Christian and Edge sat in the back seat, arms folded and eyes glaring at the back of Kurt's head. He looked back in the rearview mirror to check on them.

"What the hell is wrong with you guys!?" he exclaimed, noting their scowls.

"Well, you know I can't think of anything wrong except the fact that I was having a pleasant evening and then someone RUINED IT!" Christian almost yelled from his spot, next to Edge.

"Christian and I are a BIT perturbed that you would do this, Mr. Olympian, if that is your true name, which I am assuming it is not." Edge retorted, haughtily, sticking his nose in the air.

"Yeah, Edgeward and I are a little angry. So, if you would, please turn the car around and let us go back to the bar, where we can continue to woo women with our superior intellect!" Christian was turning pink with anger. Kurt stopped the car suddenly, causing the two blondes to fly forward and bash their heads into the seats in front of them. He grimaced.

"Uh....oops. Sorry guys." Kurt's blue eyes looked at the motionless blondes with fear. "Oh god, I killed them! Even if they were smarter than me, I didn't want them to die!" Tears began to stream down his face. He pulled over on the side of the small road and opened the back doors to look at his friends. Grabbing Edge by the hair, he unbuckled the seatbelt and pulled him onto the sidewalk. He repeated it with Christian and sat, cradling the younger brother's motionless body. "Oh Christian...you were so young." he wailed. "Life held so much for you." He turned to Edge, dropping Christian back onto the sidewalk, where his head smacked against the concrete. "Oh Edge...you were so...tall and pretty. Girls loved you until you opened your mouth!" His sobs made passersby stare and raise eyebrows.

"Kurtski...what the hell are you doing?" Christian popped up from the ground, rubbing the back of his head. "Where are we? I thought we were gonna pick up some chicks?" Kurt stared at him in disbelief.

"You're alive?" He stammered, "And...what did you call me?" he cried excitedly. Christian's blue eyes looked glazed over once again. Edge groaned and sat up, as people stopped to stare at the three men on the sidewalk.

"Dude, this headache is killer!" He exclaimed. "Where are all the pretty ladies?" His confused brown eyes scanned the narrow street. "Where are we?" He turned to Kurt, who was incredulous. "Uh.. dude, can you take us back to the club? We're missing the par-tay!" Kurt smiled and nodded, glad to have his old, dumb friends back.

"Sure Edgeward, I'll take you back right away." Edge scrunched his face.

"What did he call me?" he asked his younger sibling as they crawled back into the car.

"Dude, I think Kurt went a little loco." Christian said, shrugging. "I speak Spainese." he smiled to himself, proud that he had managed to learn something. They pulled back into the parking lot of the club and girls lined both sides of the car, cheering for the safe return of the blonde brothers. Edge got out of the car and smoother back his hair.

"Oh Edgeward, I was sooooo worried about you I thought that Olympian or whatever hurt you!" A woman cooed as he passed her. He turned to look at Christian, curiously.

"Dude, these chicks totally want us!" he whispered. "How you doin'?" he asked a redhead nearby. She raised an eyebrow.

"Hey scorchcake!" Christian said, in what he thought was a sexy voice, but the girl just laughed at him. The crowd of women slowly dwindled and soon, the three were left standing alone in a parking lot. Edge and Kurt continued on, but Christian pouted and sat down on the steps. He ran a hand through his long hair and sighed. "Girls will just never get it, will they. Why do they all have to be so totally heinous?"

"Boys are all such total reekizoids!" he heard a voice behind him. A girl stomped out of the club and almost ran over Christian as he sat, moping. "Oh ,sorry." She apologized when she saw him.

"Uh... hey. Are you ok, dude...ette?" She smiled warmly and sat down next to him.

"Yeah, just boys are dumb. There's this guy in there that made fun of my sunglasses and told me I looked like his little brother in them! Can you believe that!?" She pulled the large frames out of her bag. "I think I look totally rad in them!" Christian's eyes widened.

"I think you look h-o-t- uh...e? in them. Big crazy-ass sunglasses rule all." he exclaimed, pulling his own pair out of his pocket. The girl smiled and ran a hand through her curly brown hair.

"Can I buy you a drink?" She asked, smiling. He nodded, then rubbed the back of his head, which was still sore.

"As long as it's rum and Edge."