This was written originally before and in sequence with Something Borrowed Something Blue....

If you have read Little Sai Peep, then you know what Sai is wearing.  If you haven't read Something Borrowed, Something Blue I guess this fic will still make sense.  It is really stupid and silly by the way, Mia stuffing the boyz in drag and exposing them to club life really can't be anything else.   This was back when I was really hung up with Ronin in Drag.  Which I still find very appealing but I seem write about other things nowadays.... Anywayz, I was looking through some of my old stuff and I came across this fic and one scene in it forced me to drag it out of the Old Useless Fic Vault.  The scene was the "urinal scene" which you will read shortly...-Mink-

 Something Borrowed, Something Blue: The Prequel

    "But Rowan!," Mia sighed, "..Sai said he'd only do it if you did!"

    Rowan lay back on the bed, his legs sprawled immodestly apart for such a short dress. "Alright, alright! I can use this as a kind of experiment. Who parties better..the fairer sex or the stronger one."

    Mia smiled, the phone already in her hand. "Great! I'll tell him I’ll be right over."

v                             v                            v

    Mia wrapped the curling iron with Sai's auburn hair, careful not to touch his face with it. "Keep still Sai! I don't want to burn your face."

    Sai looked up at her in the mirror, his eyes widening a bit, his hands slowly returning to his lap. It didn't last very long however, his eye catching a small spray bottle by her makeup case. He picked it up, turning it around curiously in his hands. He pressed the top nozzle, unaware that it was pointed straight at his face. He jumped, dropping the aluminum bottle on the floor.

    "Sai!" Mia warned, when he made to bend down to get it. "I'll be done in a second! Just do me a favor and don't move!"

    With a bored sigh, he reached for her makeup. He dug through her bag, every now and then pulling something out to ask what it was then leaving it discarded on the table. He pulled out an eyelash curler.

    "What do you use this for?" Sai asked in awe.

    Mia grinned. "You'll see." She promised.

v                             v                            v

    Mia opened the door as soon as she could, knowing that Sai would appreciate haste in a moment such as this. She closed the door behind them, her eyes unable to tear away from the dashingly precious thing Sai had become. Sai shifted nervously under her gaze until he spotted Rowan on the far side of the room.

    Sai's mouth fell open. "Rowan?"

    Rowan cocked an eyebrow at him. "Sai?" Rowan sauntered up to him in his normal boyish gait, made so much taller by his steel heels. He looked him up and down, his arms crossing over his subtle tissue chest. "Not bad Sai, you look ... well.. pretty cute!"

    Sai looked down, his baby doll shoes shuffling under him. "Y..you don't look so bad either..you look..so..so.." Sai swallowed, "..unusual."

    "Thanks!" Rowan grinned, very pleased with himself.

    "Aren’t Seiji and Ryo going to come?" Sai asked meekly. "Or Kento?"

    "Nope." Mia snapped her compact closed and adjusted her wonder bra. "They’re busy."

v                             v                            v

    Mia tapped her foot impatiently on the black asphalt of the bar's parking lot. "Sai, don't chicken out on me now? It took us forever to get here!" She leaned in the open car door, "..what exactly are you scared of anyway?" She almost hissed.

    Sai cringed a little under the sharp tone of her voice, his knees held tightly together involuntarily because of Rowan’s coaching during the last few hours. "I' just don't think-"

    Mia grabbed his bare arm and yanked him from his seat, almost pulling him out into the stark night air. "I promise we will only stay an hour?"

    Sai rolled his green eyes. "Oh, all right." He murmured, sliding the rest of the way out of the car, his white vinyl shoes hitting the pavement with a sharp click. He pulled the short dress down around his thighs. "I'll do it, but I won't like it."

    Mia sighed, slipping her arm into his.

v                             v                            v

    The door man looked Rowan up and down a few times, then glanced down at his ID. Sai suppressed a laugh because he knew his drivers license said that he was an M. Male. Not a woman. No T&A. No beautiful long legs.

    Rowan held his hand out for the ID, that the doorman was still studying in confusion. Rowan took it back with a curt little smile and then took Sai by the hand dragging him into the foyer of the club, the black lights overhead making his hair turn almost neon. People pushed and pulled by them, practically dragging Sai away from him. Rowan's grip was firm on his wrist, Rowan pulled him through the throng. He smirked down at Sai, his hair and the white's of his eyes glowing in the black light.

