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A bad thing. A thing he was always bad at was love. He never had a crush, or a lover, or that special someone in his life. He only had his family, his stupid dad, his little stupid sister and Penny, which he didn't hate. But real love, it's kind of different. More complicated. More hard to swallow. What if he doesn't like me? At all? What if he faints on the spot? That one was very unnatural, but he didn't know. He isn't human! ——— Mike walked into Club Sugar, which was already full and thriving, althought it was only 7. He hesitated for a moment, then looked around. There he was, that blue haired...freak. Jimmy wouldn't notice, he thought. Jimmy wouldn't notice. Oh he would. After another few minutes of just standing in front of the door, Mike was pushed away by an angry man. "Can you let us in already? You're not security, are you, so shoo!". The bot jumped away instantly, apologizing, but only getting a small huff out of the raging guest. Oh fuck. He walked up to the bartop, where Jimmy was already sitting at the edge, drinking his signature mix. Mike wasn't a big alcohol guy, never got drunk, but today he would try. For him. After a quick look at the menu, he finally ordered a simple Margarita. Just then, Jimmy noticed him. He pushed his stool in front of him and shook his hand. "Hey! Mikey? Ya really drinking before 10? Not saying it's wrong though, hahah!". Mike didn't really know how to reply to THAT, so he just smiled and kept shaking his hand. "...so what? Can't a guy have a little...drink? Hah...". That sounded dumb, hw thought. But at least he said something. ——— Oh, you need to confess, you need to. It has been less than a minute, and his brain is already melting from just sitting besides him. Confessing won't be easy, but...hah! An idea ran through Mikes head. "...Jimmy?". "...yeah man?". Jimmy replied, geuninely intrigued by what's up with him now. "...how does...you know, with all your dancing around and one-night stands...how does one know they are actually in love?". Jimmy cackled a bit, of course not expecting that question. "In love? Ya trying to tell me something here?...but okay, I'll tell ya...ya know that feeling, right? The feeling of love...your mind gets scrambled, heart races whenever you see them, ya can't think of anything else...Mike?". "...hm?". "...you're in love, right?". ——— He got him. Of course he got him. Mike tenses, not being able to get any words out for a couple of seconds. Nothing at all. Finally, he stammers out a weak response. "...y-yeah.". Jimmy laughs again, clearly having an idea now. "I should have known it, really...so, who's the lucky gal ya chose?". "...gal? Girl?". Oh no. Oh no no no. Of course he thought it was a woman, heterosexuality is "the norm", and so is Jimmy, or at least Mike thought so. That did not stop Jimmy's smile though. "Oh? Not a lady? It's okay, you don't gotta be ashamed now...I myself like both too, hahah!". So he does? He does?? HE DOES!! Mike's mind most likely did a backflip at that one sentence. "...really? Because–". "...Mike?". "...uh, yeah?". "...Mike, I'm being honest here...do you...like me?". OH NO. OH NO. THIS IS HORRIBLE. NO. The bot almost stumbles over his chair in shock, and when he gets back up, his whole face is already flushed blue. No denying. Not at all. Fuck. "...". Mike finally lets out a slight nod. He said it. He finally said it. I just hope– "...really? Mike?...Mike!". Jimmy's face lights up for a second, then stops again. "...man...I did not expect THAT...out of all beautiful robo-ladies, all people in this club, you chose me? Me?...I guess–". Mike grins. "We can...try?". "...yeah. Yeah man. We can try." Then, Jimmy hugs Mike tightly, and if he had lungs, they would probably burst from how hard his grip was. After the strong hug, Mike tried leaning in deeper. He had no idea how relationships worked, since his mother died years ago (well, technically she wasn't really there anyways). But one thing he did know, was that couples kiss. And so, he leaned in even more, so much that the note heads of Jimmy's mustache tickled his cheeks. Jimmy himself seemed to notice this, and grinned again. "Hm? Wanna smooch?". ...Mike nodded, and at last, Jimmy's lips brushed against his, and they kissed. THEY KISSED!!