Chapter Seventy-One: BahLoon

Chapter 71

BahLoon

Deimos sat at the island reading the newspaper and drinking hazelnut roast coffee. Lazaros came in with a big smile and joined his fraternal twin brother with a smile.

Lazaros: “Congratulations on your band debut! I am so proud of my slightly older brother having his dream come true.”

Deimos flicked his glare on Lazaros. 

Deimos: “What do you want?”

He muttered. 

Lazaros: “I just wanted to congratulate you, Deimos. I really am proud of you.”

He smiled warmly. Deimos looked away dubiously.

Deimos: “...Thanks.”

Lazaros bowed his head. 

Lazaros: “I would have come to you sooner but I didn’t want to watch the segment with Ashley. I don’t want to upset them.”

He declared and said it in a low voice. 

Deimos: “They’re over Makayla. It’s Makayla who is not really over them.”

He shrugged.

Lazaros: “I don’t want to risk that.”

~

Deimos and Lazaros stepped out on the front lawn to see the moving van. They looked across the street to see Ashley working on Lazaros’ garden. 

Lazaros: “What is the moving van for?”

Deimos hooked his thumbs into his jeans pockets. 

Deimos: “Makayla found a place. She made some new friends from her workplace, Cherry Rock.”

He replied.

Deimos: “Besides seeing her might upset Ashley and they might not eat. We can’t have that, can we?”

He asked bitterly. Lazaros gaped at Deimos. 

Lazaros: “I am glad you’re being so thoughtful of Ashley to suggest she get out of here.”

He put his hand on his brother’s shoulder. Deimos glared at him. 

Lazaros: “Just when I thought you didn’t care, you knock me for a loop!”

He beamed. Deimos narrowed his eyes at Lazaros. 

Lazaros waved at Ashley, marveling at their garden decorating. Ashley looked up from their painting and smiled and waved at Lazaros. They had painted signs to label veggies in the garden with cute and colourful designs, and they had placed ceramic mushrooms and cats across the garden. They had also hung fairy lights on the wall and around the tree and painted a sign that said, “Cute kitties live here.” 

Lazaros: “This is fantastic, Ashley! Now my house has more of you in it!”

He spread his arms out. Ashley smiled at him and wrapped their arms around him in a hug. Lazaros hugged them back. 

Ashley: “Hehe, well, this is like my other home!”

They declared. 

Lazaros: “My place will always be your other home!”

He clasped his hands together. Ashley’s cerulean eyes sparkled.

Ashley: “Aww, that’s so sweet, Lazaros! I feel right at home with you!”

They wrapped their arms around him and nestled in his chest. Lazaros put his arms around them and caressed their hair. 

Lazaros: “I’m glad to hear that…”

He whispered. Ashley shivered to his touch, gazing up at him with stars in their eyes. Lazaros gazed back. 

Ashley’s expression soured when they saw Makayla across the street. To their surprise, they saw her loading things into her car and the moving van. They were too caught up in their decorating to notice.

Ashley: “Oh, uh, Makayla is moving, huh?”

They asked. Lazaros raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips. He nodded.

Lazaros: “Deimos suggested she move to make it easier on you and me.”

He cupped their face. Ashley tilted their head owlishly.

Deimos interjected with his tuxedo kitten, Leo in his arms. 

Deimos: “I did no such thing. She wanted to move and I encouraged her.”

He said sharply and then sighed.

Deimos: “She’s not over Ashley… or seeing you with them. She is making new friends at her workplace, Cherry Rock, and I think the move away from the two of you would be best, especially since you two are getting so close.”

He explained. Ashley blushed and smiled at Lazaros when he said they were getting so close.

Lazaros: “So yes, Deimos confirmed he suggested it because he cares about our wellbeing!”

He beamed. Deimos rolled his eyes. 

Ashley: “Oh, uh, well, good for her.”

They smiled.

Ashley: “Congrats on your video! That’s so cool that you’re a rockstar now, Deimos! A real rockstar, not a jerk rockstar like Jaxon or a fake rockstar like Maxx!”

They smiled at Deimos. Deimos glared at Lazaros.

Deimos: “I am glad it didn’t upset you. We wouldn’t want that, would we?”

He said sharply to Lazaros, who winced. Ashley quirked an eyebrow at Lazaros.

