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Okay People, sorry for the long wait, but this was a long chapter! And I WAS gone for a week, so. But I got to finish this up because I had some free time, and I hope you all like it. Please review when you finish! ^.^

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Goku nervously followed behind the others with Krillin as they walked down the crowded street that was alive with lights in the night. The bright neon signs flashing advertisements of casinos, restaurants, beer, and women were like nothing he had never seen before. He was almost scared. Jack was leading the group confidently, Vegeta and Piccolo walking behind him, glancing about.

"Are we there yet?" Vegeta asked in half irritation, after all, they had been walking for a long time. Jack waved his hand non-chalantly and turned the corner and they followed. Goku and Krillin brought up the rear of the gang, and Goku accidently ran into a black man walking the opposite way.

The black man was outraged. "You wanna start something punk!?"

Goku blinked innocently and held his hands up, "No, I just-"

"When some white foo' pushes me, he wantsta' start somethin'!"

"I didn't mean-"

"Mah ass ya didn't mean to push me! Ya foo', I saw you walk right into me!"

"sir, please-"

"Please!? PLEASE?! Puh-LEASE! Walk away!"

"Puh-wha?"

"I SAID walk away! Don't make me walk away, YOU walk away!"

So Goku did. The black man yelled after him, "Yeah, that's what I thought!"

(Credit inserted here to The Dbz Dealer, aka Sarah, who always says that -_-)

Goku quickly caught up to the others again, who had stopped at a line into a small looking bar. It seemed to be out shined by all the other large things around it, all dim and with only a few neon light signs on the windows. Vegeta snorted.

"Out of all the places on this block, we're going to the most crummy one!?"

Jack rolled his eyes in annoyance looking at Vegeta, "Don't judge a book by it's cover."

Vegeta made a huffing sound and they waited about 10 minutes before being let in. The guard there was a large, muscular black man, power and authority, as well as soul, all around him. "May I see your ID's?" He asked in his deep, thundering voice.

Jack whipped his out with confidence, and the others fumbled with their wallets as they pulled there's out and handed them to him. The guard looked them over and nodded, then looked to Jack through his black shades. "This your party, Jack?" He said this as if Jack was a frequent visitor.

Jack nodded and the guard nodded as well, "'Aight, go on in." They made their way inside. Vegeta had to keep his jaw from dropping, for in that seemingly pathetic, small building was a huge bar, the floors carpeted with the finest shag, the bar itself made of fine oak, the stools before it with matching oak frames and red velvet seats. Everything was polished, the black marble floors, the oak tables, bar, and chairs, even the bottles of various drinks seemed to glimmer in the soft, relaxing light. Pool tables sat away from the tables, and there were various locations of large-screen televisions, where the latest football game was on.

Jack immediately moved to the bar, walking up to it as if he owned the place, sitting on one of the high, velvet-seat stools, his chin up high as he looked around for the bartender. Timidly, with hesitation, the other's followed, slowly. Piccolo sat a few seats away from Jack. This wasn't the greatest "favor" a friend could do in his book, but he decided the reason he came was to get his mind of the latest events in his life, of possible, and plus, he had nothing better to do.

The bartender smiled at Jack as if he was an old friend, "The usual, Jack?"

"You know it, Bob." Jack grinned back. Soon Jack had a glass of hard liquor in front of him, on the rocks. Jack was 20, but not yet 21, and he still had a while to go before he was 21. He didn't like to wait. He'd been drinking illegally since he was 18. (A little history for ya, there. o.O;)

Goku looked around, noticing many women sitting around the bar in different areas, his eyes taking in their low cut shirts and short skirts, and as one walked past, he could smell the sweet fragrance of her perfume enter his nostrils. Such a sweet, soft, enticing smell. He leaned to the side, trying to stay as close as possible to that wonderful scent...and fell right off the bar stool.

After he shook his head, he rubbed his forehead to look up and see the woman who had the perfume standing over him, frowning with a worried look, "Are you alright?" In his position Goku had a clear view right up her rather short skirt and he blushed completely red, nodding quickly. The woman smiled some and nodded, then began walking away. Goku couldn't help but stare up the back of her skirt until she was out of sight. A strong arm pulled Goku back to his feet, and he looked to the source to see Vegeta.

"You are as red as the frickin' Kool Aid guy." Vegeta said, then arched a brow. 'Kool Aid guy?' He thought to himself, 'Where the hell did that simile come from??' He shook his head and Goku looked down in embarrassment. Vegeta smirked, Goku taking a seat, and said in his best guilt-bringing voice, "What would Chi-Chi say?"

