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Kingsly sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at the mesh shirt in his lap. He remembered the way Puddle’s face lit up when they saw it, handing him the colourful garment with a plea to try it on. It was far different than the clothes he was used to wearing; it fit him just fine, sure, but it didn’t leave much to the imagination. At least he wouldn’t be the only one in town dressing up.
See, a club had recently opened, receiving an influx of lively partygoers. News of it had spread from person to person, eventually reaching the stylist as they tended to one of their excitable regulars. They were curious about the venue, happy to experiment so long as they had Kingsly by their side. That’s why they went shopping for the perfect outfits to wear out that night, that’s why he was sitting there on the bed, wondering if he was in over his head.
He hadn’t even seen Puddle’s outfit yet, but he was sure it would be a real doozy. The bathroom had been occupied for the better half of an hour, and their makeup bag was missing from the bedside table. Stars, even with the eclectic clothes he was to wear, he had a feeling Puddle would outshine him. Ah, he really ought to put his clothes on. He didn’t want to waste time, and he didn’t want to worry Puddle with his hesitation.
The shirt, despite its thin material, retained his body heat just fine, so long as they didn’t catch a late-night breeze. He paired the shirt with something simple, a pair of black slacks he had picked up while thrifting, just about the fanciest he could have gotten when he shopped by himself. He checked out his outfit in the mirror.
Hm… maybe he could get used to this.
Just as he adjusted to his reflection in the mirror, a voice rang out from the bathroom.
“Kiiiiings~ All ready?”
“Ah, yes! How about you?”
He looked over just in time to see the door open. As they stepped out, he saw just how much they had dressed up for the occasion. When he said Puddle would outshine him, he really meant it.
They wore a long black skirt made of some translucent material, studded with gorgeous rhinestones that mimicked the stars in the sky. A mesh shirt near identical to Kingsly’s tucked into it, the matching colours were a statement in itself, as if to say ‘He’s mine, and I’m his.' Stars, even their makeup was sparkly, it really suited the rest of their getup.
Puddle grinned at the starstruck look on Kingsly’s face, coming up and kissing him on the cheek. The touch stunned him out of his stupor, and he finally got out a word.
“...Pretty..”
“Aw, thanks, Kings! You’re looking real good there yourself!”
Kingsly hugged around their middle, burying his face in the crook of their neck to hide his embarrassment. He took a deep breath, finding himself overwhelmed by the scent of cinnamon that emanated from them. If the sight of them all dressed up wasn’t enough to make him feel hot, the sweet smell sure was.
“Wh-what’s–”
“Oh? I’ve had this new perfume for a while, figured now would be a good time to try it on. You seem to like it~”
“Aha, well– shouldn’t we be- er- heading out?”
“Right, let’s go!”
Kingsly struggled to follow all the twists and turns they followed to get to the damned club, distracted by the chill of Puddle’s soft hand as they led him down the road. Stars, he really was in over his head.
The sun set behind them, casting the area in a deep orange hue. Judging by the music they heard in the distance, they ought to be close now.
Whatever he imagined he’d find at the venue, this was far from it. Bright lights were a given, sure, but he wasn’t sure the building was quite so large when he saw it last. The music seemed so much louder now that they were inside, the smell of sweat and booze was almost suffocating. He clung to Puddle to savour their sweetness.
The bulk of the crowd had gathered on the floor to dance and mingle, while a smaller few sat by the bar. Kingsly wasn’t quite sure where to stand or what to do. He had never partied when he was younger, growing up in the country led to him being quite sheltered. Once more, Puddle led the way, practically dragging him to the dance floor in their excitement.
They pulled Kingsly close to them as the song changed, swaying with him as he got his bearings. He could barely tear his eyes away from the movement of their hips, squinting as the many rhinestones caught the glare of colourful lights up above. The look in their eyes, it almost had him in a trance. His hands absently squeezed their waist, keeping him grounded.
In the midst of the large crowd, they danced and spun about, holding each other tight as if they’d otherwise be lost. It was just like the day of their wedding, hell, he dared say that Puddle looked even prettier than they did that day. Perhaps it was the smells, the atmosphere, or all the spinning, but Kingsly was starting to feel dizzy.
Puddle noticed how faint he looked, shouting over the music so they could be heard.
“Why don’t you get us some drinks? I’ll meet you by the bar!”
“A-alright, Petal.”
He stepped away and sat at a lonely stool. The bar was surprisingly clean, looking as if it were freshly polished the way it shined under the lights. Even the drinks had their own sort of gleam to them, though he couldn’t quite recognise any of the brands. He was never too hot on the taste of alcohol, so he ordered something light.
The drinks put before him were about as bright as his shirt, tasting almost sweet despite the nasty aftertaste. Apparently they were infused with fruit straight from Koppai. Though last he heard of that planet, they were heading towards another food crisis… Well, he was glad they had it figured out in the end. The fresh fruit was lovely.
As he took another sip, he looked back to the dance floor. It was hard to miss Puddle, they were practically a walking disco ball out there! He sighed fondly, propping his head up as he watched them move. They eventually managed to push through the crowd, making their way to Kingsly’s side. The way they smiled when he handed them their drink was enough to steal his eyes again.
“Thanks hun! Whew, it was crazy out there!”
“You can say that again. You look like you were having an awful lot of fun!”
They smiled even wider. Ah, there was that fuzzy feeling again. He turned his attention to the drinks, hoping Puddle wouldn’t mind the one he picked for them.
“The, er– the drinks are a little fruity, hope you don’t mind.”
“You’re a little fruity, Kings,” Puddle giggled.
He took another sip to distract himself, seeming captivated by the polished wood of the bar top all of a sudden. Phew, he didn’t think his drink was all that strong, but he still felt a buzz coming on much sooner than he had expected, warming him to his core.
When he glanced back at Puddle, the look in their eyes almost made him choke on his drink. Their lidded eyes stared into his as they leaned in, bracing themself with a hand on his thigh. Oh, oh. That look… they wanted something. Namely him, if he was reading them right.
Putting aside their empty glass, they roughly pulled him into a kiss. They must have worked up quite a thirst, having finished their drink so quickly. They threaded their fingers through Kingsly’s hair and left their seat, standing over him. Stars, they were insatiable.
Kingsly put down his own drink and pulled away for a moment to catch his breath, before it was stolen once more when they leaned in further to trail kisses down his jaw, the hand on his thigh squeezed him tightly. He wasn’t averse to necking in the comfort of their own home, but there were people around!
Blushing like mad, he glanced towards the other partygoers, all of them seeming thoroughly disinterested in their behaviour.
Still, he gently peeled Puddle off of him and huffed, “P-petal, not here.”
“Ughh…” they groaned, getting a shaky laugh out of him, “Then let’s go home already!”
“Ah, i-if you insist—”
Puddle dragged him out before he had the chance to pay for their drinks.
What a night.