over at him. He shrugged and took a sip out of his glass. He was still staring at me. I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Quatre!” I snapped my fingers in front of his face.
He blinked a couple more times. “Oh, sorry! It’s just that, well, wow,” he said, yet again. It was starting to get annoying.
“We know Quat, you’ve only said it three times now,” Duo drawled from where he was still sitting at the table. At least I wasn’t the only one annoyed by it.
“Quatre, my question,” I reminded him.
“Oh, yeah. Well, the meeting finished up early so she hopped on a plane and got out here as fast as she could. Said she loved a good costume party,” he smiled up at me.
Uh-oh. “You didn’t tell her did you?” That would be so uncool, but very devious, which means it was a possibility considering this was our Quatre.
He smirked, then laughed when my death glare came into play. “No, no,” he waved his hand and held up his drink as if trying to ward off a blow. “No, I didn’t say anything specific. I simply told her that I knew what a couple of the costumes would be, and that she should really try to make it ‘cause they were going to blow peoples minds.” He laughed again. “People have already made Trowa.” He looked up at me again. “You, on the other hand, are going to take awhile for people to place.”
I smirked at that. Quatre was the only person to recognize me so far, and I think that was a) because I was with Duo, and b) he had a good idea as to what I would be dressed as. Tonight was going to be lots of fun.
We arrived at the party at a little after 9pm. We were in the middle of the pack so to speak – neither toward the front of the party goers nor were we the last to show up. Thank goodness! I may have felt more daring given the fact that I didn’t look much like myself, but lets face it, the eyes don’t change and I’ve been told that they are a dead give-away.
We loaded up a couple of plates from the snack table and made our way over to a table. So far, no one had made me yet, and while I knew it wouldn’t last I couldn’t help but be grateful. I was still getting used to my new skin in this public setting with all of my coworkers – many of which still feared me in some ways, and all respected – surrounding me and would eventually figure out that it was me.
A hand landed on my shoulder and a loud “Wow!” in the voice of Quatre came from my right, so I turned and looked coyly from under my eyelashes. The look of pure shock on his face almost made up for the degradation of my current undergarments – almost. I stood up, which was made more dramatic by the fact that I have a couple inches on the guy, and smirked at him. “Hey there,” I replied, raising the pitch of my voice, heightening it. Which only made his eyes go wider. Perfect.
His mouth kept opening and closing. Obviously words were failing him when all that ended up coming out was another “Wow!”
I laughed then and tapped my finger to his nose. “Where’s your harem girl?” I asked, not seeing Trowa anywhere around.
“Oh, umm,” he blinked a couple of times, trying to get his brain to switch gears – something he was having a lot of difficulty with, his eyes continuously scanning me from top to bottom. He shook his head. “Trowa ran into someone and now they’re dancing.”
I looked out to the dance floor, trying to see who Trowa was dancing with – I was really going to laugh if he got Wufei to unwittingly dance with him. But much to my surprise, he was dancing with Relena.
“I thought she had that meeting and she couldn’t make it,” I asked Quatre, looking over at him. He shrugged and took a sip out of his glass. He was still staring at me. I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Quatre!” I snapped my fingers in front of his face.
He blinked a couple more times. “Oh, sorry! It’s just that, well, wow,” he said, yet again. It was starting to get annoying.
“We know Quat, you’ve only said it three times now,” Duo drawled from where he was still sitting at the table. At least I wasn’t the only one annoyed by it.
“Quatre, my question,” I reminded him.
“Oh, yeah. Well, the meeting finished up early so she hopped on a plane and got out here as fast as she could. Said she loved a good costume party,” he smiled up at me.
Uh-oh. “You didn’t tell her did you?” That would be so uncool, but very devious, which means it was a possibility considering this was our Quatre.
He smirked, then laughed when my death glare came into play. “No, no,” he waved his hand and held up his drink as if trying to ward off a blow. “No, I didn’t say anything specific. I simply told her that I knew what a couple of the costumes would be, and that she should really try to make it ‘cause they were going to blow peoples minds.” He laughed again. “People have already made Trowa.” He looked up at me again. “You, on the other hand, are going to take awhile for people to place.”
I smirked at that. Quatre was the only person to recognize me so far, and I think that was a) because I was with Duo, and b) he had a good idea as to what I would be dressed as. Tonight was going to be lots of fun.