Ace And Nero Show Up Before Midnight (Part 2)

Ace And Nero Show Up

With our stamps firmly on our hand, we decided to head for Tyler’s house as there was nothing happening as yet. Although there were a few diehard clubbers dancing on the stage we didn’t feel that the night had matured fully yet. On our way out my hopes came true with fates turning hand. Tyler and I noticed at the same time, two equal figures of stature, one of them looking very familiar.

Instantaneously the four of us looked at each other, noticing that it was Ace and his Brother Nero. To my mind, it was a great cap-off to what was sure to be a great night now. Ace’s presence gives me a vote of confidence more than what anyone else could brush upon. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s always happy go-lucky with a radiant smile that brings my inner strength out more.

I would rather dance next to Ace than anyone else, complimenting how he handles himself as well as the women that usually flock to him of a night. Hoping that Ace got my message from his girlfriend and decided to make his way down, he shook our hands and introduced his brother to us. Through the night, a bond had built between Nero and I as we didn’t really go out of our way but you could tell, by the end of the night we were more respectful of each other’s company.

A Brother I Never Had

Just like Ace, when first we noticed each other and started seeing the outcomes of each of our personalities together, we too bonded. Not to the extent of calling each other and making plans for the weekend but to an extent of esteem for each other, highly regarded as opposed to others. Ace brings out the best in me and I feel that he also has a better night because of my company.

Now, I feel that this bond has begun with his brother who well enough, is just as easy to get along with as Ace. Ace to me is like a brother I’ve wanted to have, someone that I can look up to. Although I don’t follow Ace in trend or in style, I look up to his taste and it rubs of on me somewhat.

For example, I’ve always wanted reflector pants from Hound Dog as I see them on women all the time and figure I want them myself but the real push came when Ace was wearing them at Byblos and I thought “I definitely want them now, they’ll suit me”. The flamboyancy at the price of modesty that I portray. I do not show off who I am when I change into these clothes.

Rather, my attitude changes for the better and like Ace who cares not be ostentatious, style, a great appearance of personality and flamboyance really makes the women come out of the woodwork, sit up and notice you.

Running Past The Police Station

Stepping out of Chevy’s as we confirmed with Ace and Nero our meeting up with them later, we began our itinerant trek up the rest of Queen Street. Being our warped selves again, as we made our way towards the Police Station we began hitting each other across the Chest. Tyler has the knack of annoying people by constantly hitting them in jest and deciding to play along with his game, I laughed at nothing and then pushed him with a swinging arm of rapture.

These playful antics continued with either of us wanting to get the last sustained push and almost out of the blue, the both of us just started running down the street in our goofy gait. Heading down the street as if we were the running man but with a restriction of how far our arms and feet could venture from our sides, I jogged forth as Tyler jogged meters behind me. It appeared as Tyler wanted to catch up to me so he could get in the last hit but as I always sped myself up when he neared he never caught up.

Running past the police station a cop car came out, probably wondering what the heck we were doing. As he stopped and reversed in a shop near us and then passed us again I honestly thought he was going to pull us over because of his assumption that we were drunk pedestrians. Nevertheless, no such boon to these pages emerged and for most of the way back to his house we were either chasing each other or being loud in some way.

Crossing the main intersection to enter onto the beginning of Leumeah, Tyler was being mightier in throwing his voice than usual. Around this time is where we started talking in our Scottish accents. With a dog barking at us we kept saying things like “Shite, why’s a Scottish dog barking at a Scottish person” and Tyler would respond with “Aye”. This jocular humor continued until we made our way to Tyler’s street and then it was time to be serious. “Shhh” Tyler whispered as we neared his house, unable to resist the temptation of speaking out once or twice.

Creeping Into Tyler’s House

Making our way to his front door he unlocked it as quiet as a mouse and then guided his way through the darkness, down the corridor and to his room. This was a touch more problematic for myself but I managed to make it to the hallway before he turned his light on and I was right as rain. Change of clothing was Tyler’s aim as I looked myself over in the mirror and cursed at the fact I had to take my DKNY Hat off before heading into Chevy’s.

