The sign "Welcome to Miami" towered over the car. "Woo-hoo," two-bit yelped, getting up from the car seat, "We made it." They found a motel and got a room. Dallas drove most of the way so he was pretty tired. Two-bit, on the other hand, was not tired at all. It was around 6:30 in the evening. They didn't stop for food for the last 5 hours, and were pretty hungry.

"Who is for going to get something to eat?" Soda said, putting down his duffle bag down, and turning to face the guys. Two-bit jumped from his seat, "we should go clubbing. We can get food there as well." Soda rolled his eyes "you and your suggestions." Two-bit pouted "don't tell me you are going to be in Miami and not hit the clubs."

"I might actually agree with him … for once," Steve said reluctantly, leaning against the counter and propping his head on his hand. Pony was watching them, not saying anything, he knew his opinion is not going to matter. He wasn't thrilled about going to a club but he knew Dallas will have the final say. "He's got a point," Dallas said coolly – "Miami is famous for its clubs."

"Ok," Soda grabbed the car keys, "let's drive around to find some clubs."

"No need to drive around," two-bit snickered and started walking towards the door, "They are all on South Beach Boulevard."

"Where'd you learn that?" Dallas smirked and got two-bit in a headlock.

"In school of course," two-bit wiggled his eyebrows, getting out of Dally's grip, and Johnny chuckled.

They arrived at the South Beach Boulevard. There was loud music heard from all the different directions. They drove up to the place called LIV. "Let's try this one," two-bit said knowingly, as if he was an expert on clubs.

"Might as well," Soda agreed turning the ignition off.

They walked in. The place was dark and loud, people were dancing everywhere, but there were also some tables. Two-bit ran right to the bar, while the rest of the guys took a table and were studying the menus.

Right as two-bit was getting his orange daiquiri, the door opened and then shut with a slam. As 3 tall men wearing masks and holding out guns ran into the room. "All on the floor," one of the men yelled in a raspy voice. Everybody started yelling in fear and getting on the floor. Dallas hesitated a little, but Soda motioned for him to get on the floor next to him. The rest of the guys and Sophia got on the floor too.

At this very moment the guy ran to the bar and grabbed two-bit. Two-bit made a sound as the guy grabbed him around his neck and pointed the gun to his head. "Anybody moves he's gone." He kept holding two-bit while the other 2 guys proceeded to force the bartender to give them the money.

In the meantime Dallas pinched Soda, and when Soda looked, Dallas lifted up his shirt revealing the gun stuck under his belt. He must've kept it since the time they robbed the casino in Vegas, Soda realized. "Back me up," Dallas whispered. Soda's eyes grew huge, but he moved so he was blocking Dally from the view. In the meantime the one guy was still holding two-bit while the other two were loading a plastic bag with money.

Out of nowhere Dallas took a shot at the guy that was holding two-bit. He was good at this, he aimed at the guy's hand and he got just that. The guy cursed, letting two-bit go, and fell on the floor. Two-bit was shaking, but he quickly grabbed his unfinished drink and hit the other guy on the head with the glass the glass broke and the guy's head started to bleed. He fell on the floor next to the other guy, as he was falling he pulled the trigger on his gun aiming for two-bit but he missed. The third guy was still packing the money while pointing the gun at the crowd from time to time. It was clear that he was panicking not sure if he should help his friends or proceed with the money. Two-bit looked at Dallas not sure what to do next, but Dallas pointed for him to get on the floor which he did.

The third guy was done with the money, and started running to the door, leaving his 2 friends behind. At this moment the door opened and 5 huge cops ran into the room. They were pointing guns and their sticks. They grabbed the guy right away. Then they turned the lights on so it was really bright in the room, and Dallas squinted a few times, letting his eyes adjust to the light.

The cops grabbed the other two guys and pulled them to their feet and led them outside. People started to get up from the floor still yelling and shaking and being in shock. Dallas and the guys got up from the floor as well. "Good going, two-bit," Soda smiled, dusting off his shirt and his jeans. Two-bit didn't reply, he was still shaking.

At this moment the bar manager walked up to Dallas. His hair was messed up, and the expression on his face was a mix of terror and relief. He grabbed Dally's hands - "Thanks man, if not for you these three would've gotten away with all the cash. What can I do for you?" Dallas smirked and took out a cigarette, and only seeing how his hands shook so slightly one would realize that he was nervous, otherwise there were no signs of it in his facial expression. "How 'bout a free dinner?" he clenched his jaw.

"You want to eat after this?" Steve frowned.

"Sure do," Dally replied, a stern look on his face, "it took a lot of energy I'm starving." That made Soda smile.

"That would be no problem," the manager replied.

"Oh, and an orange daiquiri for this one," Dallas pointed at two-bit, "and a Captain Morgan for the rest of us."

The food arrived soon, and the guys and Sophia were sitting in a totally empty room, eating. Sophia was visibly shaken by what happened. "Just our luck, I guess," Dallas took a sip of his drink.

"Shoot, I didn't even get to dance," two-bit pouted, twirling the glass with the drink in his hand, and Steve snorted.

At this moment Pony realized that Dally ordered drinks for all of them. Did it mean he was going to have to drink alcohol? He had beer before and didn't like it but this was different and he was kind of curious. As if reading his thoughts Dally turned to him and smirked, "drink up, you too Johnny." Pony and Johnny exchanged looks, and Pony took a sip. Immediately his eyes started watering and he started coughing. Dally started laughing. "It tastes disgusting," Pony made a face, moving the glass with the drink aside, "it's bitter."

"Try this stuff," two-bit pushed his half filled glass down the table. Pony took a sip, "oh, this is actually sweet."

"You can have it," two-bit chuckled. In the meantime Johnny tried his drink and wrinkled his nose, "yeah, this is bitter."

"One more orange daiquiri," two-bit yelled at the bartender.

When they got back to the hotel it was about midnight, but no one felt like sleeping. They just talked about what happened and some other stuff. When morning hit they felt tired and decided to stay in, ordering room service for food, though the hotel food wasn't that good.

By evening everyone was tired of being cooped up inside. "I hope this doesn't sound wrong," two-bit cleared his throat, "but I think we should try again."

"Try what again?" Steve turned around to face him.

"Try another club. I mean, it's Miami. We just had bad luck yesterday." Two-bit mumbled, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot…