Chapter 25

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Warning: OOC, random craziness, Error past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, killing, dark themes, racism mention, profanity, suicidal moments, sexual moments mentioned, violence, smoking, drugs, alcohol, guns mention, animal death, cringe, bullying, yandere, possible musical/singing moments and bad flirts.

Error/Moxxie speaking/thoughts

Singing

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"You been busy." Moxxie replied after finishing listen to Striker talk about what he been doing. Either in Wrath a bit farther away working on ranches, doing some creature hunting and even was a guard for a bit in one of the Rings. The two of them on the couch drinking Hot Chocolate. Striker extra spice.

"I sure have been but its work." Striker take a sip of his drink and relaxed. His hat off and on his lap. He missed this a lot more than he thought.

"Madre coming back. Will you be here to meet her?"

"Maybe for a short while. Gotta get back to work soon." Striker glance to see Moxxie nob. Yet, he had a small annoyed pout. He snickered.

"What?"

"Nothing Critter."

"Oh please. You? Nothing?"

"My, my someone really getting snappier." Striker laughs and smirked at the huff Moxxie let out. "Just miss your backtalk is all. You never let me down."

"That sounds so cringe."

"You asked."

"Whatever Rattles." Moxxie taking another sip of his drink. Glance and see Striker just staring at him with a slight curious and amused look. "What?"

"Growing your hair out?" Points at the small ponytail. Wouldn't really call it one yet

"A bit wanted to try a look."

"For a guy or gal?'

"Nope." Didn't care to much how his tail rattle at that answer. He been use to it.  Didn't realize how happy Striker was about that. "No, dating for me. How tragic."

"Jeez you're hopeless. "

"I'll put that on a shirt."

"Send me a picture if you wear it."

"Noted."

"So, nobody huh?"

"Not all of us are grace with your looks."

"I don't know to be flattered or insulted with your tone."

"Your attractive stating a fact."

"Glad we cleared that out the way." Striker snorted, but very pleased of that fact, and took a sip of his drink he bought. ""How long you're growing it?'

"I guess to a length that won't be a pain."

"Look at you. Growing up."

"I think I beat you to that a long time ago." Quickly duck from a tail swipe.

"And a smart ass."

"Yep."

"If only your height can grow."

"I will kick you off this couch."

Striker arms out in a mock surrender. The two now just relaxing and watching whatever on the tv station.

"So, what's going in town?"

"Prom."

"Oh damn. Those were so annoying but gotta admit one of my favorite drinking times. Plus, the prank to that asshole teacher."

"Didn't you have a date?"

"Don't remind me. Should have gone alone or in a group." His date was just using him to make a ex jealous and they just got back together at that dance. Should have seen it coming. But it was fun when punch mysteriously fell on the pair.

"You just ditch them."

"Wouldn't bother me." Glance at Moxxie. "You going?"

"I think you should know the answer."

"Seriously?" Tilt his head. "You haven't asked anyone?"

"Don't like anyone nor was I asked. Its fine Striker im use to it." Well, if your count Millie and Sallie who would have gone with him if it wasn't for there busy week.

"But its 'senior year'." Striker did quotation marks in the air.

"It's fine. Besides I guess since you're here it'll be not as bad. Will have to put you in my schedule."

"Im so honor." Striker rolled his eyes and another sip of his drink. "How your busy schedule of sewing by the way."

"Doing well. Got some stuff I've prepared to be sent out for college."

"You know which one you want?"

"Whatever accepts me and im fine. If not guess freelancing."

"I like that. You got options. Plus, someone got to be idiot to not accept you."

"You're complimenting me."

"Take it Critter. You are talented in your own way." Striker will admit Moxxie is smart. In different ways. He just slightly concerned what those colleges will think. Many, like the big ones, look down at the Imps. At them. Or just rip them off till you just leave, give up, or transfer elsewhere. He clenched his cup a little at certain dark thought and push it back. Don't need to let those out. "Besides look at my hat. Did well with no crummy school teaching you. I wouldn't be surprise you open up your own place."

