So... I did a lot of studying and thinking for this chapter. I had to look up what gay clubs are like and then exaggerate the idea to make this seem interesting and bizarre (like the show of course)! Oh, and I do plan on going to one if I can :) But anyways, who knows what will happen now (well, except for me.) To tell the truth, this was the most stressful chapter to write due to the fact that I struggle with dialogue. Like, it's my weaknest in writing this.

OH, also, look up one of my favorite songs (with no words) 'Flaming June' by BT. (the video is wierd though... but I LOVE the music) It's probably one of the best I've heard of trance (and I imagine it playing at some club too!) But if you know any good trance, hardstyle, or techno/dance songs let me know if you want to! I would love to be inspired by your music choice! :D

If you feel like you are enjoying this story or you wanna state your opinion or helpful facts to me, please RATE and REVIEW/COMMENT! I LOVE to read what you guys have to say! :)

Regular Show characters and idea of show belongs to J.G Quintel and Cartoonetwork.

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11:52 p.m.

Putting his arm back to his side to hide his watch, the avian within his old, green sweater walked along the cool concrete as the night winds blew amongst him. The invisible moon hovered above him, like it was hiding from the looks of him, while the streets were lit up from the fluorescent lights that hung above. The avian looked around his calm environment and saw nothing but just cars parked parallel on the sides of the road. Every now and then, motorcyclists zoomed by and honk their horns and put up random hand gestures towards Mordecai; their wheels speeding through the streets while pieces of litter sprung from the fast movements and fluttered to the sides.

Mordecai continued to walk down the deserted streets right beside Bammer road, which were part of the 'bad' side of town. Many break-ins, stealing, and gang hang-outs have occurred in these areas and about fifty people have died since the past fifteen years on these very streets. But he knew that, yet he forgot to bring something with him that would protect his vulnerable body from harm's way.

Great thinking, genius…

Mordecai put his hood up; which cascaded a shadow upon his feathered head. His beak only stood out from the hood's reach as he breathed in and out slowly. It was quiet… too quiet. Mordecai was usually bold when going to places at night if there was at least someone near him that he knew of or who didn't look like trouble. But there was no one… absolutely no one… in sight. Mordecai shift his eyes to his feet as he looked down. He felt like he was being secretly followed by someone, yet no sounds dwindled in the distance. He remained calm and continued tapping his feet to his own beat. Stepping over cracks along the way, he wondered past the closed down stores, each having chains on their doors and windows; some being really protected by cages that surrounded most of the complex. The avian could only depict very few items in each store as of which faintly gleamed from the street lights.

Seconds became minutes as he walked pass, yet, another street light. His shadow contracted inward to him, from behind, and stretched outward from his form every time his body crossed underneath the tannish light. He sighed and looked at the British store that they had visited earlier. He remembered the Olympic mugs Pops had given to him and Rigby and thought what he did with it.

Oh… wait... I think I might have left mine…in the Book'n store… great…

Mordecai rolled his eyes and figured that he would grab it later. He yawned and shook his head.

I can't be tired now! I'm about to go to a club!

He started jogging from where he was; he needed a good run if he wanted to stay awake for the… partay!

After he commenced some quick steps, his ear holes rang as he heard in the distance… laughing… echoing from the other side of the street. He pivoted and turned sharply to where he heard the creepiness. Sweat traced down the side of his face while he stood and skimmed the premises. Silence took its toll. He saw no movement; no tipped over trashcans… he saw nothing. Mordecai scratched his head and continued with his jogging; only that his feet went in a faster pace. One thing for sure, he wanted to avoid 'trouble' at all costs.

It didn't take long before Mordecai witnessed the very bright and obvious CHOM advertisement from afar; its neon light casting away the dark of the night. Mordecai's eyes dilated at the sight of it as he took the final blocks of reaching the building. When he got closer to it, the whisper of the cool winds despaired as he heard the chilling laughter once again. But… it literally felt like it was coming from behind. His body curved over as he saw two small figures laughing and running toward him. Wrinkling paper, that went against the cool winds, was heard by the nervous bird as the two… teens, wearing different colored sweaters, ran past him. They paid no mind to the hooded jay as they went up to the lit building. Mordecai froze from the sight of the trashy-looking teens and then followed about twenty feet behind them, taking his time as he stared upon them; one of them was wearing a blue sweater while the other wore a red sweater. They both had loose, long and golden chains that hung low from their necks. The teen in blue got out two individual posters and laid them on the solid ground.

"You got the tape, Jake?" The teen in the red sweater got the tape out quickly and plastered them on.

"Hehehe… this will go great with the collage!" They held the posters and put them among the rest of the thousand posters overlaying each other. Their posters were hung in the middle, making them clearly stick out by contrast, and the tow trouble-makers hurried away amongst the night. Mordecai slowly came out after they were gone and gleamed at the poster-covered building. It was covered with posters from the many years that the building had been up (and who knew how many years that has been).

Mordecai tilt his head as he focused on the two recent posters that were just casted upon the rest.

'THIS PLACE…'

Mordecai shifted his eyes to the right.

'…SUCKS BALLS!'

Pissed from the poster's message made by two immature teens, which were way passed their curfew, Mordecai grabbed both posters and yanked them down. He crumpled each one together, (the smushing of paper crumbling underneath the bird's grasp which was sounding as sweet as it could have ever been), and tossed the paper to an open trashcan about eight feet away.

And he… missed…

Mordecai shamefully walked over, picked the crumpled mess, and dunked it into the can. He imagined himself hearing a basketball buzzer that marked the ending of a game.

OHHHHH, SCORE! Mordecai shoots the winning basket! He Wins!

He spun his hands around and cheered quietly; like a crowd was cheering him on. After his 'victory', he then stopped and stared down the alley way that was right besides the CHOM building; dark, ominous looking with a few rats scurrying along the sides. Mordecai swallowed hard as he carried his eyes and vaguely saw the neon green lines on the brick wall; which were only a knee level high to his height. He shuffled within his sweater pocket and got his 'invitation' out. He turned it around and looked at the bar code still located on the bottom of the slip.

"Might as well start looking for some bar scanner… I guess." He held it to his side as he followed the green dashed lines until it lead to the side of the closed up dumpster he saw earlier today. It smelled like… well, rotten trash. The sides were covered with molten foods; which were all dried up and stained among the green. It was weird that it had obsolete food in it, since this CHOM place was so empty. And supposebly, it had no customers for the building… or did it? The avian furthered his investigations as he could tell that many have thrown heavy objects at the dumpster; dents were obviously noticeable on its sides and front as it resembled, probably, the frustration people had on trying to find this hidden place.

Mordecai walked to one of the sides of the dumpster and tapped on its side. He waited for a second but nothing happened.

Come on, Mordecai. It's not that simple…

Mordecai knocked on the side again and walked around the dumpster, only knocking all over its sides and front of it. Nothing happened after his decrepit attempt to figure out something. Or Anything! The avian held out his invitation and held it above, below, and near the sides, hoping the bar code could signal anything. But still nothing happened. Mordecai stood back and pondered for a certain amount of time.

