"Bro bro!" Mabel yelled from downstairs.

Bill stopped thrusting and sighed. "Dammit...your sister always cuts in..."

Dipper blushed and kissed Bill softly, grinning small as he moaned softly with another thrust Bill made. "W-We'll finish this later...I promise..."

Bill loved the good news and slowly pulled out, climbing off of him. He cleaned himself up, then helped Dipper sit. He cleaned him as well, kissing his cheeks. And with a soft tap of his feet their clothes flew around them and dressed onto their bodies.

    "HURRY UP!" Mabel sneered. "WE'RE HEADING TO A FANCY PARTY, AND I DON'T WANT TO MISS IT!" A heavy oink agreed, and then a loud pig squeal startled them.

    "Great..," Dipper muttered heavily. "It's time for fancy suit day..."

Bill snapped his fingers as white spilled down his golden yellow tailcoat, covering up the detailed brick prints. A rose embedded itself into the chest and his bow was still in place. His top hat vanished and was tucked behind Bill.

Gee, Dipper thought. I wish I could dress up that quick...

   "Oh, don't worry," Bill said, tapping his hair. "I have the most cutest outfit for you!" He whistled a single pitch as a black tuxedo swiveled into Dipper, replacing his casual everyday clothes.

Dipper made a whine. "Is this the 'Bipper' suit but my size?"

Bill cackled. "Have a problem with it, babe?"

Dipper hissed at him. "Don't call me that!" he complained and slid to his feet, walking down the stairs. Bill followed and posed slightly by tugging his bow tie a little.

There, Mabel smiled at the two. "Now that's what I call fancy dressing!" she exclaimed and picked Waddles up, letting her pink dress slide against the wooden floor.

Both of the handsome adults followed her into a limousine. Soos waited for the three at the driver's seat, waving at them as they sat in the back.

The three waved back and smiled cheekily. 

    "Hop to it, Soos!" said Mabel as the limousine rolled onto the midnight road.

Slowly the fancy car stopped by the entrance as the four spilled out the car. The entered in slowly, seeing many people lightly crowded into their own conversation groups. The whole party was taken place in a giant mansion...and one girl was dying to meet Mabel.

    "Our time awaits, Pine Tree," said Bill in an enchanting voice as he bowed while offering his white gloved hand to Dipper.

Slowly and surely Dipper gently placed his bar hand on the soft fabric as Bill led him to the polished tiled floor. Everyone who stood by on the blank tile space would have themselves reflected off the flooring.

Bill swept Dipper into a dance position, settling his left glove on Dipper's lower back. He held Dipper's hand with his right as he grinned into his eyes.

Dipper couldn't help but to force a smile, his cheeks brushing with a nervous pink. They began dancing around, a crowd watching silently as they all smiled. 

    "If it isn't Mabel's brother!" a girl mocked behind the crowd as the people stepped aside, creating a royal isle for a blonde girl in a purple dress.

Bill held Dipper close and protectively sneered slowly. Dipper held himself against Bill for reasons and clutched his hand.

    "Pacifica..," Dipper hissed and immediately unrolled out of Bill's arms, though Bill refused to remove his hand from Dipper's.

Pacifica lashed her silky hair around, letting her white dangled earrings lift to the crowd. She stopped in front of them, bowing sarcastically. "Ha, look everyone!" she hollered as everyone caught her eye. "Stupid boy love! So gay, right?"

He friends all laughed mockingly, but the people only clapped at the couple. Dipper blushed embarrassingly and brushed his hand over his hair.

    "Argh!" Pacifica growled and stamped her heal against the floor. She sneered at Dipper, but innocently looked at Bill and carried on, walking passed them to the dining room.

Bill kept his composure and had bowed before Pacifica left. Dipper let his hand slip away as he sat down on a sofa, hugging a pillow.

Bill handsomely walked to Dipper and sat beside him, hooking his arm around the man. He kissed his nose, then trailed down to his lips.

Not here! Dipper thought mournfully in his head.

Who cares? Bill fought back and held him close, hiding their kiss from the crowd with a pillow.