Out of the Gun Fire, Into the Fangirls

[Ru Fukui]

The damn car was out for the count. All the bullets flying their way had finally pierced through the hood and side of the engine block. Ru didn’t think he would be able to fix it if he was ever able to get it back to a garage. He really liked this particular Venom, too. He cursed quietly, realizing they just had to take their chances on foot. Come on, Cale. Over there, Ru said over the police gun shots.

It looked like a fine door as doors go. It was plain, simple, and easy to bust down. The purple clad man took pushed off from the car, trying to get as much momentum as possible from his crouched position. While he usually had no problems shooting down cops by himself, he wasn’t alone. He had to get Caleb out of the fire. His boss was no good to anyone dead. Sadly, Ru had to swallow his pride and find an escape route for the both of them.

Hitting the door with his shoulder, the lock gave easily enough, allowing them into some kind of establishment. There was no one there to greet the sudden new comers. Well, it could be a good thing. Ru walked forward, looking around the place as he went. There didn’t seem to be anything all that out of ordinary but there were screams coming from behind another door.

He glanced back at Caleb, giving a small shrug before opening the door. Those screams were squeals of delight from a hundred or so intoxicated women. They were squealing at men that had on single articles of clothing. Ru took a moment as he paused on stage, having not realized that he had walked into the spotlight for a moment. He surveyed the meat for the night and shrugged. Seen better. Have better, He commented with a smirk.

[Caleb Sinclair]

Well, so much for that car. It was a shame but they didn't have time to cuss out the cops, 'cause the police were still shootin' and Caleb wasn't all that interested in the jail house or tasting lead. He wasn't too interested in playing princess, either, but that seemed to happen on occasion anymore. He'd have to pout at Hikaru for it later.

"Over there he says." Caleb snorted, climbed from the car and slid over the bonnet, making a break for the door as soon as his feet hit the road. Hikaru had it open, and he was right behind the other man, kicking the door shut as soon as he was inside. "I'll have to pick out petticoats for you later, princess, he implies." And it looked like he'd decided to snark, rather than pout about it.

He couldn't deny that getting the hell out of dodge was the better option, though. He might have nothing against shooting cops, but there was a lot more of them and he only had a handgun on him. His second didn't have a larger gun on him right now, either. It was another thing that was a bit of a shame in just the span of a couple of minutes. Seemed they were on a bit of a roll, huh?

What the hell kind of place had they ducked into, anyway? He dread to think, considering the screaming. The last time he'd heard screaming like that was when he had to duck through a Justin Beiber concert to avoid trouble, and he'd walked away from that feeling like he needed to have a shower or shoot the singer. Possibly both.

Caleb shuddered at the memory and moved to follow Hikaru. He blinked when he saw what was on stage. It wasn't some kid who sounded like his balls hadn't dropped, at least? No, he could clearly see these were all very masculine, very healthy males. Strippers, actually. And then there was Hikaru. Caleb's gaze might have dropped to his friend's lap when he spoke about having better. "You gonna prove that to these ladies or is that a spoiler?"

[Ru Fukui]

Hikaru glanced over his shoulder as he heard Caleb muttering to himself. The gang would be nothing without their boss and he planned on keeping the crew together as long as possible. He had sort of taken on the job of being Caleb's body guard in a sense and he planned on taking that very seriously. He had been taught to respect those he was supposed to follow. Granted, he was supposed to follow laws, but that hadn't gone so well. At least he respected someone?

Mentally he shrugged that thought off and put it in the useless bin. It didn't matter who he followed as long as he did right by those he held dear. His mother would be disappointed but he would still try to do his best to make her mildly proud. Not dying several times had to be something. Another useless thought. He sighed to himself and refocused on what was going on around them.

There were screaming, drunk women all around them. They were probably eager to take their clothes off at the sight of already disrobed males. He couldn't help but look over the strippers one more time. He frowned a little, thinking that they only worked out to get oiled up. This had to be decent money, but they could probably be used for so much more. Perhaps there was a possible business venture in the future.

