Wow…sorry about the delay. I hate when life gets busy, but I guess that's what keeps it interesting. As always, thanks to all the super spectacular reviews! I can't believe we're already in chapter 10! Hope you enjoy this one! I also apologize about the short length ('that's what he said!'…sorry, couldn't help myself)..But it was a little idea that came to me spur of the moment. Much Sydney and Jack goodness!

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Chapter 10: Fake ID and the Big 3

"Hey Syd." Jack called as he stepped into Sydney's room. "Yeah?" She looked over to him as he leaned in the doorway.

"You got 50 bucks I can borrow?" He asked nonchalantly as Sydney scoffed, "Not for you."

"C'mon. The band needs a new amp. I'm 50 short. I'm gunna pay you back!" Jack protested as Sydney gave him an unconvinced look, "That's what you all say! Every time I give you guys money, none of you pay it back. Nuh uh, the Bank of Sydney is closed." It was true that she was the only one to save any money earned from chores and therefore was always the subject of hustling from her broke brothers. Not her fault that she was the practical one.

"Ah come on." Jack groaned, turning to walk out of the room, knowing it was hopeless.

"Hey, you still doing that open mic tonight?" Sydney called before he could leave. He turned and replied, "Yea, down at Club Uno. It's an 18 and older club so no, you can't come." Jack chuckled, already knowing she would ask to go watch him perform. "Damn. Maybe next time?" She asked hopefully. Jack gave a quick smile and nod, "Yeah."

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The audience clapped as Jack finished his song and made his way offstage. "Hey! Awesome job!" A voice spoke behind him as Jack whirled around.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He asked, puzzled as his younger, under-age sister stood before him with a Cheshire grin. "I know a guy who works here. He let me in since you're my brother. Pretty cool huh?"

Jack didn't look convinced. "Oh yea? What's his name?" He challenged, having been acquainted with most of the club's employees. Sydney shuffled her feet, "John..James..Jason..something like that."

Jack raised his eyebrow. "Let me see it." He said, holding out his hand without having to tell her what he wanted. Sydney let out a groan of defeat, "Fiiine." She opened her purse and pulled out the ID. Jack took it, inspecting it thoroughly before looking back at her. "You made yourself 19." He stated before looking back at the fake card. "Yeah, so?" Sydney replied back, reaching her hand out to take it back but Jack pulled it out of her reach before speaking again, "If you're going to make a fake ID, why would you make yourself under 21?" Jack asked as if it was the most logical thing in the world.

Sydney sighed before replying, "Yeah, originally it was supposed to be 21…but the guy who made it screwed up on the dates…don't think he knows how to count or something…" It seemed that if you were in the fake ID processing business that you would be able to at least get fake birth years right…Only shows the height of incompetence in the world…or at least why the guy couldn't get a real job.

Jack couldn't help but laugh before replying in a serious tone, "Well that's good then. You shouldn't be having one of these anyways." He said, motioning to the card before he started to walk away. "Hey, wait a minute!" Sydney called after him as she started to follow him.

"Don't go all Big Three on me now! You're supposed to be the cool one!" She continued to call after him. The Big Three; also known as the three oldest brothers: Bobby, Jerry, and Angel. The ones that never let her get away with anything and seemingly made it a goal to take the fun out of her life. Jack was the youngest of the boys…closer in age to Sydney…making him the 'fun' brother by default. He never gave a flying F over the things she did as long as she didn't cause herself immediate harm. No, there was no way he could go against the Mercer family hierarchy now!

"The Big Three? Nah, you're lucky I don't pass this along to the Head of State!" Jack called back, laughing at her. Naturally, the Head of State could only be one person: Ma.

"You better not!" Sydney protested as Jack stopped, turning back around to face her. "Oh yeah?" He challenged, keeping the ID out of her reach, an amused smile on his face. "Yea! You gotta give it back." She informed him matter-of-factly, crossing her arms.

Jack stared at her for a moment, a grin plastered on his face. "Sooo…How about that 50 bucks?" He replied as Sydney scowled, "No way." He definitely had been hanging around with their older brothers too much. Their crafty ways were starting to rub off on him. Hustling, swindling, con-artists. "I don't like to get swindled."

Jack shrugged and turned to walk off again, "Ok, you're funeral." Sydney let out a frustrated sigh, "Fine!" Jack turned back around, grinning madly as he knew he had won.

He ignored her sharp glare as he replied in a mocking voice, "Always a pleasure doing business with you little sis."

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Even though it was short, I still hope it was good. ? . I'm never sure on these things. Anyone catch the one line from a famous 1951 film? You'll get 10 gold stars and a free cookie if ya know it. Haha sorry, I'm a sucker for the old black and whites!

Anywho, in regards to the poll, I decided to close it since it looks like Caucasian won by a landslide. And sorry about the crappy name for the club…Club Uno? Yeah, I stole it from a club here in my town…first thing that came into mind! Haha.

Well, until next time…Reviews are always amazing! :D