    "Not so bad." He bent down to talk in Sai’s ear, the music booming all around them.

    Sai glanced back at the choked entry way and shook his head. "If you say so." He watched a group of ravers walk by and turn around and tag Rowan’s ass with the bright hot red light of a hand laser. Despite himself, Sai laughed behind his hand, but Rowan wouldn't have heard him above the noise anyway. Sai slid an arm around Rowan's waist, gesturing for him to bend down. Sai spoke right in his ear. "Everybody wants you."

    Rowan straightened, a smile on his face. "I know." He mouthed. He kissed Sai full on the mouth, heedless of the catcalls and the five dollar bill shoved into the top of his bootleg.

    "What a door nazi!" Mia shouted as she was finally deemed old enough by the slightly drunk bouncer reading ids with a black steel flashlight.

    Sai walked into the main part of the club behind Mia and Rowan, his green eyes darting from left to right, a horrible sinking feeling telling him to just run away. He hesitated in the foyer, the blacklight igniting the white he was wearing, making him feel the eyes turn to look at him from all around him. "I can't." He whispered in Mia's ear. "I can't do it."

    Mia smiled reassuringly. "Come on, I'll buy you a drink."

    Sai followed her into the loud music thumping outrageously near the bar. "Just remember Mia, there's a boy under this dress!" He smiled nervously at a guy with a nose ring who had overheard him, then hurried his pace when the guy smiled back.

v                             v                            v

    "There she is." Rowan said tipping back his beer bottle. "Ya know, " he said conversationally down to Sai, "..these boots make it easy to see people in crowds."

    Sai leaned against a large amplifier, playing with the straw in the Shirley Temple Mia had bought for him. "Well, at least Mia is having a nice time." Mia had found three Latino boys who had found her very fun to dance with all at once.

    Rowan tossed his head at him, leaning on one leg, his arms crossing. He was perfect. "Ya calling me a bad time?" He grinned. Sai noticed a large islander in a tight white T-shirt who had been looking in their direction for quite some time, begin to walk over, up behind Rowan. Sai kept quiet, barely able to keep the smile off his face. Rowan was about to go get another beer when the guy slipped both hands over Rowan eyes. Rowan paused. Sai noted with slight awe that the guy didn't only match Rowan's height but even exceeded it by several inches.

    "Let me guess," Rowan said,"...my third grade teacher, Sensai Tahashi?"

    The guy smiled, showing white even teeth, and slid his hands from his face, down the chest Mia had carefully built with tissue paper, and then low around Rowan's waist.

    Sai was more than shocked by his boldness.

    He spoke in Rowan's ear, who was staring down at the guy's dark hands so casually holding him around his waist. "You wanna dance with me or should we just go straight out to my car?" His hands slid a little lower, into Rowan's crotch.

    Sai had to cover his mouth with his hand to keep from laughing out loud. Rowan lifted the guys hands away from his body and turned to look at him. "Easy there killer," Rowan pushed him back into a column, much to the muscular guy's surprise." I'm not that kind of girl." Sai choked on his drink, Rowan had apparently not felt it was necessary to use some sort of feminine voice.

    The guy looked at him a bit more critically. "You one of them body building chicks?" He asked.

    Rowan shrugged. "I work out." He shifted on the steel heels, his head tilted to one side. It made him unbearably sexy. Sai couldn't blame the guy for trying, watching him disappear into the shifting crowd in search of other, perhaps smaller, prey. Rowan glared at Sai when he finally laughed, but it dissolved into a half-smile. "Men sure are pushy huh?"

    Sai silently agreed.

v                             v                            v

    "There you guys are!" Mia practically had to shout over the house music. "This place is so crowded! I thought I'd never find you!" Three immaculately dressed, and stunningly sexual Spanish boys scattered behind her, other available and unaccompanied targets in site.

    Sai backed away, hugging his arms to himself, smiling weakly back at several docker wearing frat types as they pushed past them. Sai walked up near Rowan as if he would serve better protection.