Glancing back at Caleb, his smirk widened. Awe, and I thought you wanted to keep me all to yourself, He purred then took a step away from his boss. He easily slid his jacket off, letting it fall to the floor. I can share though. The d.j. took the hint and started a new track, giving Hikaru a beat to move to. Stripping while evading the cops, smartest plan ever.

[Caleb Sinclair]

"What can I say? I'm a giving person." His smile had turned cheeky and boyish at that, and Caleb took a step back to give Hikaru more of the room he might need. Someone would have to know him very little, however, to think he didn't have more to add. Caleb always had something to say, after all. Even when people wished he'd shut up for a change.

"Besides, they need a lead in to the main event, baby!" And there it was, that familiar arrogance. It was always hard to tell whether it was his humour or a sincere thought Caleb might have, but the times he claimed he was the main event and awesome personified were far from rare. He might not have had quite the muscle Hikaru had, and he was reluctant to admit he might not be as well endowed, but even so he was certain he'd have the crowd screaming loudest.

He had charisma after all.

Until it was his turn, however? Well, he didn't mind standing back, leaning against the backstage door frame and watching the show. He might even enjoy the show, but that was something else that was difficult to admit. It was something he tried not to think about too much, either. Thoughts like that were rife with awkward complications and implications, uncertainty and shit that wasn't simple. Guns, money, and running from the cops was simple, however.

Sort of simple, at least. He was so used to it that he considered it routine, anyway. Someone else might find it a helluva lot more stressful and worrisome than the cool, laidback mobster boss did, though. Many of those kinds of people were probably the girls here, actually. At least when they weren't drunk and calling for the Full Monty.

[Ru Fukui]

Hikaru snorted at Caleb being giving in this case. He was just busting chops and Ru had no problems playing this game. "Sharing" his "talents" wasn't something he minded doing. With the jacket on the floor, he started on his shoulder holster. Seeing as he was never without guns, he needed somewhere to put them. Holsters weren't comfortable, but it was better than trying to let a gun just hang out in his waistband. That could be dangerous.

Ru finally started on his shirt, letting the women enjoy the peeks of skin and muscles the fabric shifted with his movements. The men that actually worked here might tone up for this job, but he was pure muscle from a lot of hard work. Lifting boxes of guns and ammo, running from rival gangs and the police, and a lot of physical training for all the fights he got in did more than enough to get his body in shape.

The women were getting in a tizzy from just his upper body. Hikaru knew what he had going on and he had to turn to leer at Caleb. One of the first times they had met, he just had to brag about one little detail. He would simply re-enforce that knowledge now. I got your main event right here, He said so that only Caleb and those nearest them could hear him. He let his hands fall to the buttons on his pants and rolled his hips to the music.

Yeah, Caleb might be the head honcho but he thought that if one of them had to be on top on this stage, it was definitely going to be him. He continued the rolling motion until he turned around, undoing his pants just for the girls. Sadly, he was in his jeans and he quite liked these pants. They didn't have those nifty snaps down the legs so he could just rip them off all snazzy like. How terrible for everyone; they would have to suffer him getting undressed like any other guy disrobing at home. He comforted himself with the thought that he most likely looked better than them at least.

[Caleb Sinclair]

As the show continued, Caleb clapped and added his own hollars to the screams, so he could encourage the other man and egg him on. If nothing else, the strip tease was fun. Ridiculous fun to be sure, because who would expect a couple of gangsters to do something like this? But definitely fun. It was something to cross off the Bucket List, at least.

Besides, Hikaru had it going on; they both did. So why shouldn't they show off what they had to a bunch of screaming women? How many men could say they'd done something like that? Sure, the men here could say it, he supposed, but this was a job to them. Hikaru and Caleb were here by accident and putting on a show for free. It made them quite the charitable pair, didn't it?

