So you got the thing you wanted

[wounds]

Who: Genos, Keith, passerby
What: I WANNA TAKE YOU TO A GAY BAR
When: December 1, evening
Where: One of Vista City's gay bars
Warnings: Gratuitous alcohol consumption, getting hit on, paparazzi

[This time Genos picked the bar- and true to his word it's a gay one. Not that he actually cares what kind of bar they end up in. As long as he's drinking, that's just fine by him.

But hell, he kind of wants to see if Keith is willing to show up to this one. He's sent a text to his "friend" and now he's surrounded by fans.

At least he's easy to find.]

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[agains]

[ Someone definitely just got that on video. Have fun, world. ]

Ah, too prideful to be the one doing the deed? [ virgo was here pride is a loser ] I do find it appealing to command The Heavy Metal Prince...

[wounds]

I think you'd look good there. But if you insist...

[He'll leave that trailing, eyes half lidded as he takes another shot and licks his lips in the must suggestive manner possible.]

[agains]

I always look good. [ He sounds almost offended. Why wouldn't he look good? He always does his best to look good; he's supposed to be a guy people can look up to! That fans can admire? To keep up a look that never betrays the integrity of his band and their brand?

Weird stray thoughts, am i right? ] No matter what I'm doing.

I'll tell you again, and I'll tell you again, you can be honest with yourself about your preferences. But I accept.

[ As the drinks continue to flow, the crowd seems to change. No doubt their identities and locations have been leaked by now, even if they haven't done it.

This competition may be getting more witnesses than they expect. ]

[wounds]

But never better than me.

[What a cocky kid. They both look good, but he's sure he looks better.]

And like I said, I'm perfectly willing with anyone.

i guess it's all npc tldr all day long now

[agains]

[ "Genos, will you sign me?" a shirtless young man asks, puffing out his chest.

"You two aren't an item, are you?" a man trying to take home the title of biggest bear whispers in Keith's ear.

Fans and admirers fawn; others watch enviously. Some drink to the point of aggression or misery, most of which ends up on the bathroom floor.

One member of the staff pushes his way in. He's a vapid, attractive guy with a pair of handcuffs hanging conspicuously from his pocket. "Excuse me, gentlemen, can I interest you in one of our specials?" ]

[wounds]

[He does as he's asked, signing his name right onto the man's chest.]

Oh? What's the special?

[agains]

[ "I'm merely a wingman," Keith says, without any no-homo protest. "I'm here for his sake, and to help him."

The bear does not seem pleased with his unusual repetitive speech pattern and frowns, although he remains part of the crowd.

"Body shots," the employee purrs. "Off one of us, of half off if you get yourselves messy." ]

This could be it, Genos! [ Keith is 100% psyched to get him out and proud. ] Your opportunity to experiment without judgment!

[wounds]

Tell me you're offering yourself up.

[agains]

Don't be cheap! We can afford it! [ Keith looks around for the man Genos signed. He looked like quality boyfriend material! ] What kind of friend would let you go home alone tonight?

[wounds]

Are you backing down from a challenge, Goodman?

[agains]

I'll never back down from anything a day in my life.

[ Gay chicken: start. He takes his shirt off to a few whistles and cheers. ]

[wounds]

What a sight.

[He's drinking it in.]

[agains]

[ Cameras flash. This is terrible publicity. The bartender pours the shot (with some quality top-shelf stuff, of course) and hands Keith the salt and lime to do with it as he will.

This innocent boy scout is in over his head with only his programming and the power of friendship to carry him onward. ]

See, admitting it wasn't so hard.

[ oh god where does it go what do ]

[wounds]

Now stick it whenever you want. Don't be shy.

acceptable wrapup?

[agains]

[ Keith doesn't remember much after this.

Onlookers claim that Genos or a waiter forcibly intervened and trickled salt down his stomach, mimicking a happy trail to be lapped up. Others argue that Keith was the aggressor, threading his fingers in Genos's hair and trying to keep his head down longer than usual.

It was universally concluded that the lime was in Keith's mouth and he was reprimanded heavily by Mr. Ursa in order to censor most pictures from that night. There was no kiss but you know how fans can get with photoshop. And boy, did they get creative.

He wakes with a hangover, alone, in his own bed. His shirt is gone. He's sweaty and reeks of alcohol, but he seems otherwise fine - no hickeys, no tattoos he can't explain, only one or two bruises and scratches that were (probably) entirely incidental.

Who won the bet?

No matter; there's a Solstice party around the corner and he's sure they can figure it out then. ]