What Difference Does it Make
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Category:
Gundam Wing/AC › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
705
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
I'm So Sick and Tired
Duo headed into the building, walking slowly towards the concrete stairs and wondered why the bar owners hadn\'t painted them yellow. The stairwell was cool at the bottom, but crowded, breezes from the doorway sweeping in at random intervals. Around him conversation thrived.
\"He was spending hours on Gay.com and shooting down all the pro-homosexual laws, how hypocritical is that?\"
\"You haven\'t seen it yet?! You need to go. It was phenomenal. Really made you examine how people interact these days.\"
\"If I hear one more person sight the Janet Jackson boob incident as reason to cut down on nudity in television, I might consider flashing the camera. I mean really, if they want to do something about the youth today, do something about the parenting.\"
He didn\'t feel compelled to join into any conversation. He never felt connection to these types of people. Duo pulled out his cell phone and pressed Quatre\'s speed dial number. He waited through the rings, which seemed to exponentially decrease in pace. If he didn\'t know better, he would have considered calling the phone company and telling them to change their batteries. One the sixth ring Quatre\'s voice mail picked up. Duo hung up and dialed again, waiting yet another six rings before he got voice mail again. \"Quatre, this is Duo. I thought I saw you tonight at the intersection of Federation and 4th. Did you rear end someone tonight, or am I imagining things? Call me back. Bye.\" Duo closed his phone, stuck it back in his coat pocket, and waited.
The inane conversation continued without his contribution. They carried on all the way up the stairs. They echoed off the hallways, doubling, fogging up the stairwell with a cloud of pride pink bullshit, so femmy and flamy it almost sparkled. Duo became lost in it, half expecting to find himself on the other side of an abandoned road near an old mansion owned by an alien transvestite from Transsexual Transylvania.
The stairway conversation was overpowered by bar noise at the top of the stairs. Finally out of the fog, he was faced with the red lights of Ruby\'s glowing through the black metal doorjamb. Paul, the bouncer was a large black shadow beside the door. Behind the register was someone Duo didn\'t know, but that didn\'t surprise him. Ruby\'s didn\'t keep cashiers long.
Slowly the line worked its way forward. The thick, hot alcohol scented air rolled over their ordered crowd. Duo shrugged off his coat, draping the soft, smooth leather over his arm. A whistle several people behind him caught his attention. Duo looked behind him and noticed a man looking him over.
\"Hey handsome. Can I buy you a drink?\" the man shouted
\"No thanks,\" Duo replied. \"I already got rid of one date tonight and don\'t want to do it again.\"
\"Your loss,\" the man yelled before turning back to his friend. Duo faced towards the counter again and shook his head. As he approached the counter, he got his money ready.
\"Make sure you look at the club policy posted next to the door,\" the cashier said lifelessly as he handed her his cover charge. She motioned with her head towards the rainbow paper next to the door.
\"Is there anything that doesn\'t come in pride colors these days?\" Duo quipped with a lopsided grin.
\"Just Presidents,\" she replied and stamped his hand.
\"Hey Paul,\" Duo said to the bouncer as he passed, \"she\'s fun. Keep her around.\"
\"I\'ll do my best Duo,\" the bear replied his grin barely visible through the thick beard. Duo laughed, but he wasn\'t sure Paul heard it over the throng of patrons. Ruby\'s Friday night crowd was just picking up. As he worked his way towards inside he waved at people, ex-lovers or friends of friends with whom he might have struck up a conversation, had he been in the mood, but sycophants and hangers-on weren\'t his speed tonight. After hours of listening to the drivel his date gushed, all he wanted was to get thoroughly lubricated and to forget about men.
He scanned the line of the bar, and found an empty stool in the corner, next to a man in a dark suit staring down at his tumbler. Slowly he worked his way over to it, watching it like a parking spot in a mall parkade, as he circled around to claim it. Finding it still free, he grinned at the stranger in the suit and asked, \"Is this seat taken?\"
\"It\'s not being used,\" the man grumbled before turning back to his drink.