And Hikaru couldn't deny he was enjoying himself. "Have to get your pants off first, man." Caleb shot back, grinning at the potential something like that had. Pants that weren't made for it were a helluva lot harder to take off smoothly, after all, and if his second wasn't careful he might trip. Caleb wasn't mean enough to wish something like that would happen, but he was mean enough to laugh if it did.

The other man was doing mighty fine so far, however, and that body was something to admire. Caleb knew all about the work that went into toning those muscles. He did a lot of the same things Hikaru did, after all, though his chest and shoulders weren't quite that broad. Bastard best friend had that extra bit of height on him too, and the women did so love a guy they could describe as tall, dark and handsome.

"Just promise me you won't get jealous when it's my turn."

Still had to talk up his own ego, though. It was a rule.

[Ru Fukui]

Hikaru spared a glance down at his shoes behind his sunglasses. These weren't exactly the easiest pair he had for slipping off. They had shoe laces and those did not just untie themselves. However, he couldn't be seen struggling with something so common as untying his shoes. Determined to be as smooth as possible, Ru continued his dance, using his hands as a distraction to guide everyone's eyes well away from his feet.

He tried to work the shoes just loose enough that he could toe them off. Man, he should really invest in some of those snap pants. That had to make life so much easier. Note made, shopping spree to come soon. At least he was able to accomplish his mission for the most part. He did need to help things along and lowered himself to his knees.

Carefully he leaned back, using his hands to pull his shoes off that last bit. Finally, he would be able to take his pants off with minimal issues. Now, the last obstacle would not be tripping while stepping out of them. However, a bit more fun with Caleb first for his snarky comments. He couldn't help himself when he laughed aloud, amused by the jealous comment. Yeah, like he could be jealous. As good as Caleb looked both in and out of his clothes, he was plenty secure in his own body.

He knelt on the floor, hands starting to pull the back of his pants down. He quickly mooned his boss and laughed again. Childish. That was absolutely them all over. They were like little kids some times considering the ridiculous antics they got themselves into. Case and point would be right that moment. Hikaru pushed to his feet, the back of his pants going back up so he could readjust.

This time he started to remove the article of clothing for real, leaving him standing in purple boxer briefs. He had "talent" so he might as well show it off even if he was wearing underwear. Honestly, he was somewhat pleased that he had chosen to add that extra layer today. He wasn't the least bit shy, but these girls weren't paying him for the whole show. For free, they could only get him to go so far.

[Caleb Sinclair]

Caleb chuckled, low and amused, when the tease hit the expected roadblock. It was only a small one, to be certain, but still, no one could deny how those shoes had gotten in the way. Strippers didn't normally have to crouch, he was pretty certain. Strippers probably didn't moon their boss, either. He grinned and flipped his friend off in return.

Despite the snag that prevented the show from being one hundred percent smooth, Hikaru still made a damn good show of it. He didn't hear any complaints from the crowd, either. At least not until the show stopped. That was when there was an audience of disappointed and drunk women sulking at the stage. The hint was nice, but they obviously wanted to see it all.

"Pretty sure that counts as cruelty, Mister Fukui." Caleb smirked as he stepped foward. "Looks like I'll have to heal all those wounded hearts-- An' now that the appetizers are done, let me hear you ladies make some noise for the main course!" His switch to addressing the audience was perhaps smoother than allowed. He was quite the showmen, it seemed. He was also quite the show-off.

With the music beating across the stage, it was Caleb's turn to move his hips and push his jacket and holster from his shoulders. He had more layers than Hikaru did, but that was fine. It should be fine. It would just build anticipation, and who didn't love watching a guy with some choice fashion sense? And Caleb was more than confident in the clothes he picked out for himself.

He was also confident that he could remove his clothes pretty smoothly. He had deft fingers, so unbuttoning the waistcoat he wore today was more than simple, as was letting it drop to the floor with his jacket and holster. How rumpled this would leave his clothes was a pain in the arse, but he wasn't too worried. He lost more clothes to bullet holes and bloodstains, anyway.

