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The night was young. But Wario was younger. Hitting the town with his good friends Mario, Waluigi, and Luigi, he could never have prepared himself for the life changing night that was about to come. They decided to first hit up Club Copabanana, which they believed to be only their first stop during their night out. Wario was dressed in his favorite motorcycle garb. The light blue jean jacket perfectly framed his thicc figure. The fingerless gloves, embroidered with his initial, allowed for his dexterous fingers to tantalize unsuspecting potential lovers. His pink pants taut on his juicy rump. Wario, on his motorcycle, pulled up to the club and strutted in with his friends, brimming with confidence as always.
Dex Dogtective never particularly liked going out. He usually just stayed in the corner as Sunshine Goodness and Daredevil Dan tore up the dance floor. After a glass of milk or two he may be inclined to talk to a handsome stranger, but he never suspected tonight would be quite different. Standing in his normal corner, observing Sunshine grinding on Mr. Clean, Dex was contemplating his recent cases when he heard the roar of a motorcycle pull up to Club Copabanana. Curious, he looked towards the door, unsure who this stranger could be. Dex could not believe his eyes when the most beautiful man walked through the doors of his humble club.
Entering the club, Wario headed straight for the dance floor. He did not need any drinks to get down and dirty. He started popping and locking harder than he had in a while, unaware of his surroundings and uncaring of who was watching. He felt the beat. He heard the music. The lyrics were speaking to him on a level no one else could have understood.
Oh the taste of your lips I’m on a ride,
you’re toxic I’m slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise I’m addicted to you,
Don’t you know that you’re toxic
Shaking his rear to his pop icon, Wario began to glisten. With the club lights bouncing off the sweat forming on his brow, Wario appeared to sparkle, similar to his favorite vampire, Edward Cullen. Nobody was more fascinated by this than Dex Dogtective. Normally, Dex would never be courageous enough to approach a man that seemed so far out of his league, but he felt that this man was different. He was drawn to him, pulled by a force that would not stop until they made contact. Placing his still full cup of milk back on the counter, Dex slowly made his way to the dance floor, never taking his eyes off of the jean-jacket clad figure.
Making it to the dance floor after what seemed like forever, Dex was unsure of what to do, although he knew he had to do something. He stood there, watching the man shake his booty and shine under the lights, confident, uncaring, and magnificent. Dex admired the way his clothes fit the man’s figure tightly in all the right ways. Dex reached out to grab his arm, when suddenly the handsome figure turned the other direction. A tall, purple clad man was calling to this beautiful stranger. He started for the other side of the club. Dex had missed his chance because he was too busy watching, as always.