Goku gulped nervously at the very thought. They hadn't told the girls they were coming here, for reasons clearer then glass. If they were caught coming to a bar, they didn't even want to think about what their girls would say. Piccolo, though, had no one to fear. If Karina was still around, that might be a different story. Krillin was pretty much in the clear, for 18 was a pretty outgoing, take-a-dare woman who probably wouldn't think too much of her guy going out for a drink or two. Still, just to be safe, he didn't tell her. Bulma and Chi-Chi on the other hand...Vegeta and Goku tried not to think about it.

"Chi-Chi?" Goku came up with a come-back, "Bulma would bite your head off if she knew you were here!"

Vegeta just looked forward, as if he hadn't heard him. Goku was sitting next to Jack, Vegeta on his other side, Piccolo still a few seats down from them all. Krillin had gone to find the boy's room in the joint. Jack finally got the attention of the bartender and ordered a shot. He lifted his glass as soon as he got hit, and drank the small glass down in one gulp. He closed his eyes, letting the burning sensation in his throat consume his thoughts. Jack shuddered some, then smiled. "Thanks, Bob."

The black man behind the bar nodded easily, then set his gaze on the other's. "How about you boys?" He asked with a grin, "I ain't neva' seen you 'round 'ere. How 'bout a drink?"

Vegeta looked at him and seemed to be fumbling for words, and Goku looked around as if he was making sure he was one of the people he was addressing. Bob smiled at this. He found it quite amusing. Finally Vegeta found a word that seemed to work, "Sure."

"Aight," Bob encouraged. "What'll it be?" Vegeta looked hesitant. He didn't know many names of alcohols. He decided to just get something he had recently become familiar with. "I'll have a Bud."

As soon as Vegeta had gotten the sentence out, Bob sat a glass in front of him, still grinning. "A Bud Light it is." He lifted a bottle from behind the bar, opened it, and poured the golden liquid into the glass. As he finished filling it, he sat the bottle down and smiled at Vegeta, "Enjoy."

Vegeta stared at the glass. "Thanks." He managed. He hadn't really become fond of the beverage, having had to of drunken so much not that long ago. He took it and had a sip, and resisted gagging. Way too much beer earlier had made him dislike it very much. He half smirked at Bob in mock-appreciation, and quickly averted his gaze, while Bob looked to Goku, "How 'bout you, son?"

"I'm fine!" Goku piped in a high pitched voice, and blinked at himself. Bob chuckled and gave a nod of understanding, his eyes wandering onto the lone wolf, Piccolo.

"How 'bout you?" Piccolo lifted his head to look at him.

"I'll pass," He replied, lowering his chin again. Bob raised an eyebrow and walked down to him, the bar still between them. "You sure? You seem kinda' down."

Piccolo glanced at him, "No thanks."

"Come on, green brotha!" He slapped Piccolo's shoulder, grinning. "I know you ain't scared of a 'lil drink."

"I'm not. I'm just not in the mood."

Bob snapped his fingers, turning his back to him, "I got jus' the thing for ya." Piccolo watched in half interest. Bob seemed to be mixing various drinks into one glass, then turned to him smiling broadly as he set it down. The liquid was a deep, golden amber color, and it was fizzing so much it was almost bubbling over the rim of the tall glass it made it's home in.

Piccolo looked at the glass, not really interested. "C'mon, bro, you'll be thankin' me after ya drink it. Jus' chug it on down."

"Fine..." Piccolo sighed in defeat, moving his fingers around the glass and gripping it gently. He lifted it from the bar and touched the rim to his lips, tilting the bottom up and letting the liquid flow into his mouth and slowly down his throat. It was warm. And very good. It didn't taste like beer. It tasted like something he'd never tasted before.

When he set the glass down it was empty, and he had to take a breath of air. He had guzzled the whole thing down without a break for air, he liked it so much. Bob smiled at him as Piccolo looked up to him with astonishment in his eyes, "Wha...What was that??" He asked, resisting the urge to ask for more.

"I can't tell ya," Bob said, then winked, "Secret home recipe."

Piccolo supposed he had to respect that, and he smiled. For the first time in what seemed like forever, he smiled. That stuff actually HAD made him feel better. "Thanks for the drink." He said with genuine appreciation, and Bob nodded and waved it off with a good-natured grin, "Aint nothin' bro, any time."