"I'm not sure I hear enough noise from you ladies!" He smirked as he encouraged the crowd and began the work on his dress shirt buttons, slipping a hand underneath to coast across his own chest. If the girls didn't want their hands on him by the time he was done, he would be amazed. Poor things wouldn't get to touch, though.

The top half layers were easy and simple to remove, and he was confident that his muscle structure was attractive. His tattoos were attractive as well, for that matter. He might not have many: a simple gang logo on the side of his neck and a skull with roses on his lower back, but he felt they drew attention to two spots that other people wanted their mouths to be.

It was a shame he had to deal with the pants and shoe problem next...

[Ru Fukui]

Hikaru let Caleb take the stage, waving a hand dismissively. Appetizer indeed. He was a good deal more than that, but he would allow Caleb his turn. He deserved his chance to try and win over the girls. He swayed his hips as he walked to the edge of the stage. He took a seat, twisting around enough to watch the show. Hey, he was perfectly allowed to enjoy this. He wanted to see if his boss could do better and sitting there let the women nearest him get a real good look at what they couldn't have.

He smirked to himself when he spared a sideways glance and saw that he was being a small distraction to a couple of girls. Oops. He looked back to the stage, watching Caleb take off the waist coat and finally get around to his shirt. Spiffy as his style might be, the boss had really start thinking about wearing less layers. If this was going to become a habit then he should make better wardrobe choices.

The gangster raised a brow when Caleb called for more cheers. Unable to help himself, he lifted a hand to his mouth, pretending to yawn. He feigned boredom just to push buttons. Childish. Hey, it might get a better show. If Caleb wanted to be the main attraction, he really had to bring it. He had to wonder if Caleb could bring enough personality to best his physical attributes. It wasn't to say that his boss wasn't a sight to see, but when women just wanted to see a man in as few clothes as they could he had a step up.

He made the universal sign for Caleb to really bring it. They would both encounter the same problem with the bottom half of their outfits, but boss man had to find a way to wow the crowd regardless. He sincerely wished him luck on this part of his little routine.

[Caleb Sinclair]

Caleb caught the mock yawn in his peripheral vision, and those brown eyes immediately narrowed. So that was how Hikaru wished to play it. Fine, then. He would just have to up the ante. Especially when he was at a small disadvantage. Caleb's physique wasn't unimpressive or something to scoff at, but Hikaru just happened to be that little more built.

The gang leader had plenty of personality to fall back on, however. He was charismatic, outgoing, and awesome personified. He was also arrogant according to some people. Caleb would say those people just didn't want to admit that everything he said was true. It wasn't his fault they were in denial that he was the best thing invented since sliced bread.

Even the best things invented had some snags they had to overcome, however, and right now Caleb had to overcome the matter of his shoes. No worries. He might have been a white boy but he could move his body, and skidding down to his knees was a completely viable dance move, especially as he kept his hips moving. It also let him discreetly loosen his shoelaces, so that by the time he was back on his feet he could toe them off without a worry.

Take that, Hikaru Fukui!

It was easy to slip off his pants from there, and... realise that boxers really weren't hot underwear for a show like this. His were about as expensive as boxers could be, a nice make and a fine, dark purple satin, but that didn't take from the fact they were boxers. Just boxers. And they didn't offer a hint of what was beneath. No matter how good his performance was, he couldn't beat Hikaru like that.

So he let his boxers drop. Like he said: he was giving person.

[Ru Fukui]

Hikaru had to applaud Caleb on how he overcame the shoe issue. They had both still danced through it, but the boss had probably gone about it a little smoother than he did. Point to him. That didn't stop the fact that the ladies ended up disappointed once the pants came off. Honestly, who came to a strip joint to see boxers. They just weren't tight enough for the desired effect.