"You just want free stuff for me."

"Hey this was a gift and you wouldn't accept my damn money for my shirt."

Moxxie took a sip of drink to not make a comment.

"So, you really got nothing to do tomorrow?"

"Nope." Moxxie look back at him and sees a look. "Oh no. I'm not going to Prom. I don't have a ticket."

"Fuck Prom. Let me take you out to have our own fun stuff."

"I don't want to explode a mine shaft."

"That was one time and you enjoy it. Nothing crazy. Will go out to one of the nicer bars I know. Just have a good time eating, drinking and look maybe some dancing. Doesn't even have to be about Prom but hanging out. Come on Critter what you say?" Striker looks at Moxxie as he was debating really hard.

"How nice we talking?"

"Hmm maybe less the bookworm looks in a library."

"Look who talking cowboy."

"Guilty as charge."

Moxxie look down at his drink and deep in thought. "I don't have anything nice to wear- "

"Okay now you're just pulling my tail fashion designer. You gotta have something. If not, we can just change this look of yours since it still nice."

"You just said it was a bookwork look."

"Didn't say it was bad."

Moxxie head down a bit. "I kind of do have something."

"Great wear it tomorrow- "

"It's a dress."

Striker blinked and shrugged. "Hey as long you come out the house I don't care."

"Really?" Moxxie was really taken back the lack of care of the tone. He would have thought maybe Striker say something maybe rude about it. Kind of sad to think that way but Striker make others feel down. He seen and overheard it before with Striker talking down to another. Sure, deserved it but he was brutal.

The ringed imp stared at him and sighs. "Critter I'm not going to care if you're a drag star or crossdresser. That's all you. Just don't let other give you crap about it. My Ma worked with a few before in the saloon so it never bothered me."

"Okay."

"So, doll yourself up real nice."

"Go choke yourself."

Striker laughed but inside a but excited. A dress huh? Well, this will be fun. He'll make a tomorrow a good day for both of them. Still need to find that contract. Glance at Moxxie looking relaxed and content around him.

He can wait. After all he the only one who ever showed any interest and wasn't told about anyone.

Moxxie offered his bedroom or the couch. His Madre wouldn't be too please if her room was used by another expect him. Striker took the couch not being picky and went to sleep from a long trip getting here. Moxxie in his room and deep in thought.

It just you two hanging out tomorrow that's it. So, just have fun.

Yeah, he can do that. Just be himself like he usually is around that snake.

The next day was normal and the two did their own little things. Striker Moxxie with small chores and took care of the rat traps. Bombproof had a good snack. Moxxie just made them both sandwiches when lunch time hit. Talk about guns and animals. Moxxie almost forgot their plan for later. Till Striker told him what time they'll be heading out to give him tile later to 'doll up'.

"Here." Moxxie pushed a box against Striker chest on the couch.

"What this?"

"Late gift but think of it as your own corsage."

Striker snorted and decided to not correct him. He opens the box up and was taken back with the duster coat.

"You travel a lot and I bet camp out a lot. The night cold isn't fun." Moxxie explained as he watches Striker take off his jacket and tried it on. Glad his made it longer as Striker did grow in height. "So?"

"You are full of great surprises." Striker grinned and very pleased with the coat. Fits him nicely and like the style. Can already tell this will be great for nighttime trips in the cold. "I appreciate it a lot."

"Now you can stop using Bombproof for heat."

"I'm this close to not give your gift to you."

"Gift?"

Striker snorted at the surprise look and walk over to his bag. Move a few things around and pulled out a small box. "Here."

"You didn't have too do that."

"You miss my birthdays. I miss yours. Now take it."

Moxxie rolled his eyes and take the box. Open it up and see a gold star charm pendant.

