Crossdressing To Survive An Apocalypse

Late at night, the cab stopped in front of a neon lit door of the bar. "That will be twenty," the driver glanced back. But the sight behind him stunned him.

The young man was wearing all black from top to bottom his hair was combed back, revealing his fresh and clear forehead. His black eyes, deep as the night, watched him with a small glimmer in them.

When he picked him up, he did not bother looking back, but now... he was frozen in shock.

"Thank you so much," the young man handed him the twenty.

"Ah.... yes...." the driver stuttered, holding the dollar bill preciously. "You look like a model, sir,"

"Me? I am a model," Zou Yue chuckled and got down.

"Yue!! You brat!!!" Peng Peng ran to him. His loose sequin crop top swayed side to side with each step, displaying his belly button. He had paired it with a skimpy jean that was low riding.

"Peng Peng!!!" Zou Yue hugged him tight. "Wow, you are going all out huh?" he pulled at his pants playfully. It was so loose that one tug can remove it so easily..

"I plan to get laid tonight," he smirked and pulled him in.

"Wait, didn't you say that you had a boyfriend?"

"That guy? That bastard was two-timing me. I threw a fist at him and walked out the door. He is old news now," Peng Peng confidently walked in. So many guys gave him the look.

Zou Yue confusedly looked around. This place was filled to the rim with men. Not many women were in sight. "This place is weird somehow...."

"Yeah? Cuz it's a gay bar," Peng Peng chuckled and sat down on the bat stool.

"gay bar? Oh... I see. I've never visited one before." He glanced around. So many men were looking their way with a smirk. One even gave him an air kiss.

Frowning, he turned away. "I don't think I like this,"

"Ignore them. Those thirst men will do anything to get some ass. Tonight we are here to drink and have fun till our fullest," Peng Peng handed him a shot.

"I'm supposed to drink responsibly as per my mother's command," Zou Yue took it for him and drowned it in a gulp. The shot of an unknown drink burned his way down his throat. "aghh... still can't get used to that,"

"Says the guy who dinks every day." Peng Peng chuckled. "Yue, you have changed a lot. I have to say I love this change."

"Change is good."

They casually talked about Radom stuff for a long time. Even the loud music did not break their conversation.

By chance Zou Yue uttered, "Hey did you read that book I send you?"

"Book? Oh I read it. It didn't make any sense, but it was a good read." He mumbled, sipping on a glass of cocktail. "you need to work on your grammar though,"

Zou Yue groaned loudly. "It was supposed to be a private diary. Who cares about grammar when you are writing those? By the way, how did my book get the attention of the publishers? I only gave copies to you and manager mu,"

"Donno, manager mu one day came running that someone asked for those books. And here we are here, our author Yue's sitting in front of me. How is the publishing going?"

"I got a mail sail that fifty thousand coped are being printed. They will be distributed in two days." Zou Yue gulped down another shot. "Gosh, this is strong,"

"Of course you are drinking straight vodka," Peng Peng took the shot from him. "Can you handle it?"

"I don't think I can," his eyes sight was already getting blurry and his speech was becoming slurry. "I think I'm already drunk,"

"Goodness, you are already trashed. Let's get you home,"

"Don't wann..." Zou Yue clung to the table.

"Brat, come on, don't give me trouble," Peng Peng pulled at his waist, but the guy was not budging. "Did you gain some weight... no way! Did you put some muscles," he groped his arms. They were not as soft as before. "Gasp Yue, did you work out!!"

"Yeah see.." Yue pulled his shirt up, showing him his six-pack. "Got this in five months. Hehe~"

The whole bar started to peer at him with interest.

Peng Peng pulled down his shirt. "Brat, you really know how to attract trouble" he paid the tab and started to drag him out. Yue kept crying that he did not want to.

Out of the pub he waited for the cab he had booked.

"What's talking him so long." He anxiously whispered, holding the drunk guy up. Suddenly, a random car stopped in front of them.

"Hey cuties, want a ride? Get in uncle will take you home," the older looking guy lewdly glanced at them both.

"Get lost, can't you see we are busy," Peng Peng glared at him.

"Wow, you look pretty even when you scowl. Give me your number let's keep in touch," the man kept on insisting.

"I said leave us be, old man. If you don't go away, I will have to call the cops,"

The old man frowned deeply. "Why are you being a bitch," the man rushed out the car and gripped his shoulders tightly. "Come on in!" He dragged him towards the car.

"Let go you fucker!!!" Yue, who was in his arms, slipped and staggered to a corner.

The old man leered at him as well. "You both look so delicious."

Suddenly a fist hit him right on his flat ass nose.

Peng Peng watched him collapse unconscious on the ground with his mouth wide open. 'What just...'

By his side stood a young, buff looking guy. He had a strong jaw line and upturned eyes similar to that of a hawk. "Are you hurt?"

His melodious voice combined with his worried looking eyes, Peng Peng was already flat down impressed.

"I... I don't think so..." suddenly on hind sight he saw Yue collapsed on the ground. "Yue!!"

The buff man helped him pull Yue up.

"It's not safe to stay out this late," the man whispered softly. "I'll help you get a cab," he started to walk towards the road.

Peng Peng instantly caught his hands. "What's your name?"

"Qian, Qian Wen,"

"I'm Peng Tia. You can call me Peng Peng,"