Another issue easily overcome apparently. Ru raised a brow at the man in front of him. Hiding behind nothing certainly fixed that. He actually clapped, mildly impressed with the solution. He wouldn't have done it unless he was getting paid good money. Caleb just wanted to win. Hikaru climbed back to his feet, padding across the stage to stand near the naked man.

I've known you for how many years and I didn't know you were quite this easy. Damn, all this wasted effort, He chuckled. He looked toward the backdoor, a little surprised that the police hadn't stormed in yet. Maybe they were shy and knew that the door lead into a male stripper joint. Maybe they were planning out their attack, assuming that there would be plenty of people around that could get in the way. Regardless, it was just a matter of time.

He looked back to Caleb. Come on, princess, grab your things before the cops storm in. If we have time, we'll get you unwrinkled petticoats. He gave Caleb a quick slap on the backside and picked up his own clothes. As rude as he could be, his earlier thought made him unable to just walk out of this fine establishment. He turned to the crowd of women, a wicked smirk on his lips.

Don't worry ladies, this isn't the last you'll see of us. We'll catch you later, He said loudly to the crowd, wiggling his hips so they had one last good look before he hopped off the stage. He didn't think they would be lucky enough to have two back doors, so the front door was their only option. They would just have to take this particular party outside.

[Caleb Sinclair]

He was a gang leader, confident, charismatic and awesome personified. So Caleb did not blush. He never blushed. Not even when he stood in front of a room full of strangers naked and with his clothes in a pile around his feet. In fact he favoured his audience with a confident smile-- one that faltered when Hikaru approached Had his friend really just...?

Huh. Well, if Hikaru wanted to play it like that, who was he to disappoint? "You sure you want to play that game with something this irresistible? It's high risk." And how could it not be high risk when he was this damn attractive? He supposed he could admit Hikaru had the better physique in some ways, but he wasn't Caleb Solomon Sinclair. And that made all the difference.

And then Hikaru swatted him across the arse...

Caleb refused to admit he sputtered. He refused to admit he had missed an opportunity to snark back at his friend, because he was caught off guard. And he absolutely refused to acknowledge that his ears might be burning. That wouldn't make sense. Because he didn't blush. He absolutely did not blush.

"Fine. Fine. They better be pretty petticoats, though." There. He had snarked. Even if it was a minute late, while he stumbled back into his underwear. It seemed they didn't have time to dress, and it was time to go. Sure. Why not? He had been following Hikaru's lead today, so he might as well continue that trend for the moment. There was also how he made a good point. It was time to go.

He moved to follow his second as soon as he had gathered up his clothes and checked that nothing was missing. "So we gonna just step out in our underwear or-- shit!" And that was the sound of Caleb mis-stepping and falling off the end of the stage in the most graceless manner a gang leader possibly could. Well, that had been terrible and uncool. He was just gonna blame Hikaru too. Heroes were supposed to offer their princess a hand down such big steps, after all.

[Ru Fukui]

Hikaru gave Caleb a look that said just what he thought of "high risk." Honestly, his took on more cops than he could count on his own. Somehow, I think I can handle it, He retorted. He laughed at death in the face and walked away. He had been in more fire fights than most gangster go through in their whole lives. He could handle one man and whatever "risk" he thought he might be.

Shaking his head a little, he was ready to keep them moving. They had their fun, flustered the women, and had plenty more people to shock into speechlessness outside. Hopefully the building wasn't surrounded in the time they took to dance and show off how sexy they were. Now they had to get to a hide out and get Caleb some pretty petticoats along the way. Wrinkled clothes were so not cool.

He had taken a few steps down the isle when he heard the thud behind him. Yep, epitome of sex appeal. Mister I'm the Hottest had just landed on his ass, didn't he? The taller gangster turned to look back at his best friend. The man wasn't wearing clothes, how had he tripped on something? He laughed a little to himself and went back to help.