Well… what about the inside of it?

Mordecai held his breath as he cautiously opened the dumpster. He revealed an atrocious, contemptible, foul, and nauseating aroma that turned his face pale and green. He coughed out loud and revolted from the wretched smell.

HOLY Shi-... I know what smells worse than Muscleman's armpits now…

He coughed it out, while gasping for fresh air, as he slammed the tops immediately. He put his hand on the other wall of the alley way and breathed in and out; taking his time to catch fresh air again while gasping for life. After awhile, Mordecai was able to pull himself up from witnessing that… stench. He got annoyed that he couldn't even find the stupid entrance to this place. He kicked the dumpster and walked back and forth. He looked at the invitation again and re-read it verbatim.

"Follow the green dashes… follow the green dashes… hmmm, worth a shot I guess…" He went back to where the dashes started at and put his head against the rough surface of the CHOM building. He squinted his eyes, crouched down while balancing his legs, and held his lip up as he (literally) followed against the green lines; his face sliding among them. In his line of vision, Mordecai could only see the side of the cruddy dumpster from afar. He flapped his wing against the wall and he closely put his right ear hole against the wall. He listened as he continued to slowly move his way toward the dumpster. The more he got closer to the dumpster, the more he heard small beats echoing from the wall.

How did I miss this noise? Mordecai pursued on as he held out his invitation. From someone else's point of view, they would have seen an avian pushing along a brick wall and looking attentively at the nasty and tall dumpster. But in Mordecai's perspective, he was only a foot away from the filthy box before a hidden and unnoticeable scanner, about three centimeters in length, came into sight; its contents disguised on the bottom corner of the dumpster and was colored the same green as it's disguise. It was shooting its beam of sensory toward the concrete ground. He froze in place before wielding the invitation's bar code toward the scanner's light. In moments, the scanner was able to convert the barcode and decode it. With a few clinking noises and gears shifting beneath the dumpster, Mordecai got up from his crouching stance and stood in amazement as the dumpster started shifting from its current position. The metal clanged together as it spread from the ground and it lifted itself up. It then laid on its side as none of the trash within the filthy box fell out. The dumpster revealed what was beneath itself; a secret passageway; deep and dark, which was hidden amongst the alley way. The hole inside was completely dark and ominous-looking as the bird stood amongst the stairs that lead to a forbidden place (to his kind. I mean, he practically stole an invitation to go to this club). There was a vaguely painted '6' above the hole as well. Mordecai looked behind himself and looked upon the dark sky with the hidden full moon. After gaining some courage, he took his hood off and began his steps down the stairs into the hidden hole.

While he stepped down the hard stairs for about a couple of minutes, he heard the screeching gears wheel their way as the dumpster cover-up was shifted back into its original position. Its weight lay upon the hole that blocked the avian from the view of the outside world right after he stepped on to the last step of the stairway. Mordecai stood still; his breath shortened as he feared for the worst. He then felt a sharp tug on his body as if something had pulled him somewhere. He tried to resist but to his amazement, the pulling immediatly stopped. After a few seconds passed from being completely being freaked out, the startled avian could faintly hear 'hard style music' or 'trance music' (it was hard to tell) that boomed from somewhere. He looked around the pitch blackness until his eyes wondered upon lights that flashed from small cracks of lines that formed a rectangle. The glowing rectangle seemed to be a few hundred meters away from where he stood in the tenebrosity. Mordecai shrugged to himself.

Guess that's the party…

He smiled, relied on his instincts and led himself to the lights while picking up the pace; even though his heart was racing from all the uncertainty that he was getting himself into. He stopped in mid-track, felt behind himself, and realized that a black wall blocked him from turning back. It seems as if the stairs had miraculously disappeared. Weird…

His feet padded along the hard and yet vaguely seen ground as the nervous and yet excited bird walked up to the rectangle; which was now identified as a door. Red and purple lights flashed from the openings that outlined the door; the lights creaking out through Mordecai's feet while scattering throughout the dim ground. The hard style music (which could was now heard easier) continued to boom and had the door vibrating. But it sounded so… epic. (And not the bad type of epic). Mordecai's heart pumped faster as he knocked on the door. He looked up and noticed a slide-door that was only big enough for hands to go through. (But in this case, he should have thought that eyes could look through it too.)

The door immediately slid after a few seconds passed, reveling two large and dark eyes. Mordecai could barely see a scar go through one of the eyes, yet he said nothing about it. The being behind the door spoke loudly, trying to compete with the blaring music.

"WHAT'S THE PASSWORD?"

Mordecai's body stiffened as he tilted his head.

What, password?

"Ummm…" He immediately looked at his invitation; his chain dangling on the side of wing. He skimmed through it to see if the invitation left any clues for the password.

"Come party with us HOMOS…"

Wait, why is 'Homos' all capitalized and missed out of pla-

Mordecai coughed and cleared his throat.

"Is it Homos?"

"WHAT? SPEAK UP!"

"IS IT HOMOS, SIR?"

"HOBOS? WHERE?"

"NOWHER-... I MEAN NO! I SAID HOOO-MOOOOSS!"

"HOSES? MOSES?"

Mordecai slapped his forehead and held up the invitation; which he pointed at the word 'HOMOS' on it. The person read-over what he pointed at and shook his head.

"OH, GOTCHA. HOLD ON A MOMENT!"

Mordecai gleamed at the sight as the door slowly creaked open, the music now echoeing through the dark void the bird was in, and revealed a huge and muscular black man with a distinguished mustache. With a security shirt on that showed all his muscles, he held out his hand and waited. Mordecai sighed and handed the guard his I.D; leaving his invitation in his sweater pocket. The guard examined the stale I.D, noticing the changes on the blue jay from his teenage years. While the guard looked at the information on his card, Mordecai stared at the dark wall, partially lit up by the club's lights, and saw a small white board with rules to the club. Some of the rules caught his eye as he read them to himself.

'Get Invitations for a friend by paying $229.99 at the head office.'

Yeesh... hefty price. What else?

'Any individual caught without an invitation without a valid excuse will be dealt with (as that they will be facing many charges).'

... oh... shit... hopefully he won't question me... right?

Mordecai fixed his stance and applied more pressure on his left leg. The body guard gave Mordecai's I.D back and then asked for the invitation. Mordecai slipped the invitation from his sweater and slowly handed it to him. He gulped as the guard snatched it and got out a scanner from his colorful belt. After the scanner beeped from him scanning the bar code on the invitation, the black man eyed the anxouis bird and crinkled his nose. The eyes of the guard seemed to be have stabbing Mordecai's as the bird's eyebrows twitched from his uncertainty.

"Is anything wrong, sir?"

The body guard put up a smug and handed the invitation back.

