Featuring:Zack and Cody try their best to get popular at their new school, meaning abandoning their friends for the cool kids. Hotel HangoutIn New York, in Manhattan, there was a beautiful, elegant, fancy hotel called ‘The Tipton’. In it, a new family had just moved in: a single Dad named Chris Evans and his adopted 16 year old twins, Zack and Cody who were each a handful. Down in the lobby, it was luxuriously decorated with big, brown leather couches by the front desk, a platform by the entrance with banisters and steps, then even an exquisite chandelier hanging above. There was also a candy counter by the elevators. Zack and Cody were just in the process of nagging their Dad to take them to the mall - following him out of the elevator.
“Come on, Dad!” Cody groaned, wearing a green sweater vest, blue shirt and jeans. “I told you, I can't! I have to rehearse the new choreography for my next show.” Chris told them. He wore a v-neck, olive jumper and a pair of brown pants. “Mr Mackie thinks I need some younger moves.” He sighed before demonstrating his dancing, doing a goofy moonwalk across the lobby - by the concierge. “What do you think?” He asked, jokingly. “I think you should never do that in public again.” Zack cringed. He wore an orange t-shirt, with a print on it from a cartoon series, a chain necklace and black shorts. “Or in private.” Cody added. “Why don't you guys invite over some friends from school?” Chris suggested. “Oh, yeah, that's a great idea Dad, except for the fact we don't have any.” Cody rolled his eyes. “Nobody ever likes the new kids.” Zack reasoned. “Awh boys.” Chris pouted, feeling his heartstrings being tugged. He pulled them both into a hug - both Zack and Cody certainly enjoyed inhaling the musk coming off their father as they hugged him back. “You’ll make friends soon. And we’re here to stay now.” Chris reminded them before giving their heads a kiss. “Not if you use those moves.” Zack teased as Chris released them from his hug. “Oh really?” Chris laughed as he watched Zack do the moonwalk this time instead, mockingly. But, he accidentally bumped into a table at the centre of the lobby. The vase on it, toppled over and fell off the surface - the twins and father reached to catch it, but just weren't quick enough. Thankfully, out of nowhere, Esteban leaped in and caught the china vase before it could smash to the ground. Esteban was the bellboy of the hotel - a tall, kind of lanky man who wore the dark green uniform jacket and cap, then beige pants. Mr Anthony Mackie, the hotel manager, cried out as he, too, rushed over. He wore a grey suit over an orange shirt and golden tie. “Oh, thank God, Esteban… Well done…” He blurted out as Esteban stood back up again. “If you thought that was impressive, Mr Mackie… Watch this.” Esteban smirked before throwing the vase into the air. Everyone gasped out as they watched it spin in the air, before the bellboy caught it again. “Do that again, and you’re fired.” Mr Mackie growled, before stressfully walking away, to the candy counter. There, Charles Tipton, the son of the man who owned the Tipton hotel chain, stood with the candy counter cashier, Jonathan. Charles had dark, neat curls and wore a flowery, expensive shirt and pink jeans. “Charles, I need to speak with you.” Mr Mackie said as he approached him. “Not now, Mr Mackie. I'm off to a Gala Premiere.” Charles smiled, but as he went to leave, Mr Mackie stopped him. “No, no, you’re not. I just received a call from your father. You are to cease all social activities until your grades improve.” Mr Mackie explained. “What? That’s fucking bullshit.” Charles complained. “I have to keep my grades up but his new wife is allowed to drop out of college?!” “Be that, as it may, he also insisted I find you a tutor.” Mr Mackie continued. “Fucking Christ, when is he gonna realise my star sign and education don’t mix good?” Charles complained. “It’s ‘mix well’.” The candy counter boy corrected, Jonathan. Jonathan wore a blue shirt with a teal tie and black pants. He had short, dark hair and a very innocent face. “Um… Excuse me? This isn't about you.” Charles frowned as a lady came to Jonathan’s cash register - buying the newspaper. “Okay, that’s $9.12, minus your 8% senior discount is $8.38. Meeeaning your change is $1.62.” Jonathan smiled, gathering the money, before the register beeped with that exact number on it. “You beat the cash register!” Mr Mackie gasped in awe, looking at the copy of the receipt as the lady left. Then he looked down to see a book open on Jonathan’s counter. “And you read!” He exclaimed. “Mr Whitesell can be your new tutor.” Mr Mackie decided. “WHAT?!” Both Jonathan and Charles blurted out, upset. “There’s no way in fucking hell-” “I’ll triple your salary.” Mr Mackie cut Jonathan off. “Apparently there is a way!” Jonathan beamed, looking over at his new student.
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Featuring:Austin Moon looks for some fun and ends up meeting with Peter Parker and Gar Logan at a bar. It isn't long before things get sticky... This evening, I was walking through the streets of the Super City. I was taking a little break from the Sonic Boom shop and decided to look for some fun with some super boys. I had only just arrived, having just gotten off the Hogwarts Express and was exploring the city. I was wearing a hot pink unbuttoned shirt over a white tank top and a pair of jeans. I found a bar and decided to step inside in hopes of finding someone to flirt with. It was still pretty early so I wasn't too surprised that it wasn't very busy inside. It was a pretty snazzy looking bar with neon lights trimming the perimeter of the ceiling and there were large tables on one side of the venue, then a dance floor on the other. There were a few people here and there, some already making out and some just chatting. I noticed towards the back there was a neon sign saying ‘PRIVATE ROOMS’. I walked over towards the bar, towards two young guys that looked around my age. I instantly recognised them as Gar Logan and Peter Parker as I had met them once before when they visited my area. Gar was wearing his iconic white and red leather jacket, a black t-shirt underneath and a pair of dark blue jeans. Then Peter was wearing black and grey chequered unbuttoned shirt, a white shirt with some kind of mathematical pun on it, then a pair of black pants.
“Hey.” I smiled. “Austin? Hey, man, how’s it going?” Gar smiled as I sat down on the bar stool beside him. “I'm great. Wanted a change of scenery - how are you guys doing?” I asked. “All good, here. By the way, loved your latest song.” Peter complimented. “Thank you! I loved your latest shoot.” I returned, referring to the sexy Spiderman Photoshoot he did with Quentin. “Thanks! My ass was so sore afterwards.” Peter scoffed. “Yeah, I bet it was.” I smirked. “Hey, don't forget to flirt with me too.” Gar pouted. “Oh, trust me, I will. When you got fucked by Luke Cage on that livestream last week, I didn't jerk off to anything else for days.” I smirked, leaning against the bar as I was quite clearly checking him out. “Yeah? Well maybe in your next music video, you can be fucking us instead of MAX?” Peter suggested. “Oh, I'd happily let that happen.” I said, reaching down and placing my hand on Gar’s knee. “How about we do a little rehearsal?” Gar whispered before gesturing his head towards the private rooms. “I'd love that.” I said. |
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