"You always like space and stuff. Couldn't find a nice crescent moon. Star was the next best thing. Could use it for a necklace or put it on an outfit- "

"Thank you, Striker."

Striker blinked. Moxxie not looking at him but see a small smile slipped behind the scarf. He coughed and tipped his hat down. "It's nothing Critter."

Some hours passed and well time to get ready.

Striker took a quick shower and looked at the outfit. One of his nice ones you could say. Well nice and not destroyed or needs to be clean up. Nice and simple. It was a long sleeve wester shirt and put with his black vest over it. A pair of long dark gray pants with ripped thighs. Black cowboy boots.  Black fingerless gloves. Kept his bandana and hat on.

"Hey, Critter, I'm going to get Bombproof saddle up. Meet me outside." Striker yells as he put a pistol and his blade underneath his shirt. Hid the blade on the inside of his vest. What? Its Wrath. Decent place or not where they are going anything can happen. Which is why he pick this time before it gets too late.

"Okay!" Moxxie yelled behind the door to his room. A lot of moving around and Striker thought he heard something drop. Along with cursing.

Didn't pay too much attention about that and went to get Bombproof. Got him all set up and bring him out front the house. Recheck everything as he hears the door open. Turn his head. "Well Critter you read- "

Striker didn't finish his question and stared at Moxxie.

Moxxie was wearing knee length light blue dress that fit his form. Bell sleeves with a slit to see fingerless black gloves. A rope like brown belt around his waist with one end of the strap going down. Over the knees were leather brown leg warmer. His tail still kept the black wrapping. A black ribbon choker on the side was the star pendant Striker gave him. White hair down and see the hair in the back almost past his neck. A bit wild or flowy that was hard to tell. Bored look behind the glasses staring at him. Yet could see a slightly flushed cheeks if you look close enough.

Dammit he doom!

"Rattles?"

Striker snap out of his train of thoughts. "Wow Critter you really look great."

Moxxie pulled the sleeve a bit and walk over. "You look good too. Too bad you spend your time getting ready for me."

"Enough of that your worth it." Pat his shoulder and stared at the choker. "Besides if we passed any of your idiot classmates, they'll be so stupid for not taking you tonight."

"I will turn around and stay home."

"Alright, alright come on let's go. Um how- "

"I'm wearing shorts underneath."

"Smart. Do you want to bring your scarf?" Feels so strange to not see him without it.

"You don't mind?"

"Not mine." Sees a relieved look and watch Moxxie rushed back inside. "Bombproof I think I screwed myself."

Bombproof neighs in agreement.

Moxxie soon back with his scarf and wrapped it around his neck. Will use it like a shawl later on.

Got on Bombproof with Striker and rode off into town. It was a nice ride and Moxxie could tell that Bombproof defiantly gotten faster when they arrived in the next town. Arrive at a restaurant like bar called The Wild Nite Tavern. Put Bombproof in the stable. It was quite decent inside with that country feel. Not a big crowd but still busy either at the tables, the bar, or some people on dance floor to dance. Look a band on the stage that does performance or karaoke depending on the mood. Nice size dancing floor by the stag. The two were brought to a table that can see the stage.

"One more year and you can go to the bar."

"I have a bar at home."

"Maria has a bar at home you just help her."

"Moonshine interesting to make." What? Does have a bit of science to it.

"Agreed to that." Striker laughed and looked at the menu. Which was just the front and back. He was fine with it. "What you going to get?"

"Chocolate shake."

"Besides a drink and dessert, your chocolate menace."

"Whiskey lover. It's probably part of your blood."

"I'm not complaining. I would be the one with the blood everyone wants."

"To get a after burn."

"The prize to pay to take blood from a snake."

"Speaking about that. Tried any poisons?"

"Actually yes." Lean back and hums. "Three poisons on the list that can't kill me. But one would give me a problem depending on the amount."

"Who?" He didn't like the idea Striker was poison. Sure, when it was him, it was just different with the situation. You know trying to get killed.