\"Good,\" Duo replied, draping his coat over the back before sitting. Congratulating himself at finding the one person in the bar that wouldn\'t speak to him, he proceeded to lean forward to get a attention of a bartender.
\"He was spending hours on Gay.com and shooting down all the pro-homosexual laws, how hypocritical is that?\"
\"You haven\'t seen it yet?! You need to go. It was phenomenal. Really made you examine how people interact these days.\"
\"If I hear one more person sight the Janet Jackson boob incident as reason to cut down on nudity in television, I might consider flashing the camera. I mean really, if they want to do something about the youth today, do something about the parenting.\"
He didn\'t feel compelled to join into any conversation. He never felt connection to these types of people. Duo pulled out his cell phone and pressed Quatre\'s speed dial number. He waited through the rings, which seemed to exponentially decrease in pace. If he didn\'t know better, he would have considered calling the phone company and telling them to change their batteries. One the sixth ring Quatre\'s voice mail picked up. Duo hung up and dialed again, waiting yet another six rings before he got voice mail again. \"Quatre, this is Duo. I thought I saw you tonight at the intersection of Federation and 4th. Did you rear end someone tonight, or am I imagining things? Call me back. Bye.\" Duo closed his phone, stuck it back in his coat pocket, and waited.
The inane conversation continued without his contribution. They carried on all the way up the stairs. They echoed off the hallways, doubling, fogging up the stairwell with a cloud of pride pink bullshit, so femmy and flamy it almost sparkled. Duo became lost in it, half expecting to find himself on the other side of an abandoned road near an old mansion owned by an alien transvestite from Transsexual Transylvania.
The stairway conversation was overpowered by bar noise at the top of the stairs. Finally out of the fog, he was faced with the red lights of Ruby\'s glowing through the black metal doorjamb. Paul, the bouncer was a large black shadow beside the door. Behind the register was someone Duo didn\'t know, but that didn\'t surprise him. Ruby\'s didn\'t keep cashiers long.
Slowly the line worked its way forward. The thick, hot alcohol scented air rolled over their ordered crowd. Duo shrugged off his coat, draping the soft, smooth leather over his arm. A whistle several people behind him caught his attention. Duo looked behind him and noticed a man looking him over.
\"Hey handsome. Can I buy you a drink?\" the man shouted
\"No thanks,\" Duo replied. \"I already got rid of one date tonight and don\'t want to do it again.\"
\"Your loss,\" the man yelled before turning back to his friend. Duo faced towards the counter again and shook his head. As he approached the counter, he got his money ready.
\"Make sure you look at the club policy posted next to the door,\" the cashier said lifelessly as he handed her his cover charge. She motioned with her head towards the rainbow paper next to the door.
\"Is there anything that doesn\'t come in pride colors these days?\" Duo quipped with a lopsided grin.
\"Just Presidents,\" she replied and stamped his hand.
\"Hey Paul,\" Duo said to the bouncer as he passed, \"she\'s fun. Keep her around.\"
\"I\'ll do my best Duo,\" the bear replied his grin barely visible through the thick beard. Duo laughed, but he wasn\'t sure Paul heard it over the throng of patrons. Ruby\'s Friday night crowd was just picking up. As he worked his way towards inside he waved at people, ex-lovers or friends of friends with whom he might have struck up a conversation, had he been in the mood, but sycophants and hangers-on weren\'t his speed tonight. After hours of listening to the drivel his date gushed, all he wanted was to get thoroughly lubricated and to forget about men.
He scanned the line of the bar, and found an empty stool in the corner, next to a man in a dark suit staring down at his tumbler. Slowly he worked his way over to it, watching it like a parking spot in a mall parkade, as he circled around to claim it. Finding it still free, he grinned at the stranger in the suit and asked, \"Is this seat taken?\"
\"It\'s not being used,\" the man grumbled before turning back to his drink.
\"Good,\" Duo replied, draping his coat over the back before sitting. Congratulating himself at finding the one person in the bar that wouldn\'t speak to him, he proceeded to lean forward to get a attention of a bartender.