Panty smiled gleefully in success. She couldn't believe her skill nor how she had gotten her way so easily. Maybe it was because she didn't know about how much respect her sister held for her, or how much Brief worshiped the floor she walked, but she wasn't going to spit in a willing face, usually. Maybe if she pushed her luck a bit more, she could get more reactions out of them, like a fight or a complete hatred for the other. This was all too much fun.

Driving in a generally erratic way which was known from Panty, she took small glances towards the two traitors in the back and smiled, not even concerned about the road ahead. And each time Panty looked back, she couldn't help but want to stare in delight at the wondrous scene playing behind her. Both Brief and Stocking sat far away from each other, looking out the window; both a whimsical expression on their face. They looked forlorn, a bit embarrassed too, and this was too much. Panty wanted to laugh triumphantly; to rub Stocking's face into the dust as she and Brief danced over her; to slam on the brakes for an abrupt surprise. And as much as she wanted to do all of these, she held it in, waiting for her more devious plots to play out later.

This new awkward scene was a game for Panty, and it would be nothing more than a game. She knew something was up, and her immediate conclusion was that Stocking was in love. And as adorable as that sounded, it still disgusted her; made her want to show Stocking the error of her simpleton ways. Love wasn't something angels held for mere mortals. Maybe infatuation or a moment of weakness, but never such an engulfing feeling as love. But of course, she didn't know and wouldn't know of such a feeling as love, because it didn't make sense to her. Why fall in love with one person when you can have as many as you want? Once you're all done with that one person and they are done with you, move on. There is no such thing as love, and for Panty, she figured there never will be. And Panty loved it. Without anything to tie her down to this pathetic world, Panty was able to do what she liked and what she pleased, and what was better than that? Love was simply a chain to hold down the weaker of the nation and allow the stronger half, the Panty half, to fly away in a blazing victory. So she figured.

But Panty didn't hate her sister, it was more like a mere love-hate relationship. Times they egged each others nerves, others they were always together. But there was a reason why it was a love-hate relationship. And Panty was the hate. Panty relished in the sight of seeing her sister's face adorned with a scowl, or hearing a lecture attempt thrown towards her. It made her laugh each time Stocking tried to reform her, or to teach Panty some sense because Panty knew it would never work. And what a better way then teach her sister that Panty would never change then taking her man? It sounded mean, even cruel, but it was so devilishly tantalizing, how could she possibly resist?

Reaching the scene of the crime, Panty jumped out of the front, already whipping off her undergarments, prepared for lecherous scum to jump out at her. Stocking, however, slipped out of the car and brushed off crumbs from her dress and slowly pulled a stocking from her thigh. Of course, lastly, following close behind Stocking, Brief shakily stepped out of the car, thinking of how he made the wrong decision in coming with, yet seemingly enraptured at Stocking's slow strip.

Panty grimaced at this disgusting sight, but quickly smiled coyly. Walking around Panty walked towards Brief and smiled brighter as if she was actually happy in seeing him, and saddled her waist up next to him, "So... You gonna' help us or what? I mean, you don't have to. I could always go for a nice after-battle sex... "

Brief glanced towards Panty and blushed a beat red and mumbled something too quiet for anyone to hear, but this was a perfect opportunity. Panty leaned in closer, closer, closer until she was against Brief's chest and whispered, "What was that?"

Shaking a bit out of complete ecstasy, Brief repeated his mumble, this time his stutter more prominent then before, "A-Ah, w-w-well yo-ou see... Um, we-ll... I-I... P-P-P-Pan-n-n-t-t-y..." but before Brief could finish his sentence, Stocking whipped off her stocking and formed her trusty sword and yelped loudly at the two cuddling figures, "Get it over with, we have work to do..."

Panty smirked victoriously, hearing the irritated sound in Stocking's voice was too much, like stealing a young man's virginity. Panty moaned a quiet disapproval and leaned in closer into Brief, "Can't you handle this one, Stocking? Me and Brief want to spend some time," and with a short pause and a flick of an eyelash at Brief, Panty continued, "alone"

Stocking looked back and glared at Brief, but quickly at Panty, "You're joking. Alone?"

"Well, me and Brief never get time alone with you around, and I think it is time we start to bond. Besides you can handle an itty bitty monster can't you? Been eating too many cakes have you? Getting a little fat, huh?" Panty mocked, reminding Stocking of her past incident with cakes and demons.

Flaring up in anger, Stocking stormed off, slashing at anything that got in her way. And all Panty could do was chuckle to herself and wrap a comforting arm around Brief's neck. Who was to stop her now? "Um... P-Panty..."

Surprised, Panty looked at Brief, his voice interrupting her train of thought. She scowled at him and pushed him away, "What do you want, Geek boy?"

Brief glanced around nervously and twiddled his thumbs together, appearing as defenseless as a mouse, "Um, well... You should really help your sister... Having a family is a great thing, and you guys should be more closer together... Really... I would help, but... Um... Well... You should just go and help... No one is as good as you are in fighting, and I think she would like you there... Plus, I will always be there to help you, I promise... I would never let you fall..." and as he said more, the more quiet he got.

What is this she is hearing? Brief sticking up for Stocking! Really? Panty stared in shock at Brief, completely surprised at his attempt in getting her, Panty, to change. How silly. And with a sick laugh, she turned from Brief and began to follow after her sister, yelling behind her, "I really don't understand why we keep you around, you are nothing more than a used up condom," but she was glad she had turned to follow after Stocking. She didn't want Brief to see her blush. That betraying blush that admitted that she was happy. Happy that someone cared about her, Panty.