Mpreg Central

"I saw him walk away. We can just keep each other company for a while. C'mon, I won't bite." The man said, smiling warmly.

"Ok."

"So, you're a tourist, eh? How're you liking it here?"

"It's been fine, we only got here yesterday."

"Glad to hear that. You know, there's something about this city that just makes you feels alive. I think it's the architecture myself. Where are you from, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Northern Wisconsin."

"Wisconsin, eh? And here I thought cuties were grown in Florida." He chuckled.

"Well they are citrus so I don't see why they wouldn't be grown in Florida."

"Most cuties are grown in Florida. Except for one funny one, it seems."

JEremy blinked. "Oh. Oooh," he said finally making the connection.

The blonde man laughed. "I'm guessing your friend made you come here, eh? I don't blame you, I never used to be comfortable in places like this either."

"I uh actually picked it. I just picked a random bar, really."

"If you say so. So, how about you and I sing some karaoke?" The man asked.

"No, I'm fine here. I really shouldn't move, I don't want to lose my friend."

"The stage is right over there, he'll be able to see you. But, I understand. How about you meet me over there when you're ready?" The man stood up from his seat, gave Jeremy a wink, and walked away. Trian passed him by as he did, and took his seat back at the bar. "So, make any friends?" The alien asked, seeming none too happy.

"I guess," Trian said, sipping his drink.

"He's cute, I guess." Trian said simply.

"I never said he was cute," Jeremy said.

"No, you didn't. I'm just observing."

"What are you jealous or something?"