    Mia cleared her throat. "Why don't we find a table..unless anyone would like to dance???" She had managed to snag a small tray of tequila shots and a cut lime.

    Sai was staring at the floor trying to ignore the same clubby college guys who had smiled at him moments ago. They were staring and talking about him only a few feet away. He caught something about where the hem of his dress was in relation to his thighs. Sai sighed. Guys were checking out him and Rowan more than Mia.

    Rowan tossed his head, unaware of the effect it had on the nearby male party goers. "Dance? In these things? No way."

    Sai didn't exactly feel like he wanted to cut up a rug himself, so he moved to sit down at the nearest empty table, which happened to be a booth. Mia and Rowan slid in from either side leaving Sai on the outside. For some reason, one of the young men who had mistook Sai for a young woman, decided this was the perfect time to make his move and sat down with them, seating himself unusually close to Sai. Sai looked at him in alarm, his hands going in his lap.

    "Hey there," the young man said, a trendy bleached blonde, obnoxiously well groomed and slightly drunk. "I couldn't help noticing you smiled at me back there."

    Sai stammered. "Terribly sorry! I'm sure I didn't mean to!"

    The young man's smile faltered a little bit, but returned in full force. "You're English!" He exclaimed, apparently blown away with this fact. "How do you like here in the good ole' US of A?" The question was punctuated with a broad chemically white smile and a waving American Flag.

    Sai thought the smile should have been trademarked. Rowan smirked at Sai when he looked desperately to him for some kind of help. "Um..well..I uh.. I actually um..live in Japan." He managed.

    The blonde was staring at the subtle rise of tissue that made Sai's chest. "Your accent is so cute!" He looked back at Sai’s face. "You have the most amazing green eyes.."

    Rowan laughed from across the table, his hand going to his mouth. The blonde's confidence cracked a bit and he turned to give Rowan a dirty look. Rowan put up his hands apologetically. "I'm sorry, please continue."

    Confidence restored, the young man followed Rowan's advice. "Could I get you a drink or something?" His hand slid under the table and touched Sai on the knee.

    Sai flinched, furiously shaking his head, a poor imitation of a smile on his face. "Oh no! No thank you! I'm fine really!"

    The blonde's smile deepened. "You English are so polite! Now some people may be still bitter about that whole king thing, but not me." His hand slid up past the thigh high stocking and onto the bare skin of Sai's upper thigh.

    Sai flushed, shifting uncomfortably. "Please don't do th..that," His hands pushing his away, "..I'm here with someone ..." Sai quickly put his arm around Rowan, who looked at him in surprise.

    The blonde blinked, watching Rowan who had pulled Sai into his lap and was delicately kissing his face. Rowan winked at him, his hand cupping one of Sai’s tissue paper boobs. The blonde looked back at Sai who was looking at him anxiously.

    He stood solemnly, his conservative frat world crumbling around him, his Bud Light bottle clutched in one hand. "I get it. You’re one of those types." He disappeared into the throng.

    "Well done Sai, you've thwarted your first sleazy come on." Mia patted him on a snow white hosed thigh. "All you have to do is play the lesbian card. Although most guys like it when girls kiss." With a shrug, she downed her shot of tequila and bit into a lime.

    Rowan spoke up indignantly. "Hey! That was nothing compared to what I had to go through. I got felt up!"

    "Speaking of which," Sai said, still on his lap,"..I liked the kissing love, but did you have to grab my breast in public like that?"

    Mia was still laughing at Rowan. "Did the lucky guy feel your secret?"

    Rowan sneered. "Are you kidding? You'd have to get under my dress with a flashlight to ever find me again."

    Mia smirked. "Keep up that dyke routine Rowan and maybe someone will."

v                             v                            v

    Rowan strode through the dancing crowds, not having to push his way, the rowdy dancers who saw him coming just got out of his way, and more often than not, watched him as he continued. His head was buzzing pleasantly from his third beer and a shot of Goldschaluger that Mia had bought ordered and then decided it would make her sick. He grinned ruefully to himself. So she gives it to me so I can be sick instead. He didn't feel sick though, he just really needed to take a leak. He wanted to go at least two beers ago, but Sai had had his hand up his dress at the table and in the state he was in he would have had to do a hand stand to go to the bathroom.

