Quatre and Duo sat across from each other in Stevie's, the once prestigious diner where all the Hollywood stars used to come, which was now the hangout for delinquents past midnight everywhere.
Old rotted picture frames hung at strange angles, most of the booths had lewd drawings and tears in them. Couldn't really tell if the glasses were dirty or just plain old. But nevertheless, it had quickly become the duo's favourite haunt after their... exploits.
"Do you think he's okay?"
"Well, Quat, he did get up to chase us."
"He could have internal bleeding or something. If he was a jock, he could lose some hand-eye coordination or something. Brain damage – lose his scholarship!"
"Quat," Duo hushed, "... relax, man. Drink your milkshake." Duo pushed Quatre's glass with two fingers and nudged him to start drinking. "We'll hear about it in the morning, and I promise, if something really bad happens, I'll come clean."
"But I was there, too –"
"Quat. I will come clean. The end. Drink your milkshake."
Quatre chewed on the straw for a bit, before submitting to Duo's command.
xxxx
"Injustice!"
Every occupant of the room collectively rolled their eyes as the residence advisor, Wufei Chang, went ballistic in his usual fashion. Meanwhile, Trowa Barton was tending to the developing bump on Heero's head.
"No concussion. You might want to get it checked out anyway though."
"First thing." After the gym. After moving Relena. After having dinner with her parents. He graciously took the icepack from Trowa and kept it to his head. "I'm going back to bed."
"You're not going anywhere, Heero Yuy!" Wufei marched over, tripping on the string of a bloated tampon. It stuck to his pant leg, and while he yanked it off, he continued, "The cops will be here in the hour, and you were the only witness."
The other guys around just watched, occasionally pointing out the finer details of their lobby decoration, such as the little bunny rabbits on the toilet paper, or the pink and blue streamers on the trophy case.
"Wufei, you know where he lives," Trowa offered.
"It's fine. I'll just. It's just another hour," closer to Relena. His eyes were already closing as he laid back on the stair case. Maybe he should call her. Maybe he should tell her what happened. Maybe he should tell her he can't make it.
... or maybe he'd just sit here and wait.
xxxx
"You gonna eat those?"
"I am."
"Tonight?" Duo pulled his hand away from his friend's basket of fries. "Look, I promise you, we'll check it out. We don't even know who it was."
Quatre had finished his milkshake and was now poking at some ketchup with an innocent French fry. "I know, I know. I just."
"I know, Quat, I know."
Nobody's ever gotten hurt before. The panty raid resulted in a few pillows being thrown, a few thongs stretched, but no one got hurt. And the Road Trip from Hell™ was all self-inflicted pains as a result of poorly negotiating gas and food money.
"Tomorrow, Quat, I promise."
The possibility of many more similar adventures for the two of them was looking a little grey.