Deimos: “Thanks, Ashley. Your support means a lot to me.”

He nodded. 

Ashley: “Huh? Why would I be upset? You’re Lazaros’ brother and my friend! I’m happy for you! And if Makayla is happy, that means she won’t be bothering me anymore!”

They smiled. 

Deimos: “You’re absolutely right. Who would have put the thought in my head?”

He snarled at Lazaros. 

Lazaros put his arm around Ashley. Ashley shivered to his touch. 

Lazaros: “Hey, Ashley, are Deimos’ pumpkin jams ready?”

He asked them. 

Ashley: “OH! Yes! I’ll get them!”

They beamed and rushed into the kitchen to get them for him. They came back out with Pumpkin jams with a cutesy pumpkin cat on them. 

Ashley: “Here you go! You can celebrate being a rockstar with some pumpkin jam on toast now!”

They beamed. Deimos took them and nodded. 

Deimos: “Thank you, Ashley. I guess we’re going to be neighbors before you know it.”

He said as he took the jars and went back to his house. Lazaros watched him go and what Deimos said echoed in his head. Ashley gasped, and their eyes were aglitter.

Ashley: “I hope so!”

They winked at Lazaros. Lazaros just smiled and blushed. 

~

Jaxon was roaming in a traditional Japanese mansion. It was his old home back in Shin-Yamato. He wore a burgundy kimono, light burgundy hakama pants, and a black haori. He slid the door open to see Celeste seated in the tatami room. She wore a dark purple kimono with a cherry blossom pattern, a light purple obi tied in a large bow in the back, and her hair was up in a bun with chopsticks. 

He knelt to her, focusing on her tiny bare feet, her large boobs, and all of her. He kissed her, ran his fingers through her hair and undid her hair so it fell naturally framing her figure. He slid her kimono off her shoulders, untied her obi and laid her on the floor. He quickly got undressed and pressed his sculpted masculine chest against her soft boobies. He kissed her brown tips and spread her legs ready to enter her. 

Suddenly, Jaxon was awoken to Mickey landing on his chest. Jaxon was in his bedroom, lying in his bed naked with morning wood. 

Jaxon: “Noooo! It was all a dream! Take me back!”

He whined. Noah came in and opened the curtains. 

Noah: “Breakfast is ready, sir.”

He smiled at him. 

Jaxon: “It’s about time.”

He rolled out of bed, took his red and black silk robe with a dragon on the back, threw it over himself, and tied the sash. He and Noah then went downstairs. 

They entered the kitchen where Jaxon sat at the island next to Percy, who was in a silk robe and had his glasses on as he read the paper. 

Percy: “Morning, sexy. You were moaning in your sleep. Is Noah going to have to clean up a mess?”

He leaned on his arm and winked at him. Jaxon’s eyes widened.

Jaxon: “All right, you caught me pink-palmed! Yeah, I was dreaming of my Green Queen…”

He sighed. Percy chuckled.

Noah placed a tray with tamagoyaki and miso soup with rice for Jaxon. Next to the breakfast was today’s tabloid, which had a picture of Jaxon and Nariko at the old Varg the Viking amusement park. They were in the roller coaster with the big Viking head and big feet that took up five carriages. Despite it being a roller coaster for kids, Nariko acted as if it was the thrill ride of her life. Jaxon’s heart sank.

Jaxon: “WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO ME?!”

He screamed. 

Underneath the tabloid was a picture of Fabien talking to the old owner of the amusement park, who was an elderly white man. 

Percy: “Looks like Fabien has been busy collecting photos of you.”

He snorted. 

Jaxon: “Why is he so obsessed with me?!”

He hissed.

Jaxon: “He wants to fuck me and not that bogan oaf, DUH!”

He huffed bitterly. 

Percy: “What are you going to do about it, Jackie-boy?”

He purred. 

Jaxon: “I’m going to make him PAY! I want you to torture him!”

He seethed. Percy clasped his hands and his ruby eyes glittered. 

Percy: “I never thought you’d ask!”

~

Later that day, Jaxon was driving through downtown Pink Top City and saw Celeste come out of Art Kart with shopping bags. She wore a leather bustier with studs, a leopard print skirt, knee high tights, a leather jacket with fringe, and black ankle strap boots. He zoomed right up to her, calling out to her.

Jaxon: “CELESTE!”

