This was a rp between whitchu and I.
[So ignore grammar errors plz]

It was 11:38 pm precisely and time couldn't pass by any slower. Whitney rubbed his arms as they were crossed, keeping his gaze low to the floor, having been very occupied with it other than the walking women in the crowded club. Music blared uncomfortably in his ears, ranging from slow and jazzy, to fast pop music. He had felt heated all the two hours he had spent here, too uncomfortable to sit and too uncomfortable to move too much. He had eventually found a corner of the room in which wasn't too crowded, and far enough from unwanted contact. He wished he hadn't promised his friends of his staying, he deeply regretted it.

Roaring music and flashing lights awaited kiwi as she stripped into her work outfit. She wore a thin string black bra with two hearts that barley covered her nips and a black thong to match her top, she zipped up her leather knee boots and took a deep breath before opening the curtains to the stage. She strutted out swaying her hips to the load musical beat.

The many coinciding whistles and cheers caught the dark bears attention, sneaking a glance to meet his surprise. It was as if hit by impact. A tall, curvy, yet slim-waisted girl was walking down the lit stage. She had a determined smirk, the power glowing from her remarkable b-

Whitney looked away quickly, his face redder than his hair.

  Kiwi felt like she was worshipped, she liked the feeling of having power, everyone adored her except... her eyes met a wreck of a bear, she walked down the stairs towards him, she wanted to meet him, he amused her very much compared to the other mutts in the club 

Whitney's ears flicked in sync with the click-clacking of heels. A shrill whistle from an onlooker made him look up, expression horrid. There she was, an orange feline with blonde hair and stripes. He looked away as quickly as he had looked up, face burning.

Kiwi looked at the trembling bear, she let out a tiny laugh when she saw how blushed his face was. She puts her hand on his shoulder and smiles.
" hi there friend " she smiles

He stilled hadn't turned his head to face the girl, gaze away and wide. Whitney pursed his lips, muscles stiff as if ready to break out sprinting. His winced under the felines soft touch, as if burned by her radiance. A few people had turned their heads to watch what the star player was about to do to a young male looking ready to cry. "Uhm... h-hi, I.... uhh..." Whitney spoke incredibly softly, as if unwanting for anyone to hear. Was this what one was supposed to say when greeted by a stripper? Or was he being silly?

kiwi chuckles, "you're not for around here are you?" She smirks "how about you and me sit down and have a drink?"she says grabbing his hands softly

Whitney opened his mouth to speak, but no words could form. He was smoldering lava underneath her hand. Whatever she had, it was poison to him. What evil.
His legs wouldn't move at first, but after a moment of hesitation, he followed evincibly, not making an attempt in holding her hand back, as if touching her more would hurt him, in which it did.

Kiwi sat down and tugged the bear to sit down beside her, she signaled the bar tender to get her and her acquaintance two shots of whiskey . The bar tender slid the shots to kiwi and Whitney, the bar tender walked by Whitney, looked at kiwi, then back to Whitney and winked. Kiwi looked at Whitney and smiled

'Is this a joke?' Whitney was meaning to say, but his open jaw still formed no words. What kind of money did his friends pay to get a girl like this to tempt him?

Kiwi stared at her whiskey intensely, she then put her elbow on the counter and leaned her head onto her hand and looked back to Whitney, " you're not very talkative, are you?" She said using her other hand to fix her bra strap

Whitney waited a moment, as if timing his response. "C-contrary, mam'...." Unable to respond in full sentences. His hands laid in his lap, clenched together and clammy. He never recalled being this sweaty. He awkwardly refused to look any lower than the felines face or tips of ears, embarrassed.

Kiwi tilts her head in amusement and sits up, " you know I don't expect a guy like you to come to places like this" she says shimmying her arms around her chest

"N-no... you wouldn't." He mumbled. Looking to the side.

Kiwi snorted, "then why are you here?" She said leaning closer to his face

Should he say it? Or would it be rude? No, this was a stripper he was talking to, this wasn't a normal conversation. Leaving here was better than winning a bet at the moment. "Uhm... I got to... I have to go. Thanks for the-... for the drink..." He stood, taking out his wallet from his pocket to take out a few bucks to pay for the untouched shots beside them.

Kiwi grabs his hand firmly, " leaving?" She said tugging him closer," how dare you walk out in the middle of a conversation with a women!" She said narrowing her eyes, she could see some of the other men looking at them

This shook Whitney in all of his discomfort. He may be a shy person, but he had a temper too. "You American women need to get your ducts straight because I have  the right to." And there he said it.

Now he regretted it.

