***Author's Notes***

Well. what can I say? Gomen, gomen, GOMEEENNN!!! ^^; Seriously, it's been, like. a year probably that I haven't continued this? (Or any other of my fics, for that matter) I just haven't the time and the inspiration to continue all of my fics, so sorry for that. Not that it matters too much, ne?

I'm very much aware that Tokiya's so out of character but what else can I do? ^^; If you don't like the way he's acting, then just. black it out or something! xD;; Anyways, please R&R Doy, I hope that I remember the plot of Coyote Ugly -_-; Plus I'll be adding scenes and editing them according to where they seem appropriate ^_~

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The success of Fuuko's "experiment" in singing was inspiring everyone and Coyote Ugly was more fun than Fuuko had ever thought. Even Peril seemed to be mellowing down to her a little. Thank God, I don't like being hated, Fuuko thought, singing to Do As Infinity's "Faces". [A little Japanese song there ^_~ Great song, too. Listen to it.]

"What the hell is this song?" Peril asked, a little peeved. Well. even if she did hate me, I guess it's better now that I have Jo on my side, Fuuko thought again, grinning.

"Whatever it is, it's entertaining the customers, huh?" Jo said, filling in mugs with drinks.

"That's right," Emerald said, grinning and sharing a secret smile with Fuuko. After all, she and Fuuko had been from the same origin and country. How could she forget her Japanese culture?

Fuuko grinned and continued singing. "Itsu muboubi jidaimedatte, oshieraretano~"

As she continued singing, her eyes were temporarily blinded by the flashing of a camera. She blinked, not sure if she's still able to see. Making sure she's not blind, she continued singing although she was careful not to fall of the bar table. Who the heck would take my picture? she thought incredulously. For all she know, it might be Tokiya, but then again, he's not the type to gush all over her like that.

"That's the critics again," Jo hollered over the noise. "You better be on your best behavior."

With that, the song ended, and Fuuko snorted. "Best behavior? You've got to be kidding me! Sure, all the mommies would want their daughters to dance on table top and wearing these clothes."

"Well, excuse me, I happen to like and own a lot of these kind of clothes," Jo snapped back, grinning. "Oh, you'll get used to all these nutcases trying to take your pictures anyway. How come your boobs are so big?"

"What the hell?!" Fuuko yelled, slapping Jo with a wet towel she had used to clean the table at first.

"Don't tell me your boyfriend haven't said anything about that," Jo said devilishly.

Fuuko blushed and slapped another wet towel at Jo.

"Speaking about boyfriends, don't you ever bring him in here. Who knows what'll happen?" Jo said. "That's a rule, y'know."

Emerald nodded. "Yeah, don't ever cross that rule. I'm serious. Recca stumbled in here once, and. well, that did not go well, lemme tell you that."

Fuuko snorts. "Eh, I don't think Tokiya's very possessive like that."

"He's a babe, though," Peril said, joining in the conversation.

"Ahem~" Fuuko said, grinning and sticking her tongue out. "Go get your own Oriental babe, girl."

Peril grinned devilishly. "They'd be running to me, actually."

"Yeah, yeah, get to work, we don't want the critics to say we're slacking off," Jo growled, back in business mode.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Fuuko jumped on top of the table once again. Sigh, I cleaned it too. Why do I even bother? she thought. Dancing and smiling for the camera, she waved over to a few "regulars" at the bar as she "struts her stuff".

Little did she know her father was witnessing all her work going on.

When she finally noticed him, she realized that it was too late and he's seriously pissed. Oh, shit!

"Sorry, Jo, gotta go for a sec!" Fuuko ran out of the bar as Jo shouted at her, "It better not be about Tokyo or whatever his name is!"

Fuuko was too worried to care.

***

"DAD!" she yelled into the phone. She had been unable to reach him when she ran out of the bar. How the heck his dad learned how to run faster than she did, she has no idea. "Come on, don't stay silent on me. It's awkward."

"Like hell it is. Seeing you dance in that place's awkward."

"Dad," she said pleadingly. "You can't be serious! I finally found a job that I'm good at and I thought that I finally fit in. You can't do this to me."

"A job that you're good at?!" her dad bellowed. "Since when did I teach you to become a total slut?"

"GOD, dad!" she said, exasperate. "It's. just a job. It's not like I sleep with every customer or something like that."

