Bo looks a little different. His silicone-enhanced bra is gone, for one thing, and an enormous white button-up shirt (Keye's, incidentally) is draped over his shoulders, though the skirt and heels are still there. He is hanging from the arm of a bouncer, a beefy fellow by name of Rick, and throwing a modestly-sized fit.
"...he was just so rude, he just pushed me in there, didn't even ask about anything! And then he got all offended and called me a freak, and Ricky, he broke the door! He broke the bathroom door. And look what he's done to my makeup! You know, Rick, Ricky dear, you know I don't mind meeting somebody in the bathroom for a little something, but a modicum of grace is in order, you don't just treat a lady that way!"
Sniffle.
Ah, tears of abject...
Irritation.

His little one is throwing a fit in the middle of the club.

This, Enrique must investigate. He leaves off dancing with his current meal and drifts in the general direction of Bo's voice.

"I'll help you with that makeup, if you like."

Low and slightly amused from behind Bo.

He just wants an excuse to touch him. A little. Um.

"It's stained." he turns to face Enrique, indicating his smeary red lips (red lipstick looks lovely until you start kissing; most of Bo's conquests give him a little time to wipe it off). "I'll have to scrub, and then my face will be all red."
He's pouting.

"Poor darling."

He touches Bo's lips with a finger and grins.

"What on earth happened?"

"Dinner was rude."
And Bo is miffed about it.

Enrique laughs.

"I received an offer from another demon tonight, but I can't say I've had any complaints about dinner."

He kisses Bo on the nose.

"Let's go clean you up, little one."

"All right."
He takes Enrique's hand.
Sniffles again.
"I got a good deal to eat from him, he had quite a lot of energy-in fact, I think he wasn't full human. But it's not settling well."

"Partial humans are usually trouble like that."

It's annoying.

"You'll laugh when I tell you about the demon that propositioned me."

"I should learn to check these things before I eat, not that I had time. He didn't ask if it was all right to shove his tongue down my throat--I mean, I did invite him into the bathroom for sex. Sort of. But for gods' sakes, give me a moment!"
He shakes his head. And what the man said about hookers, totally inappropriate.
"I need to laugh. Tell me."

"You know how you can tell if someone's particularly interested in you?" He rolls his eyes. "I got that, earlier, and decided to check it out. Demon. Female. Blatant and crude and my god. I've had more delicate and appealing offers from goblins."

He shakes his head.

"Oh, and then she was huffy because I told her she isn't my type. Told me not to 'waste' myself on someone more timid."

"Ew." He crinkles his nose. "Sounds like overconfidence. Never attractive."
Blink.
Blinkblinkblink.
"Waste yourself on--"
He's not laughing, actually. He's pissed off.
"She didn't even know you!"
It's possible to be agressive and delicate and appealing, you know.

"I know. Which is why it was so stupid and so funny. I like vulnerable types. I like coddling them."

Grin.

"And you, of course. You're not exactly timid, little one."

"Does that mean you like me less?" He's mock-pouting, but he's also a tiny bit serious. Insecurity is a thing he suffers from, from time to time.

"Absolutely not. You give me plenty of opportunity to coddle, and you're utterly lovely."

Kiss on the forehead.

Right answer.
Kiss on the nose.
"I like being coddled."
Because he's small and pretty and why shouldn't he be? He deserves it.

...full of himself? Who? Oh, not Bo, surely.

"You're going to get lipstick all over me."

He grins.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

And then Bo can kiss Enrique as much as he wants.

"All right, all right. I think I have some tissues..." he begins rummaging.
"Oh, you know what he said? He thought I was a hooker. 'I don't sleep with hookers,' he said, as if hooking up with a stranger in a bathroom stall was so much classier than hiring a prostitute."

Enrique rolls his eyes.

"Forget him. He's obviously an idiot."

And therefore not worth the little one's time.

He takes tissues and starts wiping at Bo's lips.

"Obviously."
But he's still frowning, and he still has tears in his eyes.
Humans get to you easier when they raised you.

Enrique taps his nose.

"There's nothing wrong with being a hooker."

He's one, you know.

"I know."
Now he's crying.
I'm not sure why.

Aww...

Enrique hugs him.

"Shh, little one. I'll do something nasty to that human or whatever he was if it will make you feel better."

"No!"
He doesn't like it when Enrique does nasty things.
"He's just...scummy. I feel disgusting. He's exactly the sort of person who--well. Never mind about that. I just...I just don't like it."

"I see."

He hugs the little one tighter.

"He'll pull that on the wrong person someday and get what he deserves. Meantime... little one, little one, you're lovely and perfect, and he's just an idiot."

"I know, I know. It's just...ugly."
Bo is a bit...stereotypical, in some ways. Exactly as you'd expect from a half-angel, he's wounded by the evils of the world.

"Yes. But it happens."

He strokes Bo's hair.

"I'll have to see you all made up and dressed like this sometime."

"I think I'm done for a while."
He seems to end up getting treated badly.
"Keye thinks I should give it up entirely."

"Maybe... in private?"

He thinks Bo would make a charming transvestite.

"I'd like to see."

"Oh, all right, maybe in private."
A little too charming, apparently.
"It's not so much just dressing up that's the problem as it is that I pass."

Enrique chuckles.

"Take it as a compliment. I certainly couldn't pass."

He's very, very masculine.

"Being treated like trash is not a compliment."
Pause.
"...admittedly, I do act like trash. To get a meal, you understand."

"I know."

Hug.

"It's a compliment that you can pass as a girl. To your skills at dressing yourself, as well as your beauty."

"Shameless flatterer." another kiss on the nose, as he is no longer quite so smeary (his eye makeup is running, though). "I think I'll be goth for the rest of the evening." After all, smeared eye makeup lends itself to that look.

Enrique laughs.

"You do that. Come and dance with me."

Grin.

"We can go to dinner."

He rubs his eyes, achieving the desired effect and puts on some black lipstick.
"Easy."
He has decided not to change clothes.
"Oh, that sounds excellent." Grin. He hops off the countertop, where I have decided he's been sitting this whole time. "Let's go."
Enrique will keep sleazeballs away from him, too. Yes, this sounds like a nice arrangement.