Disclaimer: Own Toby and Mindy. Nothing else.

A/N - Nobody reviewed Bubble Fight. *sniffs* :(

It had been a long night. The music had gone from bad to worse in Toby's opinion. Since when did macho football players like Duncan Mathews listen to pop? And Pietro had been drinking far too much. Toby supposed that the scene he was watching now could have been avoided, but then, where would be the fun in that?

Pietro grinned at the multitude of adoring girls who were calling out for a song. The speedster was standing on Duncan's pool table, despite the fact that Duncan had been trying frantically to stop him for the past 10 minutes. Ha! Duncan couldn't stop him, he was a sex god! A king! And he was going to sing whether Duncan wanted him to or not.

Toby smirked and laughed softly as Pietro ran a hand through his hair and chucked the bottle of rum to the side. He really was going to sing. Of course Toby knew Pietro had a good voice but when Pietro randomly yells, "Right Said Fred calls for celebration!" and proceeds to leap onto a pool table whilst Duncan grabs for his pants you have to laugh. Pietro laughed and cueing Todd, began to sing at the top of his voice.

"I'm too sexy for my love, too sexy for my love

Love's going to leave me

I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt

So sexy it hurts

And I'm too sexy for Milan, too sexy for Milan

New York and Japan"

Duncan made another grab for Pietro as a group of tipsy cheerleaders yelled at Pietro to, "take it off!" Laughing Pietro dodged Duncan and continued with the song.

"And I'm too sexy for your party, too sexy for your party

No way I'm disco dancing!

I'm a model, ya know what I mean?

And I do my little turn on the catwalk

Yeah, on the catwalk, on the catwalk, yeah

I do my little turn on the catwalk."

To a chorus of cat calls and whistles Pietro began to dance, moving exactly in time with the rhythm, despite the fact that he was drunk, his slender frame sliding up and down as if he were dancing with the music.

"I'm too sexy for my car, too sexy for my car

Too sexy by far

And I'm too sexy for my hat

Too sexy for my hat, what d'you think about that?

I'm a model, ya know what I mean?"

At this point he began to strut down the pool table, swinging his hips like a professional, pout complete.

"And I do my little turn on the catwalk

Yeah, on the catwalk, on the catwalk, yeah

I shake my little touche on the catwalk

I'm too sexy for my, too sexy for my, too sexy for my......

Pietro leapt out of the grasp of Mindy and laughed again.

"Cause I'm a model, ya know what I mean?

And I do my little turn on the catwalk

Yeah, on the catwalk, yeah, on the catwalk, yeah

I shake my little touche on the catwalk

I'm too sexy for my cat, too sexy for my cat

Poor pussy, poor pussy cat

I'm too sexy for my love, too sexy for my love

Love's going to leave me

And I'm too sexy for this song!"

"Pietro, I'll be your pussy cat!" someone called from the speedster's grown audience.

"Ah, but I'm too sexy for my pussy cat!" Pietro crowed, dipping his head and raising his arms, clicking his fingers whilst he ever so slowly twisted his hips.

"Get off my pool table Maximoff!" Duncan yelled, his brows knitted together in a frown.

"Too sexy for this party!" Pietro smirked, leaping off the table and landing ungracefully on his ass. Pietro immediately cracked up laughing.

Toby shook his head, yes that scene could definitely have been avoided, if he'd noticed that Pietro had managed to grab hold of a bottle of rum. But like he had thought before, what would be the fun in that?