Chp 2 Night out. Beginning will stink but get better.

NOW, to the 3 reviewers. I asked for ideas about what the night out would be like. Read more carefully.

x20vision: she finished her sentence in the next chapter update 'is garden'

Golden author: u blab what I said and u DIE!!!

Luscie-person (sorry) wow… u liked it?! Wow

AND NOW IT STARTS note. Subliminal messages ahead

"FREEDOM!!!!" Squall yelled, as he ran off the train, earning the glances of freaked out passer-byes. review. The others got off next.

"Hey, Zell, pay up. Now." Irvine demanded.

"NO! You probably made a deal with him, just to get back at me for-"

"Zell, just pay the man!"

"NONONONONONONONONO!"

"What's, wrong with Squall?" Selphie asked as she got off their train, with genuine concern. review.

"Gee, Selph, lets think here." Seifer said mockingly.

(flashback)

"Train train take us away, Train train take us away……"

Squall, slamming his head mercilessly against the wall, as the boys watched amusedly.

"Please. Stop. Singing song. Must knock. Self. Out." he muttered.

"10 bucks says he lasts 10 more minutes. Place your bets, guys." Zell smirked.

"I'll say, mm, 20 minutes."

(end flashback)

"Common guys we hafta check in to the hotel first. Then you can go get drunk."

Selphie said cheerfully, as she jumped up and down on one foot.

Irvin put his arm, around Selphie, and acted like he been severely insulted

"Now Sefie, we don't get drunk, we merely…express our selves and get rid of pre-show jitters. Now, if we drink in the process, it is merely, getting us in good humor for….other events." he said with a smile.

He probably would of gotten further. If, that is, a facial twitching Seifer didn't walk up and smack him upside the head.

"Irvine, why don't we let the others go first, and we'll catch up. And we can have a little talk about things we can and, cannot do." Seifer said menacingly.

Irvine gulped, knowing exactly what happened to Selphie's ex. "S-s-sure S-s-seifer."

"That's good. Now, lets go get those bags."

Sucked I know. 9:00 That night, Deling's Night Life.

Squall's POV

Question are answered

"Tell me again why I'm doing this." I questioned Zell. He let out one of his annoying 'how stupid are you' sighs

"Weren't you listening to Irvine? We, meaning you, need to loosen up. We can't have you being so cold to people. Besides, I know a great tattoo and body-piercing parlor around here. Seifer seemed really interested."

"Whatever."

"See, that what I mean you gotta loosen up. You gotta get a girlfriend," I silenced by way of a Triple Patented Glare Of Death. Not a faked one. I was seriously pissed. Why? Don't ask. "Sorry" he muttered.

"Whatever."

"Hey guys look who's here! It's the Cowboy, baby!!"

Irvine said as he ran in.

"Dude, what are you wearing? You look like a hillbilly!

Irvine's eyes flared wide open. "Well, Zell first off it's Cowboy, not hillbilly! And at least I don't look like a punk with shorts 20 times to big!" he retorted.

"PUNK!! You fricking hillbil-

"Shut up." I said coldly. But Irvine did look pretty cool