Futurama: Fry x Reader x Bender

~Chapter Nine~

-3rd Person POV-

After that uncomfortable and violating encounter with that creepy older man who wanted to force his way with you, you wanted to forget about what happened and find Leela and the others. Loud music blared through the speakers, lightly giving the floor a vibration from the intensity of the music. Neon lights flashed in a frenzy throughout the packed club, and the colorful neon rings people wore on their attires glowed brightly. You held onto a glass of (F/drink) as you ambled around many bodies of dancing, drunken people having the time of their lives. You thought back to the reason why everyone came here; it was so that Leela could find someone. You wondered if she had found a date yet. You snickered at the possibility of her actually finding someone who met her exact expectations- that woman was impossible.

Scanning around the boisterous and exuberant  nightclub, you eventually spotted the purple haired cyclops seated at a table with Amy and Bender, and they all had alcoholic beverages in their hands. The others were no where in sight to be found. You slid into the both beside Bender as he casually took a sip from his beer. The robot glanced over at you and smirked, he offered his beer out you but you shook your head, gesturing to the drink you already had.

"So what do you think of that guy by the bar?" Amy asked Leela, motioning over to a guy that sat at the bar. You cringed as the man scratched his rear, then proceeded to pick his nose.

"I don't know. Maybe?" she replied, uncertain.

"Forget it, he's gay." Bender pointed out suddenly.

"What? How can you tell?" Leela queried, giving him a doubtful expression.

"I just know these things. I've got what they call gaydar." he stated casually.

You quirked a brow at Bender, eyeing him questionably. "Gaydar?"

"Yep." he affirmed, popping the 'p'.

"There's no such thing." Leela said.

Bender smirked at her. "No?" he promptly pulled out a dark purple machine with a small antenna on it from his chest cabinet. The antenna swiveled around, trying to locate something.

"Okay", I got a lock on him." Bender announced as the antenna pointed into the direction of the man and beeped. "Yep! He's gay!"

"Weeeird!" you commented in amazement.

"Are you sure?" Amy asked.

"Definitely. Unless I'm getting interference from a gay weather balloon." Bender beamed, looking around above him.

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A well-built, tanned skinned male with crimson red hair and a short sleeved, semi low cut green shirt had joined the table. He leaned on the table and lowered his eyelids at Leela seductively and had a toothy smirk carved across his visage.

"This is Bolt Rolands. Bolt is a hyper-sled racer with 10 wins on the pro-circuit." Amy introduced to Leela.

"Hello, beautiful!" Bolt complimented Leela, taking a sip from his drink.

Bender leaned into your ear and whispered, "I think she means 10 wins on the gay circuit".

Bolt chuckled slightly upon hearing Bender's comment.

"I wish! Those cats can really fly." he responded.

Zoidberg sat alone at the bar. A bartender carrying a tray of drinks approached him and placed a drink down by Zoidberg. He tried to pick up the cocktail drink but his claws just knocked the glass over. He folded his arms against the table, sulking and sighed out sadly. A lobster in a tank caught his light blue eyes and he looked up and stared at it, smiling and in compete lovestruck.