She purred and drew him close, "Well come on then,"

It was not yet seven o'clock when Randy VIII was on his way home again. Despite how much the situation had upset Jones and the resulting setback in his plans to get valuable items off of him, he felt good about the direction in which things were going. He resolved that if he did have to choose, he was definitely choosing Cat.

Kurt crossed paths with him on his way back. He took a deep sniff, "Cinnamon spice....you've been with Cat," he said.

He giggled. "You good," he answered, pointing at Kurt. "Now who was I wit' before that?"

Kurt took a deeper sniff, his wide nostrils nearly sucking up some of Randy'a hair, "I smell cheap cologne, grease and grocery store brand red wine, some guy who tried to impress you but didn't have the funds or the stamina to do anything worthwhile?"

"You on fire, sug'!" Randy VIII laughed and gave him a friendly slap. "I oughtta find a way to mass-produce that nose a' yours an' sell it."

"Yes, well it's not always a blessing, you're definitely going to have to bathe well to get the stink of other people off of you," Kurt wrinkled his nose.

Randy VIII giggled again. "I know all about that one," he lamented. "Schickelgrubers got pretty strong sniffers, too, an' bein' a hooker and all..."

Kurt nodded, "Don't suppose I smell much better, I've been at work all day," and indeed if one were to have described his particular odor the best words would have been: sweat, metal, and blood.

Randy smelled him and grinned. "'S fine to me..."

"I need to take a bath anyway, going out to run errands later, thought I might visit B," said Kurt.

"Mm... then yeah, scratch that, you'd definitely need a good scrubbin'," Randy VIII corrected sternly.

Kurt nodded, "And a shave," he picked Randy's hand up and rubbed the back of it across his prickly chin.

"Dammit, I just got back from seein' somebody; quit tryin' to turn me on," Randy complained as he drew his hand away--though he did lean in to give Kurt another brief sniff.

"I think you're making it worse on yourself," Kurt rolled his eyes and flicked his tongue out to give Randy's lip a lick.

"Hrmm. You ain't helpin'." Randy snapped his teeth at him. "I hat'n seen any real action in a while. You smell like work. I like it."

Kurt smirked, "Well I'm free for the evening if you want to stop by my place,"

Randy VIII contemplated the offer. "Cinnamon's nice and all, but I could use a little blood and sweat to balance it out," he reasoned.

"Well I need to vent my frustrations, I'm feeling restless and violent," said Kurt.

"OK, but if you scuff my heels, you're buyin' me new ones," Randy replied.

Kurt chuckled, "On a cop's salary? Dream on!"

Randy snorted at him. "Then you better watch the shoes."

"Speaking of shoes, Klaus dropped some off for you," said Kurt.

Randy gasped excitedly. "Oh yeah? Lemme see! Did 'e say anything?"

"He said you're to wear them nest week," Kurt handed him a box with a note reading "from your sugar daddy" on it. Inside were a pair of shiny, sleek, lime green boots with thick five inch black heels and black straps with silver studs around the ankles.

"Oh, honey!" Randy purred and nuzzled one of the shoes. "Does your brother know me or what?"

"So it would seem, they cost him almost a thousand dollars, designer imports and all that," said Kurt, "Not to mention getting them in your size was hard for him,"

"Nn, I'll bet." Randy VIII bit his lip and smiled, seeming more than a little pleased by the idea. "It'll be like walkin' on money."

"Yes, better not wear those for anyone but Klaus," said Kurt.

"Wouldn't dream of it!" Randy gave the shoe a kiss and placed it carefully back into the box next to its mate. "They'll be my sugar daddy shoes... an' big daddy gonna get a hell of a thank-you when I see 'im!"

"If you aren't careful he might fall in love," said Kurt only half jokingly.

Randy laughed. "He sure got the stuff to win me over."

Kurt patted him on the back, "just don't hurt him, alright?"

His eyes widened. "Why? You love 'im?" He grinned; "You care about Klaus!"

Kurt snorted, "No!" he insisted, "....But....he is family....I suppose..."

"Awww," cooed Randy. "OK, sugar; I'll try not to hurt 'is feelings, just for you!"

Kurt gave him a shove, "Bah!"

Randy VIII giggled and shoved him back playfully.

Kurt snorted and grabbed him, giving him a rough kiss.

He uttered a muffled sound of appreciation, just before leaping on him...