Author's Note: Jesus, I'm sorry, I haven't updated this in SO long! Forgive me D: I can only hope that this chapter will make it up to you? :3

Oh, and say what you want about my music taste, but I KNOW you love this song. :D

ONWARDS!

She Bangs - Ricky Martin

The last battle of the day had finished and all of the fighters had thrown on their gladrags and hit the club for the afterparty. Leaning on the bar, Hwoarang observed all of the women in the place. He smirked at a random blonde three stools away. She giggled, flipped her hair and winked simultaneously. Annoying maybe, but regardless, he considered bringing her back to his place after the party.

Another blonde strolled through the doors, but he wasn't interested in taking this one home.

"Steve!" he called. No answer.

"STEVE!" Still nothing.

"STEEEEEEEEEEVE! STEEEEEEEVE!!"

Finally the blonde boxer turned to see his fiery haired friend gesticulating and flailing his arms wildly.

"Oh hey. Didn't see you there," Steve said calmly, earning a glare from Hwoarang.

"Whatever. Beer?"

"Sure."

Hwoarang caught the bartender's eye and pointed to his beer, held up two fingers and winked. She flushed, giggled and hurried to get his order. There were several angry calls from the average-looking men who had ordered before him. She didn't seem to hear them.

There was a short laugh from his right side. He turned to see a woman in a lacy, but somehow still classy, mossy green dress. Her mahogany hair cascaded down her back. He recognized her, but how could he not remember the name of someone so gorgeous?

"Hwoarang, yes?" she asked in a somewhat disapproving tone.

"Yes. And you are...YOU are..." he drew out his words, panicking as he searched for her name in his mind.

"Julia, mate," whispered Steve from his left.

"YOU are Julia."

She scoffed.

"Thank God your friend was here to help." With that she graciously thanked the bartender for the drink slammed on the bar in front of her. The bartender simply glared. With one last disgusted look at Hwoarang, she left, swaying her hips in a way that made him wonder if she was doing it intentionally to entice him.

"Hey, wait!"

She turned and said, "What?"

He regained his earlier confidence, his smirk fixed onto his lips.

"Well you've got to let me apologize properly. How about we go on a date sometime, baby?"

After sizing him up with her honey coloured eyes for a second, she grabbed his collar and pulled him close. Mission accomplished, he thought, his smirk growing more arrogant by the second.

"No thanks, you disgust me, baby," she said, her lips brushed his ear as she whispered.

Spluttering in shock, she left Hwoarang once again.

She had gone no further than four steps when her path was intercepted by a man with black hair that was very spiky.

"Hi," he said smoothly. "My name is Jin. Can I get you a drink?"

She chuckled and shook the mojito she had in her hand.

"Oh. Well can I at least sit with you?" he said, his face slightly pink.

"Well..." she paused, thinking. What harm could it do? "Yeah, sure," she smiled.

"So, I saw you dancing back there," he started. She nodded and he carried on. "Does this mean you're...flexible?" he finished, winking and covering her hand with his. Filled with revulsion, she pulled her hand back.

She gently laid her hand on his cheek and looked into his eyes intently. Swiftly, the remains of her drink was where her hand had been. Jin wiped his dripping face, his brow furrowed in anger.

Julia felt a hand grab hers. She sighed internally. Again?

"That is no way to treat a lady, you scumbag," Lee? Lee Chaolan?

"Oh...um, thank you Mr Chaolan."

"Please, call me Lee," he said softly, planting a kiss on the back of the hand he still held. She flushed. "Oh dear, you got some of your drink on your dress."

Julia looked down and saw spatters of mojito on her green dress. She sighed again. Dammit, I paid a lot for this.

"If you care to come back to my house, perhaps we could get you out of that dress? Lovely as it is, I'm sure you'd look better without it."

Oh that's it.

Her fist came crashing into contact with his face and he fell back over the table.

"Miss Chang, wait!" he called, stepping back into her line of vision.

"Julia, stop!" Jin stood by his side.

"Baby, hold up!" Hwoarang joined.

She glared at the three men staring at her hopefully. Her eyes softened.

She watched as all three pairs of eyes fell down to her chest at the exact same moment.

"FOR GOD'S SAKE!"

With a low kick, she swept Jin's feet from under him. Hwoarang laughed. This was quickly halted by Julia's fist slamming into his mouth. Lee cowered on the floor under the table she had previously thrown him over. She did not deny herself the pleasure of driving her stiletto into his kidneys.

"Jerks!" She stormed out of the bar.

The men stood, coughing and dusting themselves off.

"...I'd still do her," Hwoarang said.

Jin and Lee simultaneously chorused "Oh God, same."