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Dite's Decadent Delights, Friday

Ah, Dite's. Sparkle enjoyed his shifts here, not just because it was such a sex-positive workspace (obviously), and even managed to be tasteful, so far as sex stores went, but also because it contained one thing that he enjoyed spending his time with more than any other item at any other place he'd ever worked.

... It was a short list, granted.

But that wasn't going to stop him from loudly singing Petey Sci-Fi songs while dressing up the giant metal rooster in Halloween-themed lingerie. Because it was festive, okay? And 'sexy chicken' was just as ridiculous as any other costume that tended to lean toward 'sexy' this time of year.

"Don't get hot. And. Fluuuuustered! Use. A. Bit. Of. MUSTARD!"

It was a pretty okay day to be Sparkle. Especially to be Sparkle strutting around with a yellow feather boa, playing out the floor show with a giant metal poultry sculpture.

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Atton had a life outside of his two point five friends, thanks-- well, he didn't, but he was capable of entertaining himself, which was why he hadn't actually planned to stop by the store. He'd headed into town for a walk to clear his head, actually.

And he wasn't really stopping by the store as much as he was stopping a short distance away from it and squinting because... well, Sparkle strutting around with a yellow feather boa and a giant metal poultry sculpture, murdering his eardrums.

"Huh."

Okay, he was just... gonna go and leave Sparks to that.

After StuCo, Minako totally made a beeline for Dite's. It wasn't, um, a shop she normally frequented? Like, Ever? But she knew Sparkle worked here on Fridays and after the meeting, well, she wasn't going to leave him alone all day.

"Um, hello?" she asked, peeking around the door and blushing furiously. "Sparkle? Are you here?"

Well, there was a voice he didn't hear often in this neck of the woods. After the StuCo meeting, Sparkle wasn't feeling much like singing and dancing, so he'd settled back and was putting a new coat of black on his nails at the counter, instead.

"Hey," he called back, nodding toward her. "I'm impressed to see you here, Minako. I half expected you'd burst into flames just coming through the door."

"I feel like I'm on fire," she muttered, half to herself, as she tried to get the blushing under control.

It wasn't working. She was still bright red.

"But, um, yeah. I thought you could use the company?" She gingerly stepped the rest of the way in, trying to navigate past the displays without staring too hard at anything. "And this way I can say I've been to Dite's and prove I'm not, like, a total prude."

Sparkle gave his hand a lazy wave, putting the cap back onto the nail polish bottle and inspecting his handiwork.

"There are fewer dildos and fleshlights behind the counter," he shared, nodding to a chair next to the one his behind was already parked in. "And company doesn't suck. Though you don't get 'not prude' points for just setting foot in the store, you know."

He put on a little grin. See, teasing! He was fine.

Minako was going to stop just in front of the counter and put her hands on her hips, totally unimpressed by the teasing. "Stop that. I might be blonde, and sometimes I'm a bit of a klutz, but I'm not dumb, okay?"

"We don't have to talk about it or anything if you don't want to, but don't treat me like I'm stupid." With that out of the way, she flipped her hair over her shoulder and marched behind the counter to sit down next to him determinedly. "Need me to get your other hand for you? And what does a girl have to do - NOT DIRTY SPARKLE - to get 'not prude' points?"

Sparkle eyed her for a moment, and then shrugged his shoulders and passed her the bottle, holding out his other hand.

"So, you're not stupid," he muttered, and that was about the closest to an apology as he was going to get. "And I wasn't going to suggest anything too dirty. Anyway, this sort of thing isn't for, like, everyone. I get that. Hell, I look at half the stuff in here and I wonder how people can find it appealing, and I love this place."

And his buddy, the giant cock. They were pals.

"Why is there a big chicken?" she asked, uncapping the nail polish and leaning over to get to work. "Do Americans think chickens are fertility symbols or something?"

So help him, it was a struggle to not laugh. Laughing would have meant he'd mess up the polish job, after all.

"It's wordplay," he explained. "That's a rooster, and another word for rooster is 'cock.' I think, like, something ended up on the wrong order form and he would up being delivered here, and... Karla? I think it was maybe Karla who decided to keep him. He adds a bit of character to the place, I think."

And looked dashing in the racy corset and feather boa that Sparkle had put him into for the holiday.

Minako stopped her delicate work with the nail polish brush and stared at him, eyes wide and mouth in an O of surprise. "Are you serious?" she finally squeaked, looking back and forth between Sparkle and the c-- CHICKEN. "...English is weird."

"It's not that weird," Sparkle replied. "Anyway, nobody calls them cocks anymore, unless they're being clever or trying to sound all old-timey. It's always 'rooster,' more or less."

It was seriously hard to keep from laughing now, though.

"Can I just be the first to say that you lose a few prude points for knowing the dirty meaning of 'cock,' but not that it means 'boy chicken,' too?"

Minako stuck out her tongue. "I learned English from school, and from American movies and pop music," she said primly. "Which means I know all the dirty words - more or less - but I tend to mix-up my metaphors. And there aren't many movies about roosters."

"I bet I could find a few," Sparkle decided. "I mean, they'd be animated, but there are totally movies about roosters."

He was making this his personal mission, now. Rooster movies.

"But there you go, now you've learned something new. And it means you won't be absolutely horrified when you hear somebody in a movie say something about 'when the cock crows.'"

He was going to just leave that mental image there for her anyway.

"AH MENTAL IMAGE!" Minako yelled immediately trying to cover her ears. Which, of course, meant she managed to hit herself on the face with the black nail polish. "I'm too young to be picturing things like that!"

Nail polish battle scars! Minako was totally hardcore, now!

And Sparkle was absolutely horrible.

"Cock-a-doodle-doo!"

Absolutely. Horrible.

"AHHHH!" Her eyes were squeezed shut, now, to try and block out the images as well as Sparkle's voice. "You're so mean!"

"Yeah," Sparkle agreed, leaning back in his chair and sounding entirely too pleased with himself. "And yet you keep hanging out with me, so either it's not actually that bad, or you're a sucker for punishment."

Could it be both?

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