Celeste: “Oh, hey!”

She waved at him. 

Jaxon: “Come in. I got an opportunity of a lifetime for you!”

He purred. She sauntered over and bent over exposing her cleavage to him in the window. 

Celeste: “Buy a lady some lunch and I’ll listen.”

She smirked. Jaxon’s eyes were glued to her breasts.

Jaxon: “Deal!”

He said quickly, gesturing for her to get in. She got in with her purchases. 

Celeste: “There’s a nice place on the boardwalk called The Chicken Shack! Sometimes I take Tristan there for lunch.”

She smirked. 

Jaxon: “Yeah, okay, that will do.”

He flashed her a smile. He didn’t care about the lunch, but the proposition. She flashed her razor sharp teeth at him. He got a waft of her perfume as she got comfortable. 

Jaxon: “Damn, baby, those are some sharp teeth!”

He laughed. 

Celeste: “Thank you! I don’t bite… much.”

She winked. 

~

They sat outside on the picnic table at the boardwalk. Celeste got a cigarette from her purse and her lighter. She lit it up and inhaled a long drag. Jaxon grinned at her.

Jaxon: “Brace yourself for what I’m about to say! It will knock your socks off!”

He exclaimed. 

Celeste: “Shoot.”

Jaxon: “How would YOU like to star in your OWN music video… about YOU?”

He purred with excitement. She blinked. 

Celeste: “I just did a music video for Deimos and Makayla’s band.”

She said slowly. 

Jaxon: “So? This would be your own music video about you!”

He scoffed. 

Celeste: “I did it as a favor for a friend.”

She leaned over, sliding her hand to his. Jaxon’s eyes widened.

Celeste: “Why would I do a favor to someone who ripped my robe off me and threw my cake pops on the ground?”

She asked softly as she took his hand and traced her fingernail over the palm. Jaxon had the weirdest boner right now.

Jaxon: “W-Well… see it as me making up for that! Wh-Who wouldn’t want a song and music video about them?!”

He chuckled. 

Celeste: “Some girls might. I like other things.”

She said slowly. Celeste traced her fingernails over his palms and down his arm. 

Jaxon: “Ohh, like what, huh?”

He shivered to her touch. 

She rose and sat next to him, running her nails on his neck. Jaxon shivered and giggled to her touch.

Celeste: “An apology for how shitty you’ve been.”

She gazed up at him with her violet eyes. 

Celeste: “Did I deserve you to rip my robe off me, toss it over your balcony and to throw my cake pops on the ground? Have I been that terrible?”

She said softly to him. 

Jaxon “O-Oho… I’ve been a baaaad boy and I need punishment!”

He taunted her with a wide smirk. She flicked her gaze down to his boner and him. 

Celeste: “I don’t wanna music video about me, Jaxon. I liked it better when you were real with me.”

She smiled. 

Jaxon: “WHAT?! How could you NOT want a music video about you?!”

He gaped at her. 

Celeste: “ ‘cause! I’m not an egotist!”

She pouted. 

Jaxon: “B-But you’re THE GREEN QUEEN!”

He whined. Celeste twisted her mouth. 

Jaxon: “The one and only! No one else can live up to the REAL Green Queen!”

He sulked into his hands. Celeste sighed and patted his back. She saw an ad on a pole for “Peach Rain”, which was a love hotel. He doesn’t have a condo anymore, so I guess this will do, she thought. 

Celeste: “Let’s talk somewhere private.” 

Jaxon’s eyes lit up.

Jaxon: “Really?! Okay, let’s ‘talk.’ ”

He purred. 

He led her to his car. Gabriel and Oscar watched them from a distance. Gabriel had a smirk on his face. He raised his walkie-talkie to his face. 

Gabriel: “They took the bait, Mistress.”

Tristan got out of the courthouse and yawned. He wore a black Italian-cut suit, light purple pressed shirt, dark purple tie, black wingtip Oxfords, and a long black trench coat. He paused when he saw Celeste get in Jaxon’s car. Where is he taking her now? I have to stop this, he thought. 

~

Peach Rain was a love hotel in Little Tokyo. It was a six-story white building with a few windows.  On the summit of the building was “Peach Rain” lit up in neon orange and green lights. There was a pole outside the building on the side of the road with “桃雨” going down vertically in pink and yellow neon lights.