"ENJOY THE CLUB BIRD!" The guard pulled the door farther out and let in the astounded and impatient bird. Mordecai crept inside and was immediately blown back at the sight of the oversized and monumental club. About more than twenty thousand beings were dancing all at once; all shapes, races, or animals dancing to the beat of their souls while getting close to each other. (And I mean really close). Friction was no doubt being used here while the same sex got close to each other. Most were feeling each other in locations one could only dream about; somewhat inappropriate but at the same time… very sexy. All of them had one thing in common; they all wore rainbow bracelets to show their spirit to the club. Mordecai eyed the place and worried if he could take the gay heat that enveloped the place.

Well… I bet I could… if Margaret never found out about it… He smiled to himself and continued to gaze among the passionate dancers.

Some were making out in the dance groups as the hard style music continued to boom out loud with its electronic sounds; each playing a musical role that drove the people into stepping to it. Harmonies blended with the deep and steady bass, making the whole place continouisly vibrate; Mordecai's ears sort of busted as his body shook with the music. He couldn't help but stamp his feet to the ground along with the bass. It felt as if the music was calling for him. Calling him to be… free.

The purple and red lights kept shooting in and out at the crowd, showing the free shadows that sprung among the glittery walls. The floors were all made out of hard see-through plastic; which were lit up by hologram projections that were hidden underneath. They flashed all the colors of the rainbow in holy matrimony; which displayed the ground with all sorts of color patterns. The ground literally looked as if it was a river of molten colors that intertwined with one another. The sight was absolutely beautiful and marvelous since it looked as if the crowd floated among a cloud of colors. They raved on as if they had just found a pot of gold, or even more than that… themselves. The DJ at the top of the club, which only his dark figure could be seen in front of a light purple background/screen, was mixing his tunes and was throwing his hands up and down with the fast-paced beat. He yelled into the microphone random phrases as 'Party till You Drop' or 'Express Yourself, Bitches!' People cheered and waved their hands proudly in the air as he spoke. Flashes of blue and yellow lasers soared among the club and partially blinded the overwhelmed avian as he was so astonished at the sight of it all. This wasn't any other club, where most people were squished or couldn't move since it was so crowded because of the little space provided. No, this place could hold about a hundred thousand if it could. It was practically a replica of a… stadium.

How… how the 'H' do we have this many gay people in our community? This is freakin'… epic… hope I don't attract too much attention here though… just so no one starts asking me on how I got here…

After he took a step forward with the beat, the music stopped abruptly and a flash of white light shined down on the startled avian; whom was stuck in mid-step. He froze there while everyone in the club stopped their dancing and motions. While staying in their original positions, they turned their faces toward the querulous and volatile avian. He broke a sweat as he felt the intensity of everyone staring at him. Everyone… The club was dead silent before another bright light shined down on the DJ; he picked up his microphone, making the awkward speaker noise that pinched the eardrums of some, before he spoke out.

"LOOK WHO WE GOT HERE! This is the fifty first thousandth being to come here tonight. YOU ALL KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?"

To Mordecai's astonishment, everyone raised their hands, their colorful bracelets showing, above their heads and chanted, "DANCE, DANCE, DANCE CONTEST! DANCE, DANCE, DANCE CONTEST!" Then people and animals (anthros) went crazy and shouted out random things that Mordecai couldn't gather all in his head.

Wait… what? Dance Contest? But… but…

"THAT'S RIGHT! IT'S TIME FOR THE DANCE CONTEST TO COMMENCE! TODAY'S YOUR LUCKY DAY BIRDIE!"

People cheered or booed him as Mordecai started getting pushed by the some individuals in the club; the strong male man and anthros quickly scooted him up as Mordecai tried to retaliate. But no matter how much he pleaded and pushed back, he landed on the ground and stood on the colorful and lit up stage. Rays of lasers sprouted from the edges of the stage as they lit up the club, (like the 'Who wants to be a Millionaire' show). Mordecai only took a second to notice from standing on the stage that there were a mile of podiums and levels, flight after flights of social rooms, stacked near and among each other from behind of where he use to stand at. Most of the podiums showed couples and friends hanging with each other while gazing above the dance floor; crowded with wild and fun party-goers. It seemed as if the height of the club was limitless as the top of the place only darkened; which made it impossible for the bird to see the top of the place.

His mouth gaped at the sight of it all before he slowly lowered his irises to look at the crazy croud of thousands of people and animals; some staring at him while others still dancing with one another with the background bass. Mordecai felt tense as his eyes dilated. He was having stage fright, like he did that one time when he and Rigby tried playing in a band concert at the Coffee shop (their band being called the Mordecai and the Rigbys!). But compared to the CHOM crowd, the Coffee Shop audience size who watched them play with their guitars was puny. This CHOM crowd that inhabited this place was freaking HUGE!

"EVERYONE, EVERYONE! YOU ALL READY TO SEE WHO CAN DANCE BETTER?"

Mordecai felt a hand touch his shoulder and cocked his head to the that touch. He acknowledged the DJ player with his neon green sunglasses and wearings of an unkempt white shirt and pants with holes in them. He also wore two hats that topped each other and wore three golden chains that hung on his long neck.

"Hey man, what's your name?"

"Ummm… a… ummm… a…. Blubajay." His voice went an octave up from his usual range. He immediately slapped his cheeks and cleared his throat. "I mean, *coughs* it's Mordec-"

"HEY YALL THIS IS BLUE JAY! GIVE IT UP!" The crowd boomed with applause as Mordecai ears popped. He wanted to tell the DJ his real name, but he was cut off when the DJ held his hand out in the direction to the other side of the stage.

"AND HE WILL BE FACING OFF THE ONE, THE ONLY, DANCE CHAMPION SO FAR… ALICIA ROME!" Even more applause and support came after the DJ finished as a gorgeous and tall female girl walked up to the stage and waved to her fans. With brunette, wavy hair that shimmered and camouflage pants that connected to bra straps, she blew out a kiss to everyone as Mordecai was almost swept off his feet from her beauty. She had that 'seductive' look, no doubt. She… reminded him of someone… someone he knew back then. His thoughts were dropped as the DJ nudged Mordecai forward by pushing near his tail feathers. He spoke directly behind the bird's head,

"Go get it on, hot stuff."

Mordecai 's eyes widened, feeling so uncomfortable from the DJ's motives, before he stumbled forward and stood in front of Alicia. She smacked her huge lips and held out her hand. Mordecai looked at the crazy and supportive crowd, gulped, and shook the hand in front of him. She clapped and stepped back while getting herself warmed up.

"Hey pretty boy, you look familiar. Have we met?" She had that Russian accent that was harsh but sensual.

"M-maybe… I'm not sure." Alicia smirked and stretched her legs; some girls wooing in the background.

"So, you think you can dance?" The avian shrugged and moved his arms and neck around.

"I got some moves, I guess." He lied as he flexed his legs out individually and positioned himself. He was trying to build his confidence level up, even though his 'stage fright' was making him feel like a wuss. He was very nervous.