A normal person would think of help as offering a hand up. Hikaru was not normal. In fact, he shoved his own clothes to the pile Caleb was already holding. He needed both hands for this next trick. Caleb might be a little smaller than him, but hauling the other man over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes was not the easiest thing in the world. Height, mass, and the likelihood that Caleb would struggle meant this was a whole new kind of workout.

What the hell would you do without me? Can't even stay on your own two feet, He playfully groused. Yes, he took his job as Caleb's right hand man very seriously. He was there to do anything and everything he could for the other man and this now included helping him walk around. If this was going to be the new pattern, they might as well just be attached at the hip.

[Caleb Sinclair]

As sure as he was in his awesomeness, his demeanour had become a deal more awkward now. Here he was, the epitome of sex appeal and the attractive sonuva bitch who had totally won that strip show contest, and he'd just tripped. It certainly wasn't the best way to end a show. It was probably something people would remember too, because they were funny creatures like that and tended to remember the unnecessary things.

The corner of his mouth twitched, but he fought off the frown. Nope. He wasn't about to sulk over something like that. Never. Instead he was going to accept a hand up, laugh it off, and walk out of here with his dignity in tact-- or not. That wasn't a hand up Hikaru had offered. Instead the other man had just shoved his clothes into his hands, on top of the clothes Caleb already juggled.

Caleb blinked. "What are you--" And promptly cut himself off with a squawk as he found himself picked up, and thrown over Hikaru's shoulder. He was pretty certain this counted as making the situation worse. In fact he was damn certain it counted as making the situation worse. How was he supposed to keep his dignity in tact like this? He couldn't. It was that simple.

"You better watch that damn sass, Fukui." His tone might have been iritated, but the threat that folowed wasn't serious. When Caleb was serious it was obvious, and now was definitely not one of those times. "Legs are kinda close to your crotch right now." And he could struggle and kick, if he wanted to. It seemed he wasn't so determined to free himself from the carry that he would start propperly trying to get out of it, however. He would probably drop the bundle of clothes if he fought too much, anyway.

Actually, he seemed more interested in sassing his best friend right back. And ignoring how his ears continued to burn red. "And talk about unromantic, man. What kinda guy carries his princess over his shoulder? I want a damn bridal carry next time, jackass." And that was an unfortunate implication that this would happen again. Huh. He wasn't sure how to fix that now he'd said it.

[Ru Fukui]

It seemed that Caleb was trying to be threatening. Boss or not, he considered the man his best friend. Hikaru felt this gave him a little leeway in ignoring some of what the man said. This included rolling his eyes at the false threat. Yeah, yeah, and boxers don't protect much against road rash. Keep that in mind. Getting kicked below the belt was not a fun thought, but once they hit the pavement outside, that was gonna be plenty of pain on Caleb's end, too. Concrete was not kind on bare skin.

He didn't plan on getting either of them hurt in anyway right now. He would rather just get to the nearest car and jack it. That would be the easiest and fastest way to get them back in their clothes and off to safety. He wasn't sure if there would be any truly steal-able cars in their immediate vicinity so this might take a few minutes. Caleb had been just enjoy the ride while it lasted.

He paused at the front doors, peeking outside to see if there was danger awaiting them. While he was assessing the situation, he frowned at the next comment to fall from Caleb's lips. He had no reason to carry Caleb like that. A bridal carry with someone of Caleb's build wasn't wise as it would throw his balance off more than necessary. At least in this fashion he could balance his weight front and back so he could still remain standing mostly upright. A little lopsided, sure, but at least he didn't have to lean back to accommodate the extra weight against his chest.

Careful, your majesty. Currently I do have control. You don't know what I could do to you, Hikaru warned. To prove his point, he planned on showing just how much power Caleb didn't have right now. Considering Caleb's position, there was one really prime body part that he couldn't protect given that his ass was just there and Caleb was holding all the clothing. Also, considering Hikaru's hands were occupied by keeping the boss steadily over his shoulder, Ru had no other option than to bite Caleb. Yeah, quite the show of power.