I Ordered A Pizza But I Got A Hot Chick

Bitches, we're going clubbing

"How do I look?" Centaur stepped out of the other room, wearing nothing but a tight grey shirt and black skinny jeans.
Alley cat took a second to assess him, sweeping him over. He had a good amount of muscle definition, but his features were a little too boyish and rounded for her taste.
She beckoned him over, digging some makeup out of her bag. She sat him down and started applying some makeup, defining his jawline and cheekbones to make him look older and sexier.
Bumblebee was standing behind Centaur, watching with an amused smirk. He didn't look very fight ready. He was wearing a soft red and blue t shirt and a pair of sweats. It was deceiving though. She had accidentally startle him and got blasted with some sort of wierd energy that he told her was psiioniics.
"So, Centaur-" she started, but was cut off by the fake hooker.
"Centaur seems so impersonal. Call me Horuss," he smiled at her, blue eyes twinkling.
Once Alley Cat had seen Horuss without his goggles, she realized he was the perfect choice for the fake prostitute. Those eyes just screamed, 'I'm ready for you'.
She finished his makeup, grinning and exchanging an amused glance with Bumblebee.
"Alrighty then. Bitches, we're going clubbing," she said with an amused twinkle in her eye.
The plan was simple. Alley cat and Bumblebee would hang out in the corners, keeping an eye on horuss till he gave them the signal that they'd found their man.
The problem was getting Bumblebee dressed up.
"I don't thee why I have to dreth up for thith!" He complained, pouting at the button up and jeans she had picked out for him.
"Because they're not going to let you in the club when you look like a twelve year old that just dragged himself out of bed." Meulin rolled her eyes at the boy.
He grumbled and grabbed the clothes, going to the other room to shower and change.
Alley cat was already dressed in a tight black leather dress. She joined Centaur where he was sitting on the table as she pulled on her six inch red platform heels.
"Those are... Quite the shoes," he commented, looking a little intimidated by the shiny heels.
"I think I actually may have killed a man with these before," she speculated idly, before questioning, "why is Bumblebee such a grumpy sourpuss?"
"His boyfriend is always too busy with college to spend time with him and he's lonely. Also, I'm warning you now, he does sometimes blow stuff up with those powers of his just for the sake of being a jackass," he warned.
"Please dont tell me he's going to do something like that tonight," she groaned.
"I don't believe he will. I think he might also be scared of you," he said, softly as always.
Meulin laughed.
"I know. I scared him and he almost put a hole in the wall with his psiioniics."
"Sounds like him. One time he almost threw my younger brother out the window," Horuss said, looking a bit amused at the memory.
Bumblebee walked out, and Meulin had to admit, the boy cleaned up pretty nicely.
"Are you athholeth ready?" He raised a blonde eyebrow.
"But of course. Now, let's go!" Meulin got up, now taller than Horuss, and walking to the car.
They drove to the club in relative silence, Meulin making a few remarks about how Horuss and Bumblebee (who's name she learned was sollux) seemed like a married couple, which the two denied, because sollux has a boyfriend and Horuss 'doesn't like him like that'.
When they pulled up at the club, she turned to the two men.
"Alright, have either of you ever been clubbing?" She asked.
They both shook their head and she sighed.
"Of course not. Just, ugh, follow my lead. Act cool," with that, she stepped out of the car, breezing past the bouncer with a look that said, 'buddy, I've been partying all weekend, and you and I both know I know everyone in there.'
Horuss and sollux followed her in, and the scent of alcohol and people vomiting up that alcohol hit her in waves. She could feel the bass of the presumably shitty music all throughout her body, and she scanned the area for a good spot to plant Horuss.
"Horuss, you go over there," she pointed to a spot that wasn't as crowded as the rest.
Horuss went over there, doing his best to look hookerish, while meulin and sollux sat at the bar, doing their best to look like they weren't a deaf Catwoman and a guy who could lift this whole club into the air without lifting a finger.
"So, the majestic hoofbeast over there says that you're having boy problems," she raised an eyebrow at the bicolored bee.
He sighed.
"Yeah. My boyfriend ith majoring in marine biology and he hath a part time job, and between all that he barely hath time for me anymore. Like, I underthtand why, but-"
"Wait wait wait wait... Would you happen to be dating someone named Eridan?" Meulin looked at him curiously.
"How did you...."
"He came to the pizza place I work at for a day job. He talked about you. Website designer huh?"
"Yeah," he admitted, "what did he thay about me?"
"You were a great boyfriend. He also said a bunch of other stuff but I'm not yelling you. Does he know about your night-job?" She asked.
"Yeah. He doethnt like it though. Heth thcared of lothing me I think."
"I would imagine he would be. Nothing leaves you emptier than losing someone you love," she said forlornly, "you really need to make time for him, Bumblebee."
Sollux looked at her a bit strangely before brushing off her words and nodding.
Just then, Horuss walked bye, making out with a Hispanic man with red tipped hair. He pulled away from him to gasp for air and say to them, "You two are on you own."
Both Meulin and sollux just stared for a few seconds as the groped each other as they walked out of the club.
Meulin broke the silence with a quiet, "I ship it. Also, you're up for fake prostitute."
"Lovely."