She can imagine her dad's face right now. "Don't. You. Ever. Say. That. Again."

"I won't if you forgive me."

He snorted.

She groaned. "I know you're falling apart right now. You're probably eating fried chicken or something when you're not supposed to," she said accusingly, grinning and trying to see if it's hopeless.

"Uh. well. hmm, I think I hear Perry calling me," he said, scoffing. His tone was still cold. He hung up.

"." Fuuko groaned. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! Gah. I can't believe him."

She slammed the phone down, frustrated. "Ack, I'm late for job." Not that it matters anyways, Fuuko thought, rolling her eyes. When has it ever matter?

She arrived at Coyote Ugly and once again did her "routine" and singing along to jukeboxes. That's all she could ever do-she never really did overcome her stage fright, she found out. She tried singing her song once in front of the bar and she couldn't do it. The words wouldn't come out. Maybe she's just meant to sing along with the jukebox. Maybe they were destined for each other. Maybe.

Frank, one of the regulars, managed to get up on the bar table and was dancing with Fuuko before she realized it was happening. "Hey, hey, hey, stay back and get off the table top, mister," she said, grinning evilly. "You're not allowed here."

Frank just laughed and Fuuko realized with disgust that the guy's drunk. As usual. There's a bad side to serving these people. she thought, trying to push Frank away from her. He's dangerously closing on her as she's trying to follow the melody of the song. "Dude, this girl's out of your league! Get off the table," Fuuko yelled as Frank put his hands on her hips. She laughed as his hands brushed her ticklish side and almost fell over doing so. She managed to grasp his shoulders just before he fell and got right back up.

Only to find that Tokiya's looking at her as if he'd just been betrayed.

Her face went pale. He couldn't be misunderstanding me with this guy! she yelled inwardly. You've got to be kidding me! You have more sense than that, Tokiya, she pleaded desperately.

Unfortunately, he doesn't. He rushed out of the bar as her face fell.

Jo caught on what was going on and she immediately frowned as she sees Fuuko (or Jersey, by her standard) runs out of the bar. She's not pleased.

***

"Not you, too!" Fuuko screamed on the streets as she stopped running after Tokiya.

Tokiya's back was facing her and she couldn't see his expression very well. She decided that he's not too pleased with what he saw. Dammit! First, dad, and now him? She groaned inwardly.

"Look, I wasn't doing anything with him, all right; what you saw was merely a stupid misunderstanding!" Fuuko claimed, annoyed. "It's probably a scene you could easily find in a stupid romance movie."

Tokiya finally faced her and she was right, he wasn't pleased. "Do you think I would be that stupid?" he said coldly. "Do you think it's fun to see your girlfriend being cozy with a regular in her working place?"

"No, I don't, but I wouldn't know because I don't have a girlfriend," Fuuko said derisively, rolling her eyes. She's getting tired of being melodramatic, and she opted for being sarcastic for now. He's not being serious, is he? Is he that stupid? "Tokiya, what you saw is exactly what you saw-nothing more than that. I fell and he happens to be near me so I grabbed him, all right?"

Tokiya snorts. "If you'd been that close to him in your work place, then imagine what happens outside work."

Fuuko's face turned white immediately after that remark. Is he hinting that she's a slut? That she sleeps with every other customer just so that she could fit in with the job? That she would do anything for money? Her face burns with embarrassment at the realization of his accusation and it also boils with anger at his implications. Didn't all the time that they spent together meant anything to him?

"FINE!" Fuuko screamed. "Whatever! Think whatever you want, I won't even try to stop you." With that she turned on her heels and stormed back into the bar.

"Jersey!" Fuuko's head spun around to see Jo glaring at her. "I told you to keep him out of this place. I don't care if he's going to bring this place more money-if it means that he's going to throw a stupid tantrum, then he's not welcomed."

Fuuko, annoyed, felt that she could've killed someone-ANYONE-right there, right then. "UGH!" she screamed. "EVERYTHING IS FALLING APART. I quit!"

Jo looked at Fuuko's retreating back in disbelief as she screamed in frustration and yelled at some people who even looked at her.

***Author's Ramblings***

Sorry if that was short and whatever ^^; I'm really busy, plus I shouldn't even be on right now, blablabla. Hope you enjoyed that. Review, onegai?