What is this? A sequel? Why yes, yes it is. Since I've gotten a bit of Reaper's Madness done – partway through the fourth chapter now – I've decided to take a break to start on something less thoughtful.

This follows So About Last Night. There will be some spoilers and references to that story, so go read it if you want? Or not. All you really need to know are that Soul and Maka are dating and that they got together after Maka got piss-ass drunk and tried to make out with him.

It'll be told in a similar style too. So, without further ado~

"Black Star?" Soul's voice echoed through the empty hall and he glanced around, feeling a bit uneasy. He had never been in the arena after closing – he had never been in the arena before, period – and the almost preternatural silence made him feel like someone was dragging nails down his spine. The entire place just felt off without anyone else there and the scythe could all too easily imagine someone standing off in the shadows watching him. They could be standing behind, breathing down his neck, and the only warning the weapon would have would be-

"Soul!" His eyes widened and he jumped a bit, startled by the sudden noise. Soul felt an immediate rush of heat rise in his cheeks and he rolled his eyes, more than a bit annoyed with himself. So uncool, the weapon thought as he jogged toward the source of the voice. Maka would never let me hear the end of it if she saw me like this.

"Black Star?" Soul slowed as he started to approach one of the women's bathrooms and he frowned, absolutely positive that he couldn't have possibly heard the assassin from in there. Why the hell would-? But he heard Black Star call out again, confirming his position, and with a small grimace the scythe pushed the door open into the ladies room. "Black Star, what the hell are you…?"

His voice trailed off as the weapon blinked. Black Star was standing by Kid, his hand on the reaper's back. Said reaper was hunched over one of the sinks, hands gripping the white porcelain tightly as his shoulders hunched forward. There was a nasty gagging noise as he kept on dry heaving and spitting into the basin. Tears were running from the corners of his eyes and he looked wan and exhausted.

"Sorry Soul." Black Star looked over at him apologetically as he rubbed Kid's back. "This was the nearest bathroom. Good thing that no one else is here, right?"

"… what." It wasn't even a question, just a flat statement of disbelief. In all the time Soul had known Kid he had thought that the reaper was, well, a reaper. A god or something close to it. Not human. Not vulnerable to human ailments. The weapon could count on one hand the number of times he had seen Kid sick (really he could count it on less than one hand because the number of times was never) and yet here he was, bent over and vomiting into a sink.

In the women's bathroom. At an empty concert hall. With Black Star.

"… what." Soul placed both hands over his face as he rubbed at his eyes. "You know that Maka and everyone else have been worried," he said, pressing his fingers together to pinch at the bridge of his nose. It was kind of a lie – the girls had noticed that Black Star and Kid were missing, but they were too occupied with trying to give Crona a makeover to really pay attention. Or something like that; the scythe had fled the moment they started to brandish lipstick at him threateningly. Part of him knew he would end up regretting that decision especially since he had been able to smell the alcohol on Maka's breath, but since Liz was there he was trying to convince himself that she would take care of the situation.

Or at least prevent all the blame from falling onto his shoulders.

"S-sorry…" Kid stuttered the word out as he slowly looked up into the mirror. He wiped at his mouth and stepped to the side to lean back against the wall. "Didn't mean to worry them."

"I'll bet," the scythe said as he arched a brow. "I'll let them know you're okay." Later. Or maybe tomorrow. Whenever they remember to ask. "So what happened?" Black Star and Kid just exchanged a glance.

"Um…"

"Well…"

"I told you about what happened with Maka." And Kid sighed at that while Black Star grinned.

"Okay, okay… Look, just don't tell the girls about this, okay?" the reaper asked, voice almost pleading. Soul just crossed his arms over his chest. "Ugh… well you can probably guess that this started with the concert tickets…"