Clone Trouble

Porty

Red Son sat in the loud club, the blue and pink lights weren't bright enough to make out faces but were bright enough to see silhouettes. He was sitting at one of the few tables the club had, off to the side of the dance floor. He perked up as Xueying played a brightly colored drink in front of him. She took her own seat next to the fire demon and started sipping on her own drink.

He stared at the drink then her "did you order the fruitiest drink on the menu?"

"So what if I did?" She stuck her tongue out at him then returned to downing her drink.

He took a few sips and gagged a bit at the sugary taste, he should have never let the hybrid demon buy the drinks. The red head sucked it up and in a quick motion, chugged the drink. Xueying watched amused, her tail swishing back and forth. Emptying the drink the fire demon slammed the glass on the table and coughed. 

"See any body you like so far?" Blue eyes scanned the crowd for potential hook ups.

"Not really....." Red played with the remaining ice in the glass.

"Come on Red, forget Mk" the hybrid demon scoffed "you haven't heard from him in months."

He knew she was right, the brunette was even avoiding him more then ever now. He came out with Xueying to forget about the monkie kid but he couldn't get Mk out of his head. The demon even dressed up for the night, a short black cocktail dress with cut slits on the side that held together with red strings. He had his hair down and wore his favorite black string heels. He was ten and was wasting it by obsessing over a guy that didn't want him.

"Ya know what, your right." The fire demon stood up "I'm gonna go get a stronger drink then find a dance partner!"

"Yes! Finally!" Xueying jumped up, happy to finally get through to her friend.

Red made his way to the bar and tried flagging down the bartender but got ignored. He had been standing their for ten minutes with no luck. He glared mentally adding the grown blonde man to his hit list. 

"A pretty thing like you shouldn't be waiting for a drink, Wild fire." A shot was placed in front of the fire demon.

Red turned to see the infamous Porty next to him with a smug grin "sorry I don't accept drinks from strangers."

"Good thing I'm not a stranger" the clone purred resting a hand on the demon's waist and pulling him close. Red placed his hands on the clones chest to make sure there was a bit of distance.

A playful smirk slipped onto his face "Does Mk know you're running loose?"

"Shit I was hoping you would think I was him." Porty chuckled.

"Nice try I'm not that dumb" The fire demon scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Really? But you didn't notice the others were clones."

That took the demon by surprise and confused him "what are you talking about?"

Porty smirked, one of his hands playing with the red string on reds left hip "those two times you were fucked out of your mind by Mk, they were clones."

The demon froze, the memories coming back to his mind. He started to slowly connect the dots, now he understood a bit why the brunette was avoiding him. The clone saw the wheels turning in the demon's head. While the prince was lost in thought, Porty took the chance to examine the demon's outfit. The clone practically groaned loving how the dress hugged tightly to the other's frame. He couldn't wait to finally get this prize to himself.