Celeste and Jaxon checked into a red suite. There were red neon stripes on the trim of the walls and floors, a platform with a pole for dancing, a heart-shaped jacuzzi, a mini bar, and a queen size circular platform bed. Celeste set her purse on the table and sat on the bed. 

Celeste: “Talk to me, Jaxon. Are you happy?”

She asked and removed ankle strap boots revealing her tiny feet in the sheer knee high tights.

Jaxon: “I am now.”

He teased, grabbing her foot. She chuckled and fanned her toes. She pulled her foot away and ran her fingernails over his neck. Jaxon shivered to her touch.

Celeste: “I meant generally… You lost your condo and almost everything. How are you feeling?”

She asked as she trailed her nails over his neck.

Jaxon: “Wh-What? I don’t want wanna talk about THAT. I want to talk about YOU!”

He shivered and squirmed in her grip like a helpless mouse.

Celeste: “What do you want to know about me?”

She asked as she started to trace the palm of his hand with her nails. Jaxon squirmed to her touch.

Jaxon: “...Your cup size for one!”

He shivered and snickered. 

Celeste: “34DD.”

She replied and trailed her nails down his chest to his torso. 

Jaxon: “HOT!”

He purred and shivered to her nails.

Jaxon: “It’s about time you stopped playing hard to get.”

He smiled at her. Celeste smiled back. 

Celeste: “But I am having fun!”

She glanced down at his boner. She grinned and tickled his neck. Jaxon snickered and shifted on the bed.

Jaxon: “Ohh, come on, you can have more fun than that!”

He taunted her.

Celeste: “Are you ticklish?”

She grinned at him. 

Jaxon: “Would it get you horny if I am?”

He grinned at her. She wagged her forefinger in his face. 

Celeste: “Ah-ah, it’s a yes or no question!”

She tickled his tummy. 

Jaxon: “HAHAHAHA! ahahahahhaha h YES! Hahahahahahahaaha!”

He shrieked at her. 

She bit her bottom lip and straddled over his ankles. She slipped off his boots and socks, and scrunched her nose at the smell. She then scribbled her nails all over his soles. 

Celeste: “Paying you back for what you did to me at PinkFaire.”

She smirked. 

Jaxon: “NOHOHOHO AHAHAHA NOOOOOOO! HAHAHahhe!”

He struggled against her strong grip. She vigorously tickled his soles all over and laughed. 

Jaxon: “HAHAHAH ahahahahahahhaha HAAHAHAHAHAHAH!”

He grunted and laughed, wishing she’d stroke his dick or something. 

Celeste: “Mmmm…”

She licked her lips and tickled his toes and the tops of his feet, enjoying tormenting him. She kept her eye on his hardness and kept tickling his feet. 

Jaxon: “Hahahahahahah ahahahahaha ha HAHAHAHAAHAH HAA HA HA AHA HAHAH!”

He wailed and rolled around, kicking, as she tickled his feet. 

She laughed and stopped tickling him. She grinned and rested her hands on his panting chest. Jaxon glanced down at her on his chest.

Jaxon: “W-Why?! Why?!”

He panted between short breaths. 

Celeste: “Because it’s fun… and this is what I wanted.”

She poked his nose with each syllable. Jaxon flinched.

Celeste: “...Since you didn’t want to discuss how you’ve been feeling since you lost everything and have to live with Percy.”

She inhaled sharply. 

Jaxon: “What’s it to you anyway?! Aren’t you with Tristan’s dad now?!”

He pouted bitterly. 

Celeste: “Well, no, not really? It’s not official. He thinks he should avoid relationships for a while after his fallout with Ivy and having awoken from a coma after his wife tried to kill him. I mean, I love having fun with him but nothing is official.”

She answered and drew a long breath. Jaxon’s face lit up with a huge grin. Ah, so I’m still in the game, then? He thought.

Celeste: “So… answer my question.”

She commanded. 

Jaxon: “What’s that?”

He pressed her. 

Celeste: “How do you feel after you lost your condo and have to live with Percy now?”

She asked again. Jaxon paused.

Jaxon: “If I tell you, will you make out with me?”

He pressed her. She thought about it for a moment and nodded. 

Celeste: “Sure.”

Jaxon’s eyes lit up.

Jaxon: “Hot dang!”