"OK LET'S GET THIS DANCE CONTEST STARTED!" Mordecai's eyes beamed at the back of the stage and saw the DJ already flipping some disks and smacking them down. He raised his arm up before everyone in the room, even Alicia, followed along. Mordecai hesitated and then joined in. The DJ then spun the disks and the bass erupted the speakers once again. People cried out to the two as Alicia stepped on first in the middle of the stage and stood her stance in front of Mordecai.

1…2…3…4…

Lights flashed around her as she began stepping to the beat; slamming the ground with her high heels while skidding across the floor. It was like she was levitating above the flashing floor as the broad was doing dub-step moves. She waved her free hair that defied gravity every time her body twirled with no difficulty. Mordecai couldn't help but admit that this chick… was really good. Another girl from the crowd shouted,

"YOU GOT THIS ALICIA!"

Alicia did a fancy spin and pointed at the girl.

5…6…7…

They blew kisses to each other before the next eight-count started to let the bird give it a try. Mordecai stepped up as Alicia smuggled a grin across her face and cheered him on. Mordecai started to sweat as he gazed upon the anticipating crowd. Their eyes and cheerful expressions glistened with the party lights as Mordecai's long and skinny legs wobbled.

I… i… I can't do this…

He wanted to walk away from it all, walk out of the place, and fall back to sleep. He didn't feel as if he truly belonged there. But something deep inside was telling him to go for it; to live this moment and to conquer his deepest fears and worries… he had to at least try. He would regret leaving if he never tried at first.

So, the avian slowly bounced to the bass and kept on it for quite some time. He could see worried expressions from all over the club as they disapproved of his lame movement. He put on a fake smile and did a small turn, which still didn't impress anyone.

Oh my God… I can't do this… this is nerve-racking… what would… what would Rigby do?

For a moment, he imagined himself with Rigby as the raccoon kept speaking out to him.

"MOVE IT MORDECAI, YOU GOT TO SHAKE YOUR BODY! PICK YOUR FEET UP DUDE! MUSCLEMAN'S MOM CAN DANCE BETTER THAN YOU!"

He smiled to himself. Mordecai decided that imagining Rigby there would help get rid of his stage fright. (Even though he purposely made Rigby sound like the complainer that he usually was).

"TWIST MORDECAI, TWIST!"

He quickly twisted his body even more and his feet did a triple step. He stomped to the actual beats and started sliding across the floor like he was on ice. The crowd noticed his immediate actions and improvements; amazed on how smooth his dancing was getting. They slowly but surely rallied him to continue; they moshed at each other and huddled closer to the stage while their hands waved with rainbow bracelets. The thumping from the music blended with the whole club stomping while cheering on the nervous avian. Alicia wooed him on herself as Mordecai widen his eyes and realized that he was having… a blast. He felt as if he was partying back at the house; dancing among his friends, drinking like a fool, and trashing the place with his best friend. This feeling he earned inside his soul made him have the sudden confidence to break dance in front of the 50,999 other clubbers. His heart pumped loudly as his body twirled showing all sides of his feathered body; its blueness and white synthesized with the party lights around. The avian took his sweater off and swung it at Alicia, who gladly caught it. He couldn't help but let the music carry him; his feet swinging around as he performed different and elaborate dance moves and cartwheels. (The weird thing was that he never knew that he could do these moves before. But he figures that with his long and slender form, he should break dance more often.)

Even though his moves were way different from what everyone else was doing, he was one with the club as he danced his heart and soul to the people who he has finally felt a connection to. He felt like he had the power of music at the palm of his hands.

In the middle of his break dancing, Alicia put the sweater to the side to where the girl she kissed to earlier held on to it. Alicia then waved her hair and joined in with the uplifted blue jay. They faced each other's faces and smiled at one another. Their feet corresponded to each other as they kept dancing within a boundary of a 360 degree circle. They started to revolve each other as the lights shined brighter and lit their figures to where anyone could notice their forms. Some crowd members stared in amazement as Mordecai and Alicia's locking and popping intertwined with each other; yet neither stopped their extreme dancing. Sweat blemished from the two as Mordecai gave a cheerful expression to Alicia.

"I never felt this… THRILLED BEFORE!" Alicia laughed and slid back with her long legs. She kept spinning on her high heels before slapping hands with Mordecai; right when the song ended with an epic boom that seemed to have the ability to shatter eardrums. Dead silence followed as Mordecai and Alicia breath in and out loudly; their eyes keeping contact. It was one epic dance that will with Mordecai's memory bank for sure.

Then after, a HUMONGOUS and THUNDEROUS applaud and overwhelming support came upon the club. Immediately, Alicia giggled and acted fast; she pushed Mordecai from behind and he fell into the hands of hundreds. Mordecai could feel half-a-thousand fingers carrying him as he surfed above his new fans. They shouted over and over,

"BLUE JAY! BLUE JAY! BLUE JAY! BLUE JAY!"

Mordecai felt so… alive (and deaf). He usually felt great in his usual parties at home or anywhere else. But at this club, he couldn't help but cry for joy. He felt so… different. Mordecai couldn't think of way to describe what he feeling. Nevertheless, he was one among the thousands of people who all had a curious and different passion for love and partying. And there was nothing wrong with that… not at all.

"THE JUDGES HAVE DEBATED ABOUT THIS AND IT WAS A CLOSE CALL, BUT THE WINNER OF THE DANCE CONTEST WAS... BLUE JAY, OUR NEW CHAMPION!" The DJ flipped a disked and got himself ready for the continuous music that was bound to come. The whole color spectrum was used for the confetti as they sprung out and covered the dance floor. The crowd celebrated, danced and carried the confetti-covered Mordecai, the luckiest bird in the world.

After a few minutes of celebration, Mordecai was let down at the end of the dance floor. The bass resumed with an all new and hot beat while the pumped up avian noticed Alicia right near him. She smiled and brought the girl that cheered her on earlier; she was blonde and wore a pink shirt and blue ripped-up jeans.

"Hey Blue Jay, great job up there! You really showed me! So from your victory, you get the honor to meet my girlfriend, Grandee!" Grandee beamed at Mordecai and handed back his green sweater with his belongings in it. Mordecai beamed right back as the both of them before Grandee talked with a high pitch voice.

"YEAH, LOVE THE DANCING!"

