Quagmire x Reader x Bryan

Car Ride

The next day, I dressed in leggings and an over sized old man sweater. I always enjoyed how itchy the fabric was, plus the upside would be not giving him the satisfaction of seeing me in my nice clothes. I figured it would cause him to leave me alone for good. I mean, if there is no second date, then there is no problem, right?

The door bell rang, and I opened it slowly. I peaked one eye out of the small crack. "Hey." It was him. Quagmire.  i opened the door all the way, revealing the "bummy" clothes i put on. His face almost made me laugh. is eyes were opened wide, and his mouth mirrored.

"Wow." He said.

Finally, I'll be left alo-

"How do you look so nice without makeup?" He stood smiling. Now that i get a closer look at his face, its contorted into a fucking smile. He almost looks like a dog wagging his tail. 

"Pardon me, what did you say?" His eyes would not stop darting my frame. It was honestly a little creepy. 

"Stop looking at me like that, or I'm slamming the door in your face." He immediately stopped. "Good. Thank you." I knew this man only wanted one thing out of me, but I didnt want to give it to him. I wanted to see how long I could go with this man before he realized I wasnt going to sleep with him. It's almost comical seeing a sex driven man, fall to their knees. I loved being a woman who could tower over a man and have complete control over them.  He shakily handed me a bouquet of flowers; roses, Lily's, and white baby breaths. It was a weird amalgamation of color, it honestly seemed a little chaotic. I grabbed them from him, "Oh, are these for me?" 

"Yeah, I drove around yesterday, and picked them from different spots in town. I thought they reminded me of you." He put his hands behind his head, and blushed a little.

Now, that sounds cute and all, but there is a little problem with that. The flowers were wrapped in that cheap ass plastic from walmart, plus there was a scratched off price tag. I should hit this man for lying to me. I decided to remain silent, and hold in my budding resentment. This may work on the other women he has had sex with, but it wont work for me. 

I started to lock my door and Quagmire started to head toward his car. "What are you doing?" I asked. 

"I thought we should take my car for--" I cut him off quick as hell.

"You thought wrong, we will take my car." I squinted at him and looked him up and down. "I'm still weary about you." I unlocked my car and told him to get in. I was half tempted to make him sit in the backseat, like I'm some sort of Uber.

I started flipped the key in the ignition and started backing out of the driveway. I hate silent car rides, and boy let me tell you, it was deadly silent until he said, "So how's your father?" This is a weird perverted tactic he was trying to deploy. 

I shut it down quick, "Fine." I didn't want him to know my parents passing. I actually didnt want him to know anything about my life. "How is yours?" I redirected the question to him, so he could do the talking. 

"Oh.." he paused and looked uncomfortable. "My mom is a whore, who had sex with a bunch of my teacher's so Id be top of the class." Yeesh, now I know where he gets his weird sexual exploits from. "And my dad is a woman now." he looked even more uncomfortable.

"Really?" I said amazed. "She sounds brave." He shrugged. "Hey, you don't know how hard it is for trans people out here. People will hate you just because you feel a certain way. More often then not, they feel unsafe being alone in public because you're not sure what could happen to them. You really should look at it from her eyes, rather than your own." This felt more like I was lecturing a kid on bullying. 

"I guess I Never really thought of it that way." He kinda pisses me off, but I'm glad he listened to what I had to say. Next stop, Breakfast/Lunch, or whatever this date is!