He drooled.

Jaxon: “Who wouldn’t feel shitty about losing their house on top of the world?!”

He stated. 

Celeste: “And living with Percy?”

She gazed into his eyes. 

Jaxon: “I didn't like it at first, but it's… okay.”

He said with strain. 

Jaxon: “I'd rather live with you!”

He purred at her.

Celeste: “But I live with Tristan and Deimos! Deimos would be furious!”

She chuckled. Jaxon twisted his mouth when she mentioned Deimos. 

Suddenly the door opened and Tristan entered. He hastily closed the door behind him. Celeste raised her eyebrows. 

Celeste: “Tristan!”

She rushed up to him and hugged him. 

Tristan: “What are you doing here, Celeste?!”

He gently chided her. Jaxon quirked an eyebrow at him.

Tristan: “It’s a good thing I saw you… and it wasn’t Deimos who did.”

He petted her head. 

Tristan examined the room. 

Jaxon: “Care to join us for a threesome,  handsome?”

He stroked the bed beside him. Before Tristan could answer him, Celeste grabbed Tristan’s coat and yanked him onto the bed. 

Tristan: “Ooph!”

He sat up, shrugged out of his trenchcoat, and dusted himself off. Jaxon’s eyebrows rose.

Jaxon: “That's what I'm talking about!”

Tristan: “So, Jaxon, I noticed you’re getting quite a bit of tabloid coverage, having your past thrown up in your face. You just lost your… tower, and you have to live with someone like Percy. I’d still like to study you.”

He flashed him a smile and crossed his legs. 

Jaxon: “Shove off! Don’t rub it in my face, and stop patronizing me!”

He fired back at him. Tristan just smiled and cupped his mouth as he bore his gaze on him. 

Tristan: “On the contrary, Jaxon, I am doing no such thing. I just find your reactions to all of it… interesting. I want to pick your brains and understand you more. Why are you like this?”

He said gently. 

Jaxon: “Why?!”

Tristan cleared his throat. 

Tristan: “Nariko’s father, Nobuyuki Nakamura, is a powerful politician and if you wedded his beloved daughter, it would move your father, Hiroto, ahead in his political party. It would reflect greatly on him and he is a man who values his reputation very much, so it makes sense he would expect you to do whatever your former fiancée wanted.”

He explained. 

Jaxon: “What of it? Would everyone stop bringing this up? It’s history! Get with the times!”

He replied sharply. 

Tristan: “Because you refuse to face your traumas, Jaxon. You drink your issues away. Until you make peace with the past, people will always bring them up because they know how much this affects you.”

He said firmly but gently.

Tristan: “I’m assuming he couldn’t marry your older brother, Ichiro, to Nariko because he was busy with his studies.”

He leaned ahead.

Jaxon: “Ichiro?! How the fuck do you know that?! Have you been stalking me?!”

He huffed. Tristan drew a long breath. He withdrew his gold cigarette case, took a cigarette out, and lit one up. 

Tristan: “When you ripped Celeste’s robe off her and were hostile to my papa, I said I could find anything about you. Did you think I was lying?”

He chuckled and inhaled a long drag. 

Jaxon: “Oh, this is what this is about, huh? Your crybaby father?”

He huffed. Tristan leaned forward, narrowing his eyes on him. 

Tristan: “Word of advice: if someone holds the power over you, don’t anger them.”

He said, pointing his finger at him, indicating not to push him. Celeste stroked his hair. Tristan relaxed his expression.

Tristan: “But no…, this isn’t about that.”

He admitted. 

Tristan: “I’ve already damaged you enough and I am not going to beat on a dead horse. I made peace with that. I just like studying my guinea pig.”

He smirked. 

Jaxon: “I’m NOT a fucking guinea pig!”

He snapped at him. 

Tristan surveyed him for a moment and smirked. This social experiment is fascinating, he thought. If I were a psychiatrist, I would write a thesis on him, he thought. No, what’s stopping me? I’m doing this, he thought. 

Tristan: “So Jaxon, threesome, you say?”

He chuckled a bit. Jaxon perked up.

Jaxon: “Finally! It’s about time you stopped playing coy with me!”

He grinned. Just as I suspected, Tristan thought. 

Tristan: “Why do you have Celeste up here?”

He nodded to Celeste. 