She smiled wider and told him that she rented a table that was five stories above. They grabbed some cocktails along the way, including a pitcher for refills (which was surprising to Mordecai), and headed into a gold encrusted elevator. The doors closed as the two girls sat down on the black cushions that were provided within the elevator. While Mordecai was captivated by the design in the big elevator, Grandee whispered something and pointed behind Mordecai's back. Alicia took a second glance at him and whispered to her girlfriend. Then they both said nothing afterwards. After he pushed the fifth floor button that illuminated from his touch, Mordecai, with his cocktail in one hand and his sweater on the other, stared through the glass while he felt themselves elevate over the luminous and flashing club. The sight of thousands upon thousands of shrinking beings was marvelous before the elevator stopped and opened the exit doors. The three walked along a dim hallway, with a blue-tint color to the atmosphere, and Mordecai noticed people participating in their own conversations. The music was somewhat quieter up there and the air-conditioning blew like a hurricane to cool the beings their socializing. To the left of them was a ledge that revealed the dancing area below with some podiums and booths sticking out; as to their right were rows and rows of booths. Many of the booths were occupied by different males kissing other males and females kissing females. Mordecai looked over the edge of the main floor and marveled at the club's lights and atmosphere; they stood about five hundred feet from where he stared at below. Mordecai stopped looking over (it sort of made him woozy) before sitting down at a booth that sort of 'hung' on the edge. Mordecai could feel a plastic shielding underneath himself, the table, and seats as he couldn't help but look over again.

"Damn… this place is f'ing awesome!"

Grandee gave second glances at Mordecai before she mentioned,

"This is your first time being here?"

"Yeah, actually." The two girls looked at him, confused. Alicia butted in.

"Wait, how did you get an invitation if you're here by yourself? Are you... by yourself?" Mordecai widened his eyes as he tried to cover his tracks.

"Ummm, yeah but a friend gave me an invitation to go here. But unfortunately, he couldn't come... heh heh..."

"Where is he at then?"

"Ummm... sleeping." Mordecai held back his head and looked around. Grandee smiled and was gullible to beleive Mordecai.

"Well anyways, you are gonna love this club. It has more than dancing Mordecai. Like it has a pool, mini golf courts, resturant, small movie theatre, a..."

Alicia shutted her up with her finger and stared straight at Mordecai. She was still troubled at the idea that Mordecai had a friend that invited him into CHOM and yet his friend didn't even come along. She knew something just wasn't right. She knew Mordecai wasn't like this. He just knew him... secretly.

"Mordecai, can I see you're invitation then?"

"Ummm... sure..." Getting over from what Grandee told him about the club's extra (and unnecessary) attributes, Mordecai got his invitation out and showed Alicia. She grimaced and she glared at the blue avian.

"So you went through exit/entrance number six?"

"What? Number six? OH!... Yeah I did but... Sorry, but why does it have a specific number?"

"Well, there's more than just one. Didn't you know that?" The bird's eyes widened.

"Wh-what? I mean, really? M-my friend didn't tell me that!"

"Yeah, there are more than one entrances and exits to this place. About a hundred are spread out all over this country of ours."

Mordecai's mouth dropped and lifted his beak back up. "W-Wait, how the H does that work out?"

Before the girls spoke a word, a masculine voice from nearby responded to Mordecai's question.

"Well, my guess is that the Transglutaminase, type 2, is used for the formation of an efficient phagocyte portal in macrophages engulfing apoptotic cells. This acts as a co-receptor for integrin beta(3). When this occurs, the formations of the portals help transport our atomic structures and help render us to different locations depending on the proton levels of the destined destination." The voice came from a mid-sized human who wore very tacky clothes and had spiked blonde hair. He was very attractive, had some build, and he had that smile that could make anyone smile; even on their worst days. He continued with his hypothesis.

"As we walk in total darkness to head to this club, the hidden 'portals' allow us to end up here in a secluded place underneath some mountains far from civilization. It's like we had travel through different dimensions that allow us to move hundreds of miles from where we lived at without feeling or realizing it."

Alicia lowered her eyelids and applauded slowly. With a roll of her eyes she retorted."Very impressive, Blake. I really admire your brilliance." Blake smiled at her sarcastic attitude and laughed.

"Oh Alicia, you know you appreciate my brains." It seemed like Alicia was invincible against Blake's smile that made Mordecai unconsciously smile back at. Blake looked back at Mordecai.

"So, you're that guy that danced against Alicia, right? Blue Jay?"

Mordecai chuckled and shrugged.

"Yeah, but the DJ got my name wrong. Actually my name is-"

"You know, that DJ is such a pervert. Did you know that he likes showing random guys his mansion that he owns and then 'persuades' them to 'hang out a bit longer in his room?'

Everyone stared at Grandee as she smiled widely and drank some of her scotch. She did seem like an annoying broad, but at the same time, she looked so innocent. Alicia chuckled afterwards and smoothed her hair.

"You were saying, Mordecai?"

Mordecai got over what he just heard and thought back to what he said earlier; trying to catch his lost thoughts and putting them back together.

"Oh yeah… ummm, again, I'm Mordecai. The DJ thought I said… s-said… wait, did you…" he pointed at Alicia and started acting suspicious towards her. "Did you just say my name without me telling you?"

Alicia froze up, realizing of what she just said. She sputtered some words to cover herself. But then she eventually gave up, tilted her head and stared at Mordecai.

*sigh* "Umm... You probably don't remember me, but… you remember being at that middle school, Kristman, right? You know, before you moved and all…" She trailed off and looked down in shame. Mordecai, tapping his fingers on the table, remembered all too well: Samson, the bullying, his journal being revealed, running from all the mocking… the flashbacks haunted him for a moment before he came back to reality.

"Yeah, so... How do you know?"

"Well, you remember 'The Russian Diva'? That was me!" Mordecai's eyes brightened up from hearing this.

"Oh… weren't you…" His voice uplifted a little. "I should have guessed it from your Russian accent. You were the one of the popular cheerleaders that used to… use their stature to make other girls feel bad about themselves… Yeah, and… oh man… that one time you fought another girl in Mr. Evan's math class." He chuckled a little. "Now THAT was a cat fight…"

He stopped and looked over the edge again. He lowered his eyes and sighed. Alicia sighed as well. The other two just stared at Alicia and Mordecai before shrugging. Blake was lost in confusion. But for Grandee… well, let's just say she was lost in her own head. Blake motioned Grandee to follow him away, which she did while moving to the club's bass. After a moment passed, Mordecai swallowed some of his cocktail before he continued.

"I… never really liked that school…" He felt so depressed at that moment; he felt as if he was experiencing the last day of school once again. The laughing, the mocking, the paper-throwing… it was all too much for him to relive. Alicia put her hand on his and looked deep into his solemn eyes.

"I'm sorry for what happened to you… you didn't deserve it… If it makes you feel better, I skipped that day of school because I wanted to take my summer vacation early. I would have never made fun of you, even if I was a teenage bitch to other girls… and guys, I meant." She smiled to comfort him, and it worked. Mordecai looked up and snickered to cheer himself up.

"Nah, it's no big… that's life for ya… That reminds me, whatever happened to Samson? You remember?"

Alicia let go of his hand and made invisible circles along the table with her purple fingernails.

"Oh, that lunatic? I heard that he got arrested for some charges on smuggling drugs between some gangs and some individuals from the local white supremacy. He also did a lot of graffiti in different places of town and he got caught for them. He never returned back to school and no one knew what happened to him once he served his time in juvy. But I guess karma bit him in the ass for all I know."

