It was all his fault. Don Wei, who once was her father, has insulted her too many times. She had enough of that. How a man could change so much? How can be so indifferent? So heartless?...
She tried. She wanted to affect him and show him her strength. But, even if she had done her best, it still wasn't enough... How cruel...
And then she woke up with enormous headache, a desert in her throat and, what was most terrifying, a boy in her bed. The boy was her teammate. Her gunner. Her partner in racing. Her friend. Jordan...
How big was their little celebration that she ended up totally drunk and with her best friend in the same bed?
She looked at herself, standing in front of her bunk in shock. She wore her typical night clothes. Good thing, she wasn't naked. Then she turned to the teenage who was still dreaming. He had clothes on him as well. Peacefully sleeping, clinging to the pillow in his hands, snoring. A sigh of relief escaped her lungs. Maybe nothing bad happened.
She sat on the ground, leaning against the wall. Still observing two-tone haired boy she reached for a bottle of water that was standing on a small night table. Drinking slowly, she started to recall the events from the day before...

flashback

It was after their race against Para-Dice. Eva aka. Molly was so happy along with Jordan that they'd won another race together. Of course their good spirit must have been turned away by their oh-so-great team manager. Even though the mechanics, Koji and Stan, greeted them and congratulated their victory, there was something like depressing aura in the air. She couldn't stand it.
When they were about to hide in their rooms, Molly called her partner.
- Hey, Jordan? - he turned to her immediately. - What would you say about having a drink, hm?
His eyebrows lifted. Having a drink?
- Oh, well... I'm not so sure Don would...
- Oh, come on! - she waved her hand, annoyed. But then she added with a smirk: 'It's time we have a little fun.' We don't need that old jerk to tell us what we have to do in free time, do we?
The gunner sighed. Then smiled.
- We don't.
- Great! See you here in fifteen minutes!
- O-okay!
He walked into his room and closed the doors. Something was just weird.
First: What is between Molly and Don..? It felt that they've known each other for long time but don't get along well. On the other hand, it doesn't make any sense since it's obvious, from the man's behavior, that they can't. It's complicated...
Second thing: Having a drink, again... He didn't know if here, on Alwas, hey had some alcohol or something. Anyway, she asked it. Whatsoever, how old was she? And is it even legal here for non-matured to drink...
And the last thing... Did she actually ask him to go out..? Together? To a bar or something? Really, he was going out with a girl!
His heart flipped under that thought and a little bit of heat flew on his cheeks. He and Molly..?
He shook his head. No, no, no... They are partners. He wouldn't feel anything more than a good friendship, would he? Besides, their manager wouldn't allow such relationship appear in his team...
"No! Stop thinking about it! - he thought to himself as he started to prepare. - You're just going with her for a drink. A friendly meeting. Not a big deal."
Even though, he finally convinced himself that it wouldn't be something more, he thought that he could put on a little more smart outfit. Plain polo shirt and jeans should be okay here.
As he reached his suitcase, he saw there a bottle of cologne. He'd taken it for a special occasion. His mom liked him to use it sometime. Maybe... Well, it could be that occasion... He opened it blankly. Small drop haven't caused any harm to anybody...

Molly didn't have such problems. As always, she was thinking about her 'loving' father. She made up her mind that if he eventually found out who she really is, she would scream at him and make it clear that her years in that boarding prison-school was the worst thing a parent could do to a child... And mention Maya... And tell him how low he'd gone in being a 'social animal'. How bad father we was and still appears to be. She would like to see him suffer... just like she did.
Taking off her pants she got rid of those thoughts. She put on another - black trousers in which she escaped from Stern...
No, no thinking about it.
With a sigh she forced herself to smile. Good thing she had her partner. Sometime really annoying, too curious, hot-headed and maybe a little dorky, but still - a friend with who you can talk with. His cheerful smile could mean to her more than she expected...
She quickly brushed her hair and walked out of room. At the same time, the doors beside opened. Molly and Jordan shared smile and headed towards the exit.
As they were passing the Whizzing Arrow II, the mechanics, repairing it, caught their sight.
- Oi, kids! Where're'ya going? - Stan shouted friendly, stopping welding. The two halted.
- Out. - was the girl's answer. She waved him and gave Jordan encouraging look to go.
- We'll be back soon! - the boy said, following his partner.
Stan and Koji exchanged simpers. The man with glasses chuckled.
- Yea, we get it. Have fun!

As the two started walking toward city, Molly smelled something. It wasn't intense, but somehow easily noticeable. And attractive... She remained silent and pulled herself a little towards Jordan. As she inhaled, an approving smirk appeared on her lips. And her sudden move caused their arms to brush against each other, but she obliviously let it go.
Jordan noticed it, nevertheless. He peeked at her surprised a bit. She acted like it was unintentionally, but her face wore an expression that exposed different opinion. Anyway, their silence was a bit 'sticky' and he didn't like it.
- What's so funny, Molly?
She turned to him, winked with the answer: 'You just smell good.' and turned her head from him.
He grinned widely with pride for himself. Little effort pays off double.

The two young humans sat by a bar. The same one, they had their little incident with first adversary. The scrub bartender, who exactly remembered the two Earthlings, started to look around with growing fear to find potential trouble. Eva recognized his concern and smiled at him.
- Nothing to worry, old man. We're just here to drink. We won't cause any troubles.
They saw his expression change and a wide, toothless smile that was sent to them. His figure appeared to oddly look younger.
- So, Little One, same as before? - he asked, shaking some mixture of unknown liquids in his tentacle-like limbs.
- Sure! It was great! But today add more grenade, mkay? - an evil smirk appeared on her face. That one, when a teenage does something which is not necessarily admissible or legal.
- And for you, my boy? - thus far silent, Jordan blinked twice. He didn't know any of drinks here. He even wasn't sure if after drinking any of those he would be still alive. Besides, he liked to consider himself a tough-guy type and act like one, but truly his inner voices often prohibited any outstanding behavior and rebellious acts. After all, he'd been trained in strict conditions for at least three years. What's more, his family assured him rather moral upbringing. He wasn't a saint, that's for sure. But some acts performed by his friends he considered sometimes as repulsive.
And now he was standing in front of one choice: push himself into one of that 'repulsive' manner but undeniably have some kind of fun and adrenaline from doing something against himself, or... let his ego be bruised in front of a younger and more confident girl who visibly don't even give a damn on any inner voices that fights within her, is she possibly had them...
No. Yes..? No, definitely no! Oh, come on! You don't have to became a 'happy little boozer' at the first place. Just be the best drink-mate for your partner, as you can.
A moment after the bartender asked him question, the boy smiled blankly.
- Nothing boozy, for now, pal. Just... give me something that will calm my nerves.
Old scrub took a glance between the boy and his friend. Maybe something had formed in his knowing mind that made him smile at them... Just maybe.
- You got it.