…Oh my god. This is the second last chapter, peoples. It's coming to an end! –Cries- But I better answer your question Gouki/Hassun, because it was a good one.

Yeah, they do live in the same house. Simply, I was trying to portray Kasumi as a stereotypical teenager, which includes giving invites to everybody and their kitchen sink. Hence why she gave one to Hayate, even though he obviously knows it's her birthday, and she's having a party. Hope that answers your question. And Helena stays over lots. Again, a stereotypical teenage complex.

Well, goodbye for the second last time… at least until the next story. :)

Ayane groaned. When would she be here? If only her mother hadn't made her stay. All this giggling and pink and… eww… was making her nauseous. At least, in return for her having to stay at her stupid step-sister's stupid party, she was allowed to invite one person. It had taken a lot of work, but after telling Lisa that she should be able to spend the night in Hayate's room, she had agreed to come over.

Argh! Where in hell is she? She should be here by now. Cruel, heartless bi-atch, making me suffer all on my own.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

"I'll get it!"

Battling two of Kasumi's pink-friends out of the way, she made it to the door first. Opening it triumphantly, she sagged with relief when Lisa stepped through the doorway. With great satisfaction, she slammed the door and pushed the two pink-friends out of the way so that she and Lisa could escape to the comforting confines of her room.

"Thank god you're here, I've been going crazy with all the pinkness happening down there," Ayane sighed, flopping down onto her bed. As soon as she hit the bed, she immediately bounced up again, eyes blazing.

"What took you so long anyway, fucktard?"

"This," Lisa stated triumphantly, pulling out full bottle of Bacardi and a six pack of chocolate vodka Mudshakes.

"Oh you legend! You're forgiven… as long as half of that stuff is mine!"

"Of course, you banana skank, that's why I got it. Figured we'd need it, for sanity's sake."

"Banana skank? What the fuck, porcupine-pusher? Anyway, good idea!"

Hayate, who happened to be passing at the time, saw the stash and barged straight into the room.

"Care to share?"

"Not with you, turd-wanker," Ayane shovelled the alcohol behind her.

"Not even if me and Ryu chip in with our own efforts?"

"You mean you and Ryu bought alcohol?"

"Yes,"

"With fake IDs?"

"Yes,"

Ayane and Lisa exchanged a glance, then erupted into fits of giggles. Ayane, doubled up, clutching her stomach, managed to pant out.

"No… seriously?"

"Yes, seriously," Hayate grumbled, "Now what's so funny?"

"Just the thought of either you or Ryu, the two perfect prefects buying illegal alcohol." Ayane managed to get out.

"Look, do you want in with us or not?"

"Aight, what are you bringing?"

"Umm, well, we've got a six pack of Johnnies… um, Johnny Walkers and Cola…"

"I know what a Johnny is, you turd-wanker."

"Right, well, and we also got a bottle of Irish whisky."

"Jameson?"

"Aged 12 years."

"Excellent stuff."

"That would be why I bought it."

Meanwhile, downstairs, Ryu had made the mistake of trying to sneak through the lounge room to get a coke from the kitchen. The second he had stepped through the door way he had been practically mobbed by a horde of teenage girls. As it was he was now sitting down on the couch, squashed in between Helena and Leifang.

"So, Ryu… whatcha planning on doing tonight, eh?" A sugar-high Leifang purred.

"Well, I was-"

"Care to watch a movie with us?"

"Actually, I-"

"Excellent!" Helena exclaimed. Ryu sighed.

There was a moment's silence then…

"Makeovers!" Leifang declared happily.

As one, all the female eyes in the room turned to stare… at him.

Oh no.

"Girl's, it's been lovely, but I really must…"

"Must get a makeover? Wow! You had the same idea as me!" Leifang purred.

"No, I need…"

"Mascara!"

"No…"

"Not mascara, Leifang; he needs eye liner, eye shadow and a hint of blush." Helena pointed out scornfully.