Goku glanced around, now starting to get used to the place, his fear loosing it's edge, and now was starting to get bored. He looked to Bob, who was talking with Piccolo. "Uh, 'scuse me, Bob?" Goku asked, and Bob looked up. He looked over at Goku as he continued, "Sorry for interrupting, but can I get a...uh.." Goku swallowed nervously.

"A drink? 'Shore thang, bro." Bob grinned, then excused himself from Piccolo for a moment, walking over to Goku. "What'll it be, brotha?"

Goku looked past Bob at all the drinks, scratching the back of his neck thoughtfully, "Uh, Gee, I don't know.." (Gee? GEE!? Well, this is Goku we're talking about here. He's "GEE" rated. -_-; And Vegeta and Piccolo are PG-13 Lol, jk. Oh, and Krillin is P-"GEE." ANYWAYS..o.o; )

"First time here, eh? Well I think I have somethin' you'll like, bro, jus' hang on a sec." He turned around and looked thoughtfully at the bottles, scratching his chin, which had a black goatee. He snapped his fingers as if he had it (By Joe, I think I have it! o.O; ^_^; Don't mind me. )

and took a small bottle down from the many different shapes and sizes. He got a glass down as well, which looked to be about a half pint size, and filled it with the contents of the bottle. It was clear. He slid it to Goku, "Bottoms up, brotha." He smiled reassuringly.

Goku did in fact feel comforted by his smile and took it with only a little nervousness, then drank the whole thing in a matter of a few gulps. Goku's pupils suddenly contracted, as he felt a wonderful, thrilling rush shoot through his body, then his pupils dilated, becoming larger then usual. He shook his head and looked around. Suddenly all the colors of the room seemed so bright, so vibrant. It was as if he was in a dream. Everything felt good.

"Wow! That was great!!" Goku exclaimed loudly, and Bob glanced in both directions as Goku ranted on, "Can I have some more, please??"

"Uh, maybe later, bro, but one shot of this stuff can keep you feelin' like that for a long time. An overdose might," He looked again from one side to the other as if someone might be watching that he feared, "well, let's jus' say you wouldn't be feelin' like yo'self in da mornin', 'Aight?"

Goku seemed like he hadn't heard a word, and was now staring at the ceiling, grinning like a mad man. Bob smiled some then glanced down the bar to see some women taking seats there. He moved over to them, "Would yall fine thangs be interested in a drink? I'll charge it to yo tab later, so you don't have to pay right this minute. You can pay when ya leave."

"All right," The first woman smiled, who's hair was blondish brown and down on her shoulders loosely. Her brown eyes looked around at the variety of drinks behind Bob. She was wearing a blue dress with a long skirt and was v-cut, but not low cut really, with sleeves that reached the elbows and were off the shoulders. "I'll take a martini."

Bob nodded and looked to her two friends. The first was blonde with mysterious eyes that were either gray, blue, or green. It was hard to tell. She wore a black skirt that reached her knees, and a vibrant chartreuse top that resembled the brunette's top in cut style. Her hair was up in a loose pony tail. "I'll take a straight vodka." She said.

The last girl had long, red hair, and wore a black dress that was rather tight fitting. Her eyes were green. Her hair was curled and hung loosely and flowingly behind her. She smiled at Bob after looking over the drinks, "A beer is fine."

(AN: There ladies are three real people I decided to tie in the fic for fun. Can you guess who they are? Hehe! ^.^ Of course, they are older in the fic then they would be in real life.)

Jack noticed these women, and his eyes slyly took in each one with a raised brow in interest. He decided since Claire wasn't around, he could at least do some friendly flirting. He smirked and smoothed his spiked brown hair back, which sprung back into the spikes again right away anyways, then stood from his bar stool and slowly made his way toward them, charm in the air all around him like B.O. from a sweaty, dirty football player that had been on the field for 3 hours straight. (Similes are fun! o_O;;;)

The ladies were engaged in conversation, and didn't even glance at him. This was irritating. Almost insulting! When he approached they should have been kissing his feet already! Well, in his opinion anyway. He brought his fist to his mouth and coughed. They still didn't notice him. Now he was getting mad. He cleared his throat loudly. Finally all three turned their heads to him.

Their looks weren't exactly greeting, unless you call blank stares an open invitation, but Jack was oblivious to this fact and too caught up in his act to notice. He was grinning like the Cheshire Cat (which I do not own! -.-;) and diving into Plan A in the book of "Jack's Ways of Coming Onto Women And Having Them End Up All Over You." (This book in not sold in stores, on TV commercials, over the Internet, or anywhere because it is non-existent and is only in this fic as an attempt at a joke to try and add some humor to this story. If you do not find this funny, screw you. I thought it was a good idea, so Nya! *Sticks Tongue Out.*)

"Why, Hello ladies, and let me say you are looking fabulous tonight! I was just sitting over there at the bar when suddenly I felt the radiance of three young beauties like yourself illuminating around the room and couldn't stop myself from coming over to say a word or two."