Kiwi Could see the men at the bar get up, she signaled them to sit down, she was mad, very mad. How dare this scum insult an American woman. Kiwi lifted her fist to swing at him. That's when she suddenly stopped. She lowered her hand,sat on the chair, and laughed, " hahaha!" She Took a sip of her whiskey. " well well, I didn't expect that to come out of your mouth," she snorted

Whitney stood there, eyebrows furrowed. He blinked for a moment, finally being able to look at the feline clearly. "Have a good night." He murmured, placing ten dollars on the counter near the girl and turned. Walking towards the door, he felt lighter.

Kiwi hesitated as she watched him Close the door. Then she realized she didn't want to let this one go. She got up ,opened the door and went outside to follow him, she was freezing since she was literally in nothing but lingerie,she spotted him walking outside

Whitney had stopped down the street, hands tucked into his pockets as he waiting for a passing taxi to stop. He had walked over a bit far from the club, unable to stand the air it held. The winter air bit at his thick and long fur, blowing in the breeze along with his curls. He brushed them out of his face, breathing in the crisp breeze.

Kiwi ran until she was standing directly behind The Bear. She didn't really know what to say. She shivered as the cold air hit her thin fur

The clacking of heels made the red-head jerk his attention behind him, eyes widening. His mouth was slightly agape for a moment but he almost immediately reacted, taking off his jacket as if there were ants. He tossed it to the female, stepping back a foot out of nervousness.

Kiwi Felt the warm jacket thrown on top of her. She looked at whitney and slightly blushed, " thank you" she said flicking her tail

The dark bear tucked his knuckles deep into his pockets, clearing his throat awkwardly as he looked away, cheeks bleeding.

She was surprised coat was actually quite warm. She wanted to say something but she didn't know what. " would you like to come over to my place and um... watch a movie?" She staggered " my apartment is just down the street" she said pointing in the direction

He paused, unsure. Would it be rude to deny? Or was this some sort of trick? "I..." He rubbed the back of his neck. Standing at 12 am in the street with a stranger almost naked in front of him asking to come to their apartment was not the ideal place he wanted to respond to.

Kiwi looked at the ground, " it's fine if you don't want to, it's just, you've mainly been pretty sweet to me this whole time, well besides that little outburst you had" kiwi awkwardly laughs

Whitney felt a little warmed by these words. Still feeling awkward, he opened his mouth. "Sure, I guess." He still averted his eyes from her.

Kiwi's ears perked up, she didn't expect that answer from him, " really?.. ok, here my apartments this way" she said taking his hand and walking towards her apartment

Whitneys hand fell limp within hers, nervous to take grip of it. He felt embarrassed still, what if someone were to see her? Other than for his jacket, she was just about bare b-

He felt red.

Kiwi walked whitney up a couple of steps to her apartment door, she lifted the doormat and unlocked the door and opened it , she walked him still holding whitney's hand and closed the door

The red-heads stomach sank as the door closed behind them, still unsure of this plan. Could he be walking into disaster right now? Was he being stupid to think she wanted to watch television while half naked with him. He looked around the apartment, anywhere to avert his gaze from her.

Kiwi looks around the room for the remote, "hmmm" she couldn't seem to remember the last place from where she had put it down. She bends over to look under the couch, " gimme a sec, I can't find the remote" she say reaching her hand under the couch

Seeing her bent over gave the most explicit view Whitney was not ready for. He swerved around, facing away. He felt clammy again and began busying himself by looking around the room, back turned towards the feline.

Kiwi stands up swiping the dust off her fur,". Well the remote is not under the couch." She said frowning , then tilting her head ," what's up with you?" She said as she noticed how red whitney was. She looked down and blushed , " im gonna go put on clothes" she says picking up a large t-shirt that went down almost to her knees, she takes off her long boots and sits on the couch. " I wonder where I put that darn remote" she said to herself

The bear shifted awkwardly, before spotting a remote on the coffee table behind the couch. "Is this it?" He picked it up, waving it towards the cat.

Kiwi turns to whitney with glee as she opens a drawer, the more she looked at that remote the more it looked like her v- ..." uh .... whitney,,, that's not the remote," she said as she reached into the drawer and pulled out the remote

Faster than seemingly light, he dropped it on the table surface, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Americans." He murmured to himself as he shook his head. He couldn't shake the feel and again was washed with embarrassment.

Kiwi laughed to herself silently "immigrants "her thought . She signaled him to sit on the couch as she walked over and sat down, " anything you wanna watch?" She asked flipping through the channels

To be continued... maybe...
Who knows

Well shit