A Night To Remember

Ever since he and Caesar had been training with Lisa Lisa, she had insisted they share a room together. Something about teamwork or whatever. In any case, this had caused Joseph to be somewhat irritable. He couldn't possibly have alone time for certain things, and neither could Caesar. Luckily, for the first time in a week, Caesar had finally said he'd be gone for the entire night. Out on a date. Joseph could hardly believe he was so lucky.

After he checked to make sure the door was locked, he turned to their shared closet. It hadn't been easy finding a place Caesar wouldn't snoop, but Joseph had managed. Caesar was just short enough that there was no way he could reach the box on the top shelf of the closet. Joseph pulled this box down from the shelf and placed it on the bed.

He grinned widely as he pulled out his makeup kit and the many pairs of lacy underwear and bras he kept hidden away in here. Joseph was just glad he finally had the time alone to do his absolute favorite thing; dress up. He snickered to himself as he stripped out of his gross man clothes and into his pretty, specially ordered panties and bra. There was no way to find them so big otherwise. Joseph sat down and began to apply his make-up, most of which he had snitched from grandma Erina over a long period of time, and some of which he had bought for himself under the guise of a boyfriend buying makeup for his girlfriend.

As he finally slipped on his favorite pink and purple dress, he breathed a sigh of relief. No other time did he feel quite so pretty as this. He had needed a night alone to himself to feel pretty. He would paint his fingernails and toenails tonight and then remove it before he went to bed. It was too bad that he and Caesar were sharing a room, or else he could at least keep the polish on his toes.

With a content sigh he sat down at the table to start painting his toenails his favorite bright pink.

Caesar knocked on the door. "Joseph, you in?" he called. "I, uh, forgot something."

Joseph felt his blood run cold. No. Nono. Caesar had said he'd be gone all night. He had been long enough, what the hell could he possibly have forgotten that was so important he'd come back for it now?

"Uh, uh, one sec!" he shouted as he scrambled to get dressed. He didn't bother taking his panties or bra off, he just shoved a short and pants on really quickly. He toweled off his face, but not all of his make-up came off so easily. He got off as much as he could before giving up. He quickly checked over himself after he shoved the box back onto the shelf and made sure he was presentable. He unlocked the door and hurried to the bed, shoving his nose into the nearest book and hoping Caesar didn't look too closely at his face.

Caesar opened the door with a smile, shopping bags in hand.

"Surprise! Did you think I'd leave you alone all night?" He set the bag of food down on the table. "You're my date tonight."

Joseph could hardly believe it. The first night he had had to himself in an entire week and now Caesar was telling him he wasn't going to be alone? He almost ripped the book in his hands in two.

"Uh, you're kidding, right?" he asked hopefully. "I mean, I was kind of, uh, looking forward to having the room to myself, you know..."

Joseph watched as Caesar set the bag on the table and realized that in his haste, he had forgotten to put away his bright pink nail polish. He slammed his book on the bedside table and jumped to his feet, hurrying over to the table. He could feel his lacy undergarments against his skin, which only served to make him even more awkward.

"H-here, let me help you!" he announced, hoping to grab his nail polish as he helped Caesar. Maybe he could sneak off the bathroom and wash off the remaining makeup as well..

Caesar squinted at him as he pulled a baguette from the bag. "...Are you wearing...makeup?" he asked, frowning. "There's something off about your face."

Joseph laughed loudly as he snatched the nail polish from the table and shoved it into the pocket of his jeans.

"Wh-what? No," he insisted. "Why the hell would I be wearing makeup?" He took a few steps back from the table just to be safe. "God, Caesar, maybe you've just been around too many women lately, expecting me to be wearing makeup...I mean, really, where would I even get it from?"

"You could've bought it," he teased, pulling more food from the bag. "I buy lingerie all the time--it's not so difficult for a man."

"Y-yeah, but I mean, that's stupid, there's like no reason for me to," he insisted, inching towards the closet bathroom. "Uh, be right back!" he announced before he disappeared into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

He shoved the nail polish into the very back of his designated drawer in the bathroom. Then, he washed his face off better than before. Still, he could see the faint outlines of the eyeliner and the lipstick. Why had he worn such deep red lipstick? He should've worn the light pink...

He still couldn't remove his bra and panties, which were causing him the most discomfort now. He sighed heavily and excited the bathroom.

"So, uh, what's for dinner?" he asked, hoping to steer the conversation away from his makeup.

"I brought us salami and bread and salad and wine," he said. "Perfect for two friends to have a chat over. Come, sit close to me. This is a 'date,' after all." He chuckled and at a piece of salami.

Joseph sat down next to Caesar, although he didn't sit close at all. In fact, he sat across the table from him.

"So, uh, why are we having this 'date', anyway?" he asked suspiciously. "I thought you had a real date?"

"This was my date," he replied, grinning devilishly. "I wanted to surprise you."

Joseph furrowed his eyebrows.

"Okay, but I don't get it, why would you waste an opportunity to be with a chick?" he asked suspiciously.

"I wouldn't, but there was no chick--you're my chick for the evening. I wanted to plan a dinner between two overworked friends." He reach over and patted Joseph on the shoulder. "I knew you wouldn't have plans--as if you could bring home a woman."

Joseph felt a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. Caesar was touching his bra strap. He hoped he wouldn't notice.

"H-hey! Maybe I did have plans, maybe you ruined them," he teased, hoping to scoot away from Caesar.

"Are you warm? You look sweaty," he said, frowning. "You can take off your shirt--we're both men."

"No!" he shouted suddenly. "I, uh, I mean...I feel fine," he replied with a nervous smile. "So, anyway, let's eat! I'm starving!" he said, reaching for food.

He grinned. "I'm glad--I'd hate to see this go to waste. I can always count on you to have a hearty appetite, JoJo.

"So--interested in any ladies lately?"

"Ladies?" he asked, his mouth full of salami and bread. "Uh, I dunno, I mean Lisa Lisa is smokin' hot like always, but, y'know, Suzie Q isn't bad either."

He grinned widely at Caesar. "You?"

"There's one person I've grown to like, but I don't know if they're interested," he said evasively. "Regardless, I told you to stop thinking about Lisa Lisa like that. I will cut you."

Joseph laughed, eating more cheese.

"You can't stop me from thinking about Lisa Lisa, she's bangin' hot," he replied with a guffaw. "Oh, come on, Caesar, I thought you were supposed to be this big ol' ladies man, what's the matter? Some chick not interested?" he gasped. "Oh my god, it's totally Lisa Lisa! You just want to keep her all for yourself, that's why you keep telling me to leave her alone."

"It's not Lisa Lisa!" he screamed, standing up abruptly. "JoJo, if--if you talk about LisaLisa that way again, I will shank you!"

Joseph grinned even wider. "Oh, so it is Lisa Lisa!" he insisted. "I should've known, no way she's interested in either of us. Besides, why do you wanna be with her? I bet she's into all sorts of kinky shit in bed. Like dominatrix shit."

Caesar pulled a small knife out of his boot. "JoJo, I'm serious! I don't want to do this, but if you insult Lisa Lisa's honor again...I honor her as my own mother, and to an Italian family is everything!"

"Whoa, whoa!" he held up his hands in surrender. "The hell is your problem? I was just kidding! Geez, so it's not Lisa Lisa, who is it then?" he pressed.