Mordecai wanted to laugh; to laugh at Samson's own mistakes and mishaps. He deserved it, for what he did to Mordecai and for no apparent reason to.

But… He didn't laugh. He didn't cry.

He felt… nothing… for his ex-best friend.

"Well… I guess karma did bite him in the ass…"

He sat there for a bit before Alicia smiled brightly at him.

"You were in love him before, yes? That was what everyone believed during the break when one of the nerds from band was able to figure whose name you wrote down from your journal. Samson tried his best to hide his name in those sheets of paper before he gave them out, but I guess he couldn't hide the truth." She paused and realized Mordecai's surprised expression. "Since he never came back, our class never knew if he had feelings for you, or not. We…" she giggled a bit."We were a bad class."

Immediately Mordecai scoffed and poured himself another drink.

"Yeah, I know. I'm glad that they didn't have Nosebook back then."

He laughed out loud with Alicia and drank more of his cocktail.

"But seriously… Samson… liking me? Please… I have no interest in him anymore. My love back then doesn't even compare to what I feel now."

"Like you have for Margaret?"

Mordecai felt like someone dropped a Russian bombshell on him.

"Wait, YOU KNOW MARGARET?"

"Well, yeah. I actually live nearby her. She, I and Grandee became close friends with each other during our college years. We usually do things with her when she isn't hanging out with that mole of hers, Eileen. *phish*… So I know that you and she are finally dating one another!" She clasped her hands in applause while he went along with it; bowing like he was at some concert. Alicia snickered before she commented,

"So you're bi, right?"

Mordecai shook his head in agreement and blushed. Alicia started tapping her fingers and put on a worried expression.

"But… she doesn't know right? I mean, I never told her that I'm a lesbian too. She's… kind of against gay people. I figured that it would be best to never tell her until the right time. But you… do you want to tell her the truth?"

Mordecai tried to forget this question ever since his date yesterday night. Yet, it came back to haunt him.

"I… I don't know."

Before he could say anything else, Blake and Grandee came back with another male that came along. It was a huge and buff rhino, probably bigger than Skips (which is hard to believe). He was wearing a black tank top that said 'COME AT ME BRO.' and had light blue jeans with a belt that had a skeleton belt buckle. He grimaced a smile, protruding his clean and straight teeth, before he sat beside Blake. Blake rubbed the Rhino's arm and nudged Mordecai with his feet.

"Mordecai, meet my man, Hex." Hex eyed Mordecai while his neck muscles bulged. He was actually really good-looking for a rhino but it seemed like he didn't like meeting new beings. Mordecai nervously smiled at the huge and buff beef of gray.

"H-hi…"

Hex snarled but said nothing else. Mordecai fixed his position and faced forward to Alicia and Grandee. Grandee giggled and put her hands up.

"Look at us, having a fantastic time! YAY!" She pulled out a bag of almonds and ripped the top seal off. She noticed Mordecai's sweater and saw a small glimpse of his phone.

"Oh, Mordecai, can I see your phone? I love looking at other people's phones!" She smiled, which pushed her big cheeks up, and jumped up and down from her seat. Mordecai slid his body back at the sight of the girl.

She… so reminds me of… Pops… yet, without the 'British' background…

"Sure Grandee, but you can't read my messages, ok?"

"Yes, of course! How rude would that be?" Mordecai got his phone from his sweater, which sat on his lap, and handed it over. Grandee snatched it and started looking through it. Alicia raised an eyebrow toward Mordecai.

"Don't worry, she does this with everyone that she meets. She respects privacy li-"

"Hey Mordecai, you got RIGBY'S phone number! OMG, I find it funny that Margaret totally hat-"

Alicia immediately slapped Grandees' lips shut before she said the rest of her sentence. Mordecai glanced at Alicia's worried face; her brows were sort of twitching.

"What is it? What was she gonna say?"

Alicia thought quickly and sputtered,

"Nothing… just that Margaret totally a… appreciates Rigby!" Mordecai gave the 'You're lying' face and eyed her. Grandee then removed Alicia's hand from her lips and spoke out,

"Alicia, that's not true; you silly! You know that Margaret is mean to Rigby. I find it kind of funny when she complains about him." She giggled and playfully slapped Mordecai's motionless hand. Mordecai just stared at the two lesbians in disbelief.

"W-what? She…" He furrowed his brows and his voice went an octave up. "I don't believe that! You're lying, right?... She's so sweet to him. She would never make fun of my best friend. That's… so unlike her…" He looked attentively at Alicia, who nervously played with her hair. He became mad at what he was hearing.

"Alicia, is it true?"

Alicia coughed and cleared her throat. Blake put his hand out in excitement and put himself into the conversation.

"Oh, all the time, Mordecai. Grandee, didn't she say that he's a pig? Or a waste of space?"

Grandee joined in all the 'fun'.

"Yeah, or a nuance?"

"Or a joke?"

"Dipshit?"

"Douche?"

"Annoying?"

"Condescending?"

They continued to make a huge list that belittled Mordecai's best friend. Mordecai couldn't help but have a sharp and harsh voice towards Alicia.

"Alicia, is it true? Is she really making fun of my friend?"

Alicia rubbed her chin and clinched her fist.

"Ummm… I'm sorry dear… I'm afraid it's true." She eyed at Grandee, who was still making a list of insults with Blake. "But she told us never to tell anyone… Anyone, Grandee!"

Grandee stopped, looked upon her girlfriend and scoffed.

"Well, he had to find out anyway. I mean, they're in a relationship for peace sake. She should have told you how she felt for Rigby."

Mordecai twisted his beak and said nothing. He lowered his brows further and looked off to his right. He felt betrayed, like someone came and stabbed him in the back; his spine cracking and breaking down. Tears barely traced upon his face as he shifted his pupils and looked down in shame.

How could she do this to me? Why does she hate him? How could she do this behind my back? Does… does Rigby know of this? In fact… does he fight with her too?

He laid his hands upon his face, feathers smoothing from his palms, and sipped some more of the cocktail with his long beak. Blake's arms went around the distressed bird's shoulders as he patted him… softly.

"You okay, Blue Jay? You know what I say? I say… dump her ass and go back with Rigby!" Mordecai's eyes widened and flipped Blake off him. He then aggressively reacted.

"Hey man, R-Rigby and I have never dated. He's strictly straight, alright? He always talks about chicks and how he would like to date every pretty lady. Besides, he's dating Eileen, the mole friend of Margaret's. Anyways, he's just… my best friend…" His voice went weak and mellow suddenly from his outburst. Everyone appeared to have their heads closer in and listened to Mordecai; even Hex flicked his ears up. Mordecai looked up and realized this.

"uh… what? Guys, what is… wait… come on…you guys don't think that… all of you are like butting into my perso-"

"When did you first meet him, Mordecai?" Grandee gazed intently into the emotionally threatened avian. (Alicia knew the answer to this but said nothing. Apparently, Grandee hasn't been paying close attention to when Margaret talked about her past school experiences to the two lesbians.)