Jaxon: “For some hot action, why else?!”

He laughed. 

Celeste: “And not discussing that video?”

Tristan: “Video?”

He raised an eyebrow. 

Jaxon: “That’s Steel Axe confidentially!”

Celeste: “He wants me to dance for a video of his and I don’t wanna.”

She pouted. 

Jaxon: “WHAT?! What do you mean you don’t wanna?!”

He whined. 

Celeste: “I just don’t want to! I don’t need a better reason other than I don’t want to!”

She snapped. 

Jaxon: “BUT the song is about YOU!”

He pleaded with her.

Celeste: “I don’t care! That makes me wanna do it less! You didn’t ask me what I wanted! You just thrust this on me and demanded I do it!”

She hissed at him. 

Jaxon: “B-But you tickled me! I thought we had a deal!”

He whined. 

Celeste: “I said I would listen to you if you bought me lunch! I didn’t say I would agree to do anything!” 

She snapped at him. Tristan just observed them, finding this interesting. 

Celeste: “Do you want to date me, Jaxon?”

She finally asked. 

Jaxon: “Who wouldn’t?!”

He licked his lips. Celeste looked unimpressed. 

Celeste: “You’re gonna give up your casanova life for me, huh?”

She folded her arms across her chest. 

Jaxon: “Uhm, what?”

He laughed.

Jaxon: “Okay, fine! Only if you give up that old man!”

He relented. Tristan hung his head and shook it. 

Celeste: “Yeah, right, Jaxon. You’re not gonna give that life up and I don’t want to give up mine. And I am NOT dancing for your video!”

She shook her forefinger at him. 

Jaxon slunk in his seat. 

Jaxon: “What would sweeten the deal for you?!”

He pleaded as a final desperate plea. Celeste slid her feet into her boots and buckled them in. 

Celeste: “Nothing, ‘cause I don’t wanna do it.”

She grabbed her purse. 

Celeste: “Drive me home, Tristan. I don’t wanna be here anymore.”

Tristan: “Jaxon, you can’t force her to do something she doesn’t want to.”

He drew a long breath. Jaxon huffed defeatedly, flopping onto the bed. 

Jaxon: “Fine… your loss. Call me if you change your mind!”

He sighed and sat up, putting his socks and boots back on.

Tristan: “Best of luck in your endeavors.”

He opened the door for Celeste and saw a big yellow face fill the doorway opening. It had droopy eyes, a large nose, and a toothy grin. Tristan and Celeste stood back. 

Tristan: “...Is this yours?”

He asked Jaxon. It made a guttural sound and slid into the room. It was a giant balloon with a tiny red top hat, bow tie, and saddle shoes. 

Jaxon: “What the fuck is THAT?!”

He gaped at the monster. 

Balloon Monster: “I am BahLoon! Oh my, isn’t it a balloontiful day today?! I will BLOW you away! HAHAHAHAHA!”

Tristan surveyed the balloon monster. What is this? He wondered. Dougal’s doing? He mused. 

Jaxon: “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

He gaped at it and laughed in a state of shock. BahLoon turned to Jaxon and smiled. 

BahLoon: “Aren’t you handsome?! Let’s take things to a balloon-er level!”

He flew to Jaxon, slamming him against the bed, pressing his rubber body against Jaxon’s face. He wrapped his arms around him, hugging him and pushing his face harder against him, suffocating him. 

Jaxon: “NOOOOO! Get this thing off ME!”

He rasped and wheezed. 

Celeste ran to Jaxon. 

Celeste: “JAXON!”

She grabbed the balloon trying to pry it off him. 

BahLoon: “I am suuuuuure getting a boner-loon from you, sexy!”

He chuckled. Jaxon groaned and wheezed. Tristan rushed at them and helped Celeste try to pry it off him. Celeste dug her nails into the balloon’s body to pop it but her nails wouldn’t pierce through the rubber. Jaxon gagged and wheezed, choking on it. Celeste sank her sharp teeth into it. Balloon yelled, releasing Jaxon and deflated, slapping against the wall and falling to the floor. Tristan panted and glanced at the deflated balloon and Jaxon. 

Celeste knelt to him. 

Celeste: “Are you okay, Jaxon?”

Jaxon wheezed, catching his breath.

Jaxon: “Fuck no!”