    Rowan pushed open the doors of the men's room, the fact that he was in drag momentarily slipping his mind. The bathroom was one of many in the club and therefore not crowded, in fact, no one was in it at all. Stainless steel heels planted solidly two feet apart, Rowan lifted his dress at the nearest urinal, ignoring the sound of the door opening behind him then swishing shut. Rowan finished, tucking himself back into place, with what now he considered practiced ease, behind the dark satin. He paused to pull the bootlegs up further on his thighs and then turned around. The black guy in the white T-shirt stood staring at him near the sinks.

    Rowan felt himself smile, his mistake suddenly so obvious. "Hi." He said, kicking sharply backwards, hitting the flush handle next to the urinal without turning around. He washed his hands slowly, taking his time, feeling the guy's eyes burn on him. He was about to walk right past him when he grabbed his arm. Rowan looked down at the hand on his arm, then up at the guys face. "Yes?" There was either going to be a fight or a come on.

    It turned out to be the latter.

    The guy broke out into a hopeful smile. "My offer still stands...?"

    "I'm flattered but the answer is still no." Rowan was about to leave but then he paused. "There is this blonde guy who you might wanna ask, frat type, real apple pie, I bet ya it's a sure thing......"

v                             v                            v

    It was almost dawn. Practically daytime. Even the night owls were glancing at their Day-Glo watches and trying to stifle their yawns. Sai stretched, unaware of how much leg he was exposing when the fabric rode up. Rowan, after a few drinks, had decided dancing wasn't such a bad idea after all. Mia, after a few drinks, decided she would dance with three Latinas that had been buying her shots all night. Sai couldn't join them. He could barely sit still the past few hours, feeling like he was for sale on a meat rack. The world was a much different place for the cute and primped and he privately felt his astonishment rise even higher in his regards to the fairer sex. It was like living on a battlefield. How do they do it everyday? He wondered. Not one guy who had propositioned him this evening could last five seconds without looking at his non-existent chest, or some other part of his body. Not to mention the levels of crudity in which they worked. One guy had even asked if Sai wanted to join him in a bathroom stall.

    He shuddered, wanting more than anything to be done with this place and this experiment, as Rowan deemed it. He looked around, the club somehow still jammed with people. But his friends were no where in sight.

    Maybe they already went out to the car?

    Sai felt immediate relief when he got out into the open air, the brisk cold night free of the heavy layer of cigarette smoke that hung just below the club's ceiling, permeating his clothes and his hair. He felt better already, cars flashing their turn signals in the emptying parking lot, the occasional horn blaring followed by thin trickles of drunken laughter. Sai walked tiredly towards the car parked rather far away because they had gotten here so late, he didn't pay any heed to the person following close behind him, thinking it was just someone headed home like everyone else.

    He had left the lingering crowds behind, their talking and laughter far behind him. A hand was at his shoulder. Sai had heard someone coming, but was unprepared for what was going to happen next. It was the young bottle blonde who had sat down at their table earlier that evening. He was maybe an inch or so taller than Sai, and he smiled at him in way that made Sai want to take a shower.

    "You never told me your name." He said dully. Sai realized he was very drunk. Blasted, as Rowan would say. Sai was about to politely continue on his way when the hand on his shoulder went over his mouth. Sai stumbled backwards when Blondie pushed him, out of sight of the club's entrance, behind someone's caravan. Sai froze, his eyes narrowing over the hand across his mouth.

    Mr. Blonde Guy shrugged. "It don't matter, who cares about your name anyway?" Another hand came up and went under Sai's dress, grabbing him painfully between his legs.

    Blondie had no idea that Sai's fist was coming, nor the power it contained and he flew backwards, hitting and rolling over the hood of a nearby parked car.

    "Asshole." Sai murmured, wishing he had hit him as hard as he was capable. Several guys ran up to him, looking uncertainly at the sprawled body of the blond on the pavement nearby. Rowan and Mia were right behind them.

    "You alright?" A kid with a kilt on asked him, glancing back at the dent the guy had made in the hood of the car. Sai said nothing as he reached out to grab Mia's hand.

    "Mia, I'm never letting you go anywhere by yourself again." He muttered,  his eyes locked on their car.