"I took care of it and the guy arm broke when I found out what they tried to do. Just because I finished some work quicker compared to them. Lazy carcasses. The other was from a drink which I hate to say was my fault for taking on the job. Could have almost lost it if I didn't find the one who did it." Oh, he made that one pay. That was not fun experience and felt like such a damn fool. Yet, he learned his mistake.

"Are you okay?"

"It was six months ago and still kicking."

They place their orders down. Striker was very pleased and smug. He was able to get the grouchy pants to finally order something to eat. After that chat or just listen to certain songs played on the stage.

"You good?"

"Yeah, I'm good." His anxiety hasn't risen up. Already had his eyes everywhere on the place if he needed to escape or lay low for a bit. Only got a few weird or just very confused looks. That didn't bother him since well he used to it with his marks.

Their drinks arrived which was a Chocolate shake and Whiskey Root beer Float.

"I blame you for showing me this drink." Striker growled at the smirking Imp who just taking a long simp of his drink. Striker taking a sip of his own drink and just enjoying the taste. Enjoying his time with his Moxxie. He looked at the stage and idea form. "Hey Moxxie want to sing?"

"I'll play the violin, but I will not sing." He still trying to figure out the code that has "musical" numbers that affect this universe. He didn't understand it or the use!

"Then you owe me a song." Striker stands up.

"Huh? Wait Rattles what you are doing?"

"Going to sing Critter."

"Show off."

Striker laughed and walked to the stage. A few girls' giggles looking at him. One or two guy blush or wink.

Seriously how does he do it? Moxxie will never understand random affections or fanclubs. Well besides the things Lust try to help him learn along with Madre lessons. It just flies over his head unless he experiences it.  Even with his um past experience still weird and is oblivious to topics like this. Great he on the stage. Let see what song he'll play. Moxxie will admit he did like hearing Rattles sing. The last time been a long while and his voice is different now. Dangit they need phones invented now.

Oh, wait Codes right.

Leans back against the seat and watches him get ready. The ringed reptilian imp was given a guitar. Looks like he will be playing with the group.

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The instruments start out first.

"Cottonwood fallin' like snow in July
Sunset, riverside, 4 wheel drive
And a tail light circle"

Moxxie mouth gap slightly. Okay defiantly improved a lot and wow.

"Roll down the windows turn it on up
Pour a little Crown in a Dixie cup
Get the party, started"

Striker grinned as he sings along. The group on the dance floor giving him awed look and jealousy. Okay he like the attention a lot. He looks back at Moxxie direction who just look stunned.

"Girl you make my speakers go boom boom
Dancin' on the tailgate in the full moon
That kinda thing makes a man go mmm mmm
You're lookin' so good in what's left of those blue jeans
Drip of honey on the money make it gotta be
The best buzz I'm ever gonna find
Hey I'm a little drunk on you
And high on summertime"

Moxxie blinks.

Striker spin around as he walks on the stage as he plays the guitar.

"If you aint a ten you're a nine point nine
Tippin' n' spillin' that homemade wine"

Girls tried to touch his legs. He kick them away not amused. The girls seem to not mind but then attack the others who got hit.

Moxxie sweet dropped as he saw that, but he stayed focus listening to the music.

"On your tied up T-shirt
Every little kiss is drivin' me wild
Thrown little cherry bombs into my fire
Good God all mighty"

Striker enjoying his time as he smiles big.

"Girl you make my speakers go boom boom
Dancin' on the tailgate in a full moon
That kinda thing makes a man go mmm mmm
You're lookin' so good in what's left of those blue jeans
Drip of honey on the money make it gotta be
The best buzz I'm ever gonna find
Hey, I'm a little drunk on you
And high on summertime"

Striker getting a guitar solo. Capturing everyone attention and getting cheers around.

"Let's slip on out where it's a little bit darker
And when it gets a little bit hotter
We'll take it off all out in the water"

Moxxie cheek heated up and didn't understand why. Was it the lyrics or how his tone changes in the song?