With expressions that brooked no argument, the girls advanced on Ryu, brandishing the aforementioned make up.

"Ryu!" Hayate bellowed down the stairs.

Saved by the… bellow.

"Coming!" he shouted, leaping off the couch. Nimbly avoiding reaching hands, in three bounds he was at the foot of the staircase.

"Sorry to disappoint you, girls. Maybe later. In the meantime, Brad there looks like he could use a makeover."

Startled from his reverie, Brad looked up, too late. The advancing flock of excited girls had already reached him and pinned him down to his chair.

Smiling at Brad's half-strangled protestations, Ryu made his way up the stairs.

"In here, butt-muncher!" Ayane called from her room, "And shut the door as you come through."

Gently closing the door behind him, he turned to find Lisa sitting cross legged on the floor, pouring shots of Bacardi out into shot glasses. Ayane was sitting on her bed, empty shot glass in one hand, opened bottle of vodka Mudshake in the other. Revolving slowly, he spied Hayate lounging in the chair at Ayane's desk with a can of Johnny Walker.

"Come in and find a seat, Ryu." Hayate swept his arm in a broad gesture, indicating anywhere in the room.

"What's your pleasure Ryu?" Lisa asked, indicating the row of drinks beside her.

"Uh… a Johnny?"

"How about a Johnny and a shot of the whiskey?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever."

Several drinks later, all four of them were exceedingly tipsy. Even Ryu.

"I think we're being anti-social," declared Lisa.

"It's my sister's party; the word social doesn't enter into it."

"All the same, I think we should go down and at least make an appearance."

"Fine, fine," Ayane slurred, staggering slightly as she stood up.

Reaching the doorway, she hung onto the handle for support as she turned around to glare at everyone else.

"Well, if I'm going, you skanky lot are coming with me!"

With various curses and giggles, the four wove their way down the hallway to the staircase. Except for Ayane slipping and landing on her arse on the third step down, the journey down the staircase was uneventful.

Upon reaching the bottom, the found the room crowded with people jumping and swaying to the music. Hayate and Lisa smiled at each other, and headed out to the dance floor. Ryu turned his eyes to Ayane, extending his hand in a formal invitation.

"Would you care to dance, Miss Ayane?"

She nodded, nearly tipping over in the process. "Never knew you could dance,"

"Not usually, but I will make an exception in your case,"

As a more upbeat song began playing, she tugged him onto the dance floor, previously known as the family room. "Come on, let's go boogie!"

"Would you like another drink before we begin?" Ryu gestured towards the cans of bourbon and cola festooned across the table. A grin spread across her face as she reached over and whisked a can off the table, shaking it up before opening it in Ryu's direction.

A surprised gasp came out of Ryu's mouth as he stood there, drenched in bourbon and cola. Before she could say anything, he had grabbed a can of beer and half a bottle of something-or-other and drenched her in them both. Sticky drink dribbled down her back and shoulders as she shook her hair to rid it of the liquor.

"Shit, man! This crap stinks!" she exclaimed, giggling.

Man, I must be pissed… I don't normally giggle, do I? Hope not… oh well, who gives a fuck? Now is time to have fun!

"Now come and dance with me, my impatient butterfly," Ryu ushered her onto the dance floor.

"Screw dancing. I'm-"

Her words were truncated abruptly as somebody pushed into her, sending her sprawling onto Ryu. She grinned up at him, before pushing him onto the ground amongst peoples' feet.

"I'm tired. And thirsty,"

"Let me get you a drink, my lady,"

She rolled over, getting to her feet and pulling Ryu to his. "This is boring. Let's go upstairs,"

A small smile on his face, Ryu nodded and followed her up the stairs obediently. She grabbed another drink on the way past, downing it in mere seconds.

"Here. Let's stop here," she pointed to the pink, fluffy, girly door of Kasumi's room. "Now, we can dance,"