Mordecai cleared his throat before straightening things out.

"Uh.. uh…" *sigh* "well, right after moving from Kristman middle school… I transferred into his and Margaret's school and that's how I met him… but we're not dating!"

He reached over, grabbed the pitcher, and poured another cup of cocktail.

*gulp* "That time… was one of the greatest moments in my life… first meeting Rigby at that lunchroom…"

He trailed off into deep thought before Hex spoke for the first time tonight. His voice was actually all gentlemen sounding; a voice that didn't belong to the over-muscular and aggressive rhino.

"So, you have a crush on him, right?"

The bird's hand quivered as it spilled his cocktail; he bluntly looked at the rhino as if their eyes clashed. The rhino smirked and faced the bird like he just figured him out. He snorted and continued.

"Don't be ashamed. That's how these two broads met up." He pointed with his thumb at the two girls who only shrugged. Mordecai held his wings up, trying to show that they had it all wrong.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa… t-that's not true… I, I…"

He struggled with his words. Usually he would violently point at the prosecutor and throw stuff if a straight douche (like Mitch) asked him that. But… he felt like he was among… friends; true (and gay) friends who only wanted him to be honest with them. Besides, they knew how he felt… well, except for Grandee (she was just clueless). Mordecai sighed and dropped his hands unto the table.

"Ok... you guys caught me. He's… um… But-" Blake stopped him in his tracks.

"Wait… this is Hilarious! Let me get this straight. So, you have a crush on your best friend, who is hated by your girlfriend and is dating that mole, and you decided to come here behind your girl's back so you could get in touch with your 'gay' side?" Before the exposed avian could respond, Alicia pointed at his face and pierced him with her eyes.

"And while we're at it, how were you invited here again? By a friend? I don't believe you one bit. Who is this 'friend' of yours if none of your 'friends' know that you have gay interests? You literally came here with no one. I mean, most people usually bring someone, at least one, with them no matter what; and they would have gone along... Really, sleeping?..." Alicia brought her head forward; her hair reflecting the party lights.

"Mordecai... tell us the truth. Where did you get you're invitation from?"

(The avian became fidgety, flustered and overwrought from the questions and wanted them to stop. Like seriously… they were like ganging up on him and metaphorically beating him up with weapons. In his head, he imagined Hex with a huge bat with nails and hits him first. Then Blake comes up with a dojo stick and hits his sides back and forth. And finally Alicia comes with a sword and gives Mordecai the final cuts and a stab through the middle. As for Grandee, well… he imagined her throwing a tomato at his face for fun.)

"CAN EVERYONE STOP ASKING ME QUESTIONS FOR A SEC?"

Mordecai held his wings out again and gave everyone the 'hold on a f****** second' look. He then saw Hex snarl and gave him the 'What did you say?' grimace. Mordecai lowered his arms and kept his mouth shut.

Yeesh, I guess were all making faces tonight…

Everyone at the booth stared at Mordecai, eager for some answers. Mordecai started to sweat from his recent shouting. He saw some other people stopping their romance in nearby booths and began eyeing over at the five of them. Mordecai wanted to walk away from them, but by the looks of Hex's stern face, he figured that it's best just to tell the truth. Besides, he might as well spill his guts out before security catches him for stealing an invitation (and literally taking the time to spill his guts out). He lowered his voice and tilted his head down; his shoulders staying up like as if he was carrying weights on his back.

"Shhh… guys, please! Just, j-just calm down. I'll... I'll tell you where I found the invitation first, alright? Just stop asking me questions."

He got the invitation out again from his sweater; the chain swung around his grasp, and explained that he found it in a homosexual book shelf at the Book'n store. He summarized, for about ten minutes, why he was there reading the books and how he felt for what the books taught him and how they changed his opinion about society. He kind of went overboard talking his feelings out of what he's been struggling with, yet his new-found friends listened; Grandee chewed loudly with her random bag of almonds during Mordecai's dialogue. During this time though, he was drinking more cocktail drinks than usual. From this, he wasn't really feeling like himself as he carried the conversation on.

"…it's just that, I want to be me. But I know most people are not going to like me… for me. It just sucks dudes… and dudets." He drank his fifth glass and hiccupped a little. "How do y-you guys deal with it? You know, do you guys lose friends?"

Blake smiled and patted the bird's back again, noticing how much the bird drank. "Yeah, we lose some friends…"

"…but we gain more friends too… and we feel more appreciative of who we are." Grandee crunched another almond and shook her bag in front of the jay. Mordecai shoved his hand up and shook it away. He died down his voice again; the bass still booming in the background.

"You guys have… balls to be yourselves. I bet you guys aren't afraid of anything when you go against what most people believe. That's… that's wicked." The Russian chick cocked her head.

"But some of us are somewhat afraid still, remember? Margaret for example? She's been so good to me and Grandee as a friend. I don't want to lose that friendship with her."

Alicia shrugged and the bird slowly shook in agreement; his head heading back while he gulped some more.

"That's… that's understandable. I don't know if... I want to break up with her so soon... just from her fighting with Rigby." He looked to the side. "I'm… still surprised by that…" He stared back at Alicia. "S-should I talk to her about it? I really don't like the idea of her making fun of my… Rigby?" He blushed to himself from saying that, yet he straightened himself out quickly. Alicia tapped her nails and thought for a moment.

"Ummm… I suggest that you should wait on talking to her about that... or to Rigby. It seems that you're struggling with being with Margaret while, apparently, discovering your sexuality and… Rigby. Look here, its best not to cause any extra drama. If you ask her about the fighting, first of all, Margaret would get pissed and want to know who asked you… which she'll become very suspicious of me and Grandee. Second, if Margaret and Rigby know that you know that they fight with each other, then they are going to continue and show their true colors to each other. And you would have to choose to be with her or him. I think this because I bet that Rigby fights with her as well… and yet he doesn't tell you about their… affiliation…"

Mordecai blinked a couple of times and zoned out for a moment.

Well... this sucks… I really don't like waiting patiently to get answers… and I don't know if I want to be with her if she talks about my friend behind my back… but,it's probably best to just wait... for now...

With a disappointed grimace, Mordecai sighed and spoke nothing for awhile. His eyes closed and calmly said,

"… You have a point there. I guess it's best to wait."

Alicia looked deeply into the honest and emotional bird. She was wanting to ask about him and Rigby having a possible… relationship (including everyone else at the table), but she felt as if Mordecai had talked too much for the night. Besides, he's really missing all the fun.

"Well, I think that we found out more than enough about Mordecai for tonight! We should let him get know about more about us in this group!" She smiled sweetly and Mordecai, who shrugged and tugged his beak up. He then caught on to what she just said.

"Wait, am I in your group?" Hex stretched his muscle-endowed arm and dropped a rainbow wristband in front of him.

"It's yours. Besides, it can't fit on my wrist; nor can it even go through my hands."