Oh yeah, as Tyler and I paid at the door (We had to pay after all) I was told that I couldn’t wear my hat into the club. As much as this disappointed me I obliged for the rest of the night. Rejecting my look despite it fitting the part, I was disallowed part of my esteem but found, through the night, I didn’t need a hat or glasses to emerge. The Superman-red shirt and reflector pants I was wearing was enough to tie me through for the night figuring, I’ll just have to use that look when I visit the clubs in the City next weekend.

Tyler changed his shirt and put on some black pinstripe pants whilst changing in his room. Smelling like BO after our brisk jog to Tyler’s house, I sprayed myself with some of his moldy and cheap spray. Brushing my hair with the comb I had brought along I actually liked how my hair hung down, granting this comfort to my new small container of Brylcreem. I gather that after a couple of months, it starts to lose its elasticity and wonders of working in hair.

Who Gets To Drive

This fresh new bottle of two weeks has given me confidence in my hair in both weeks I’ve headed to Chevy’s now. Anyway, the plan now wasn’t to walk but to drive Tyler’s car back down to Queen Street, making our venture back easier. Despite Tyler having drank earlier in the night, he figured that he would have been a touch better, good enough to drive anyway. Speaking of driving, when we had the option of heading into the City, because Tyler was drunk and he didn’t want to drive, I offered to drive.

He was crediting my option but as it was for my not having a license, he thought it would be too risky. “My car won’t make it to the City” he also argued as I confidently kept noting that we were heading to the City and I was driving. Nevertheless, as you would probably gather, we didn’t end up going to the City and Tyler ended up driving his car back to Chevy’s.

Making our way back out of his house, Tyler turned his bedroom light off and left it to my instinct to find my way out of the house without knocking something over. Taking my time as I felt for the walls I was doing well as I made my way to the front door, slightly opened by Tyler who was standing beside it.

“What took you so long” he quizzed and in my distraction of answering I bumped something right next to the door and replied “That’s why I took so long”. Warming up the car for a minute or two we wiped down the fogged windows and then began on our journey, parking the car at the top portion of Queen Street.

Midnight At Macdonald’s

Having brought up the option of heading to Macdonald’s as I was hungry without a bite to eat before leaving, we parked near the top section of the now one way Queen Street and began walking down to Macdonald’s at the end of Queen Street. Tyler himself bought some food from Kentucky Fried Chicken and whilst waiting at the window we chatted with the girl serving us as well as the guy standing next to us in line.

Tyler kept noting that there was a blonde girl working inside that was 18 years old, blonde, sexy body and had the maddest of tits, larger than a usual handful. The guy next to us also seemed to agree on her wealth of genetics as the girl serving us just looked blankly in recognition, probably in envy.

Next on the agenda was our visit to Macdonald’s and as it was five minutes to midnight and closing time we didn’t sense the urgency to eat and leave. Buying myself a combo meal Tyler and I sat down on the tables where we were least visible to the counter. Tyler was playacting his usual deeds, one true person who is pompous and egotistic. Tyler doesn’t hide his flamboyance well and his obvious showy attitude shows no modesty in his haughty character.

Ace doesn’t have to try to appear happy and stylish in interpretation, he just has the natural charm. Myself, I was humbled to the max when dancing and still am but my coming out last night made me realize that my personality is much like Ace, I don’t have to put forth an effort of vanity to have people think I’m someone, it just shines through.

Tyler was snatching my chips off me, throwing his rubbish around and acting like he didn’t really care as one foot was on the table and the other outstretched to the long bench in which he rest it upon. Tyler also noted how one of the girls behind the counter despite being 15 years old was a great root, like a bunny. When she came around to clean up, Tyler actually started conversation by inadvertently putting her down. “Are you enjoying cleaning up the floor”

He asked as a starter and as she commented that five dollars an hour wasn’t enough he asked her age and what not. Nothing eventuated from this encounter as it shouldn’t have and despite Tyler complaining “How long does it take to eat chips and a hamburger” I took my steady time. When all was done we left our rubbish behind us and left out the side doors of Macdonald’s, back up Queen Street and bi-passing the crowd at the front of Chevy’s, showing our stamps in order to get the custom service straight in.