"Girl you make my speakers go boom boom
Dancin' on the tailgate in a full moon
That kinda thing makes a man go mmm mmmm
You're lookin' so good in what's left of those blue jeans
Drip of honey on the money make it gotta be
The best buzz I'm ever gonna find
Hey I'm a little drunk on you
And high on summertime"

The instrument slowly dying down as Striker gaze at the audience. A flick of his eyes stayed at one direction.

"Yeah I'm a little drunk on you."

Everyone cheered, clap, hollered or throw random hats in the air.

Striker grinned very big and did hat sweep bow as he gives the guitar back. Able to get away from everyone smoothly as he goes to sit down with Moxxie. Great timing as their food appeared.

"Wow." Moxxie stared at Striker in amazement. "Have you thought about being a singer?"

"One or two occasions but don't want leeches breathing down my neck for content." Striker stated and smirked at Moxxie direction. "So, I'm that good huh?"

"Yes, you were great." A little jealous how he can just go up there and do a performance like that. At the end though he like what he watches and listen. "You going to make someone very happy. If you ever sing like that towards them."

Striker smile but inside screaming at the oblivious fool!

He was looking at him so many times! How! Why he promises himself to wait! Oh, right whatever little morality he has here in hell. Plus, other stuff on the side.

Took a huge gulp of his float and getting any whiskey out of it.

"Thirsty?" Moxxie tilt his head as he lifts up a burger he was about to eat.

"Yes."

Got another order to drink along with water. The two eat and talk. Striker still a little moody but slowly left. He was able to get one dance from Moxxie.

Moxxie only obliged because Striker sang up there. Other than that, he was embarrassed and felt awkward not sure what to do. Yet, Striker just lead the way. Moxxie did laughed when he picks him up to do a stupid spin with him. So, cheesy like in those shows but he like it. Only had one 'tiny' problem when a prick called Moxxie some not so nice words because he was in a dress. Moxxie didn't seem to care and ignore the jerk.

Striker may have taken him out back when he told Moxxie to order them some dessert. He was quite please to not get any blood on himself. Then went back like nothing happen.

This was a great 'non' Prom Day.

"Rattles wait there." Moxxie tells Striker as they finally rode back home. Jump off Bombproof to rush inside.

"Okay?" Striker blinks and yawns. Today, was long but he enjoyed himself. Look like Moxxie did too. He jumps off of Bombproof and pat the horse. "Well buddy he still oblivious but got some sweet compliments. Guess it's a good start."

Got a head nudge and hoof hit the ground.

Striker chuckles and start to at least loosen the saddle, reins. Glance back to see Moxxie return with a polaroid camera.

"We didn't take a picture."

"Huh right forgot."

The two snickered and move close. Striker held the camera as his arms were longer. Took it two times.

One, picture for Striker. The other one for Moxxie.

"Hey Rattles." Moxxie walks with him to the barn.

"What up?"

"Thanks." He looks up at him. "I mean it I really had a good time Striker."

Striker stared at him and lifted the hat up a bit. "It's no problem and we had a lot of fun. Too bad we couldn't rob a bank."

"Too much work."

"Fair enough."

The two chuckle and said their good nights. Moxxie going back inside the house and Striker soon followed when he finished with Bombproof. Striker went to sleep fast on the couch.

Moxxie lays on the bed and smile. He looks at the polaroid picture of the two of them with Bombproof face in the back of them. Turn it over and grab a pen.

'Prom night'. S, M, and B.

He wouldn't trade this night for anything.

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Done!

This was a good night for Prom for Moxxis/Error and enjoyed it. Striker still a little gloomy at the obliviousness but he enjoyed himself as well.

1234567aph and I look over songs. This was the pick. Don't own the song.

Oh! I did draw Moxxie out in the dress. If your curious to see go to Random Art!

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Until next time!

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