He rasped between short breaths. She rested his head on her lap. Jaxon felt himself harden.

Tristan: “...What was that?”

He asked quickly. 

Jaxon: “I have NO idea!”

BahLoon slowly inflated himself. Tristan cupped his mouth in horror. Celeste raised her head and grimaced. 

BahLoon: “Balloon-tastic news! I’m here!”

He turned to Tristan and the yellow balloon turned red. 

BahLoon: “Va-va-voom! Who is this sexy fella?! YOU make my heart BALLOOOOON!” 

He slammed into him, hugging him close and pressing his face against the rubber. Tristan gnashed his teeth as the pressure from his body was smothering him. 

Celeste: “TRISTAN!”

She cried and jumped on the balloon, digging her nails in and biting down on it. BahLoon cupped Tristan’s ass and pressed him harder against him. Tristan started turning blue as he struggled to breathe. 

BahLoon: “I am not balloon to that kind of pressure!”

He growled and released Tristan. Throwing Celeste into the wall, where she crashed into the mural. Tristan gasped and wheezed. Jaxon gasped and rushed over to her. 

BahLoon: “Oh, let’s have a balloon of a time with you! Come here, sexy!”

He flew to Jaxon. Before he could smother him, Celeste was on top of Jaxon protecting him. Jaxon’s heart pounded and he felt a throbbing in his pants as she was on top of him.

Jaxon: “Damn, that’s hot!”

He remarked. 

BahLoon pressed his enormous rubber body on her face. She moaned as she started to lose consciousness. 

Jaxon: “Fuck off!”

He pulled off his sword earring, stabbing at the rubber balloon monster. BahLoon’s eyes grew large as he heard a hissing sound and looked to see himself deflating. Jaxon was just as shocked when it worked. Tristan froze when he saw that little earring was effective. He had a plan. What if several objects like those pierced it? He wondered.  

Tristan: “DOWN!”

He shot over several tiny icicles at Bahloon, shooting through him and piercing him all over. The balloon exploded with a mighty pop, glitter splattering everywhere like disco blood. Glitter was on their clothes, faces,  and some in their noses, and mouths. 

Tristan removed his glasses to shake the glitter off. Celeste coughed up glitter. She panted and tried to catch her breath. Jaxon winced and gagged on the glitter.

Jaxon: “That’s harder than Percy’s cocaine!”

Celeste looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. 

Celeste: “You do coke?”

Jaxon: “Of course!”

He said matter-of-factly.

Tristan: “Is everyone okay?”

He asked breathlessly as he cleaned his glasses. 

Celeste: “Yeah, but I’m full of fuckin’ glitter.”

She rose to her feet. 

Jaxon: “Like a sexy disco ball.”

He chuckled. 

The door creaked open and Robin stepped through, glaring at the sight. Tristan and Celeste both glared at her. 

Jaxon: “Hey! I know you!”

Robin: “Tristan, this was Darrel’s doing. I never ordered… this.”

She fielded scathingly. 

Tristan: “No, but it wouldn’t surprise me if you set the trap for Jaxon and Celeste to come here.”

He said dryly. 

Robin: “Tristan, why can’t you see we belong together? Why do you associate yourself with her and Percy’s braindead lemming? You’re superior to them!”

She scoffed. Tristan stepped forward. 

Tristan: “Because Celeste is my good friend and Jaxon is my pet guinea pig.”

He flared hotly. Robin sneered at him.

Robin: “...Guinea pig?”

Tristan nodded. 

Tristan: “Yes, he fascinates me.”

He chuckled. 

Jaxon: “I’M NOT A GUINEA PIG!”

He bellowed.

Robin: “You don’t need to study Percy’s braindead lemmings, Tristan. You’re above that. If you leave that behind and your loser slacker rockstar boyfriend, we could rule this city together and be unstoppable!” 

She planted her hands on her hips. Tristan clicked his tongue. Celeste glared at her. 

Tristan: “I don’t think so. I never wanted you and never will. Sending balloon monsters who make terrible balloon puns while suffocating us is not going to change my mind.”

He said wryly. 

Robin: “That wasn’t my doing, Tristan… Darrel’s depraved mind thought of it and I instructed the monster to not attack you, but whatever. I’ll be back and this isn’t over!”

She snapped and stormed off. 

Tristan: “...It never really was.”

He said dryly.