"Yeah, you can hang with us as long as no one knows that you stole an invitation." Grandee hushed herself quickly but smiled from ear to ear.

Mordecai watched as all of them stuck their hands out and pounded over each other. After putting the wristband on, Mordecai joined in and all their hands rose up in unison. They laughed out loud until Blake held his drink up.

"A TOAST… TO BLUE JAY!" They all clashed their glasses together and drank until their heart's content. Mordecai then asked questions to each of his friends; drinking and socializing their cares from society away.

Apparently, since the club holds people from all over the country, Blake and Hex are from Michigan and live right near Lake Superior. They are just 'dating' but they live together in their own condo. Alicia and Grandee live separately in their own apartments but usually meet up with each other six nights a week. They both work at restaurants as waitresses and they get big tips from those men who find them 'very' attractive. They never told their secret love for each other to anyone until they feel it's the 'right' time to.

From all the socializing and talking about how much the club had to offer, Mordecai really felt like he was part of the group of friends. It's amazing how his luck turned out in a club this crazy and different.

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After an hour and a half of drinking and socializing, Mordecai laughed an octave higher than his usual tone as he was as drunk as he could be; he unfortunately couldn't see or think straight. But he could feel the bass still calling for him.

"Y-you guys wanna go and dance d-downstairs? I feel like DANCING like crazy!" Mordecai danced in his seat while his body swayed around like he was… well, like he was drunk. He did have about twelve glasses of cocktails (and for a skinny bird, he had a strong stomach). Blake put his hand on Mordecai's left shoulder, which Mordecai and Hex didn't mind, and massaged it.

"Hey birdie, I think you need to take it easy dude. In fact…" he eyed the others and smiled with his teeth bearing. "Let's hear what makes you feel so attracted to Rigby; because by the sound of it, he sounds like a pretty cool guy." Blake leaned back on Hex's hot body as Mordecai forced himself not to pour another drink of cocktail. When she saw Blake's intentions, Alicia wanted to protest to give Mordecai some 'privacy'. But before she could comment, Mordecai smiled brightly, his eyes kind of out of focus, and insisted on telling them. They're friends, right?

"You know… I h-haven't put that much t-thought into it, but…" *hiccup* "he's charming, and cute, and handsome, and for a small dude, he's got t-the looks dude, the looks… and I love his attitude… s-sometimes. He gets so ticked off at the little things in life. Oh, h-him and I work at a park all the time; he makes everyday complicated and yet fun... And, and... we practically live there at the central house. We share the same room, but I sleep on a bed and Rigby sleeps on a trampoline. A-and we play video games all the time, and I mean all the time." He stopped and stared at his glass. "Oh and he has the softest fur that I have ever touched… like it's unbelievable."

"Auhhhh… Mordecai and Rigby sitting in the tree, K.I.S.S.I.N.G." Blake laughed and playfully hit on Mordecai's arm. Mordecai felt like he just experienced déjà vu from when Rigby made the same joke two days ago at the bathrooms. He laughed and playfully hit Blake back.

"Yeah, like that's ever gonna happen."

"Well, it could! Maybe… maybe he has feelings for you too!"

"That's crazy talk dude."

Grandee points to Mordecai while chewing on some almonds.

"M-hey, ch-rue love ch-an happ-han."

Even though her cheeks were full of almonds, it seemed like she said something that touched the drunken bird a little. He twisted his left side of his beak up at what she said.

"Yeah Grandee… maybe you're right."

Blake did a raspberry expression and looked over Mordecai's body at the dancing crowd below.

"Well, what needs to happen right now is some dancin'. Come on Hex." Blake scooted out with Hex and both of them walked together holding arms. Mordecai smiled at the couple at their departure. It wasn't common when an animal dated a human; and the fact that both of them were men, it just made the relationship rarer. Grandee crumpled her empty bag and sat it on the table.

"I'm going to go dancing too! Alicia, Mordecai, you comin'?"

Alicia looked at Mordecai in curiosity. Evidently, the drunken avian gave a thumbs up (sort of) and both got away from the booth. It seemed like his sober feeling was going away. While walking across the balcony behind the shaking-her-hips Grandee, Alicia whispered into Mordecai's ear hole.

"We need to talk later. Privately, ok?"

Mordecai lowered a brow before giving her the thumbs up.

Weird… what would she want to talk about?

The doors closed again as the elevator dropped to the main level. Immediately when it opened, Grandee jumped out of it and danced her way to the crowd. Mordecai and Alicia took their time as they walked up to the sidelines; watching the beings dance and raising their hands. The DJ continued to blare his 'party' words into his microphone while the bass boomed loudly. Mordecai went over and put his sweater in the 'storage' area as he looked back at the club in whole. The music, the crowd, the partying… all of it just crying out to Mordecai as he became thrilled and excited. While his sobriety still diminishing, Mordecai's thinking was slowly clearing up and his true emotions kicked in. His body heated up as Alicia grabbed his arm and tugged him into the crowd.

She stopped him in the middle of it and playfully started rubbing against, or grinding, another girl. Mordecai held his other arm to the side and squished his body to himself while standing within the crowd. Arms, hands, legs, feet, butts, hair, tails… all being thrown around from the dancing and shaking of bodies. Mordecai loved to dance with random people in parties, but he felt so unsure of himself being in there. He's never actually danced with gay people who really 'got down'; it's never happened to him before. That unsure felling got to him as he stood completely still while observing the party-goers all around him. The music was blaring when he heard a voice that crept up behind him.

"HEY, YOU'RE THAT BLUE JAY, RIGHT?" A male tiger, strong and built like most males there, moved his body while shoving the bird. Mordecai blushed for a nano-second at the looks of the dude and scratched his head.

Gosh, I need to work out more...

"Uh… YEAH I AM. I…"

"COME ON DUDE, DON'T BE NERVOUS. DANCE WITH US. YOU DID IT ON STAGE! WHY NOT HERE?"

Why not here?...

"ACTUALLY, I DON'T FEEL SO WELL. BUT MAYBE NEXT TIME! THANKS FOR THE OFF-"

The tiger nudged him with his butt and a swing from his tail.

"PLEASE DON'T GO! YOU'RE NEW TO THIS, RIGHT? J-JUST TRUST YOUR INSTINCTS!"

Mordecai put on a somewhat confident smug and moved his hips like everyone else was. The deep bass then filled his body up with dancing fever as he really got into it. It was all so weird and different for him being so 'close' to other males, and some females, but he felt so right having this sort of fun. Sound waves vibrated throughout the club as the bi-curious avian break-dance his heart out; sweat dripping from his feathers and feet gliding among the flashing ground. He kept swiveling his hips forward and swinging his arms all around. People took notice of this and shouted,

"GAY JAY, GAY JAY, GAY JAY…" as they cheered the wild and free avian on. All kinds of wild-goers partied near him as Mordecai felt the friction and the heat rising in the place. He felt as if he could take the whole world on; noth