For your information, I will reveal what Plan A really is. If you will just take out your copies of "Jack's Ways of Coming Onto Women And Having Them End Up All Over You." and turn to page 3, paragraph A, section 32, you will see clearly stated in the bold print:

"Plan A: Overwhelm your prey with oozing charm so they are flattered to death. Lie if you have to, just make sure whatever you say is mushy and full of compliments and fancy words that women like. If this fails, result to Plan B. (Page 4, paragraph C, section 56.)"

And, in this case, Plan A did indeed fail.

All three of the ladies exchanged glances, then looked at him with annoyed looks, each of them having an eyebrow raised. "Look, dude," The blonde said, clearly irritated, "You need to back up, and watch yourself." Jack blinked some as the brunette continued, "We can tell you're desperate and in need of attention, but take it somewhere else." The red head added, "So, unless you want to get slapped, back up, Desperate-O." (Like desperado, get it? o.O; )

Jack furrowed his eyebrows in determination, thinking, 'All right then, onto Plan B!' He turned his back to them and pulled out his pocket-sized copy of "Jack's Ways of Coming Onto Women And Having Them End Up All Over You," which he carried with him always. He turned to Page 4, paragraph C, section 56 and read to himself:

"Plan B: If Plan A has failed, that is why you are reading this. So, the 'ol charm didn't work this time, eh? I guess you must either really suck at being charming, or you're dealing with what I like to call "The Tough Cookies," as in, the women who aren't taken easily. Those chicks who act like they aren't interested, but you know what? They really are, they just don't want to be dominated by men. They are in denial that women are submissive, and men are dominant in a relationship. We gotta teach 'em who's who! Well, buddy, I have just the plan for that! Now, read carefully. Since the charm didn't work, you gotta be forward. You got to take a step forward. Now, some women might find this rude, but those are the women who are picked up by Plan A. If you're here, you're probably dealing with the aggressive chicks. So you gotta be aggressive if you want to impress. Aggressiveness also shows domination. Take control! If you are a loser that doesn't know what I'm talking about here are some ideas: Pull them to you and give 'em a kiss that they've never experienced before! Grab/Slap their butts then wink! Anything in that area. Now, I'd stay clear of their chest area though, because women are very sensitive about that, and if you touch them there you'll most likely get the crap slapped out of you. Good Luck! If this fails, which I doubt, try Plan C. (Page 6, Paragraph F, section 75)"

Jack heard a yawn behind him, and looked over his shoulder to the girls. They looked bored and were still waiting for him to finish reading. He closed the book and pocketed it, clearing his throat. 'C'mon Jack, you can do this!' He encouraged himself, looking from one girl to the other to try to decide who would be his first victim. He decided that it would seem unfair to kiss one of them and then slap the other's butt's, because then it would be like the one kissed was more special. He decided to give them all a nice whack.

Unfortunately for him, they were all sitting. But they were now turned towards the bar, sitting on the stool, leaving him a target. Not a target for a slap though...but maybe a nice pinch would do just as well...

As soon as he had done this though he felt something hard hit him in the face and found himself sprawled on the ground. He looked up, dazed, to see all three of the women standing in a circle around him. They all looked pissed. The blonde the most pissed of all. "I wish I had my shot gun." She growled, "But I left it in my briefcase in my Jaguar."

Jack blinked up at her, "Damn, what do you do?"

"I'm a lawyer," She said proudly.

"Man, you must be some rich bitch!" Jack laughed, but unfortunately for him, she was standing at his legs, and his little joke got himself a kick where the sun don't shine. He doubled up, laying on his side, holding himself in pain.

The other two, who were on either side of him, growled, kicking him from both sides as he lay on the ground. He whimpered, covering his head.

"Yeah, that's right! Still wanna pinch my ass, boy? I didn't think so!" The red head growled.

"What do you think now, Mr. Pervert, you still want a piece!?" The brunette said, kicking him hard in the butt. "Pinch my ass and I'll kick your's!"

(Sorry for all the language, but I found it fitting for the scene. Heh)

"Girls! Girls!" Someone yelled, running over to them and stepping over Jack to stop the beating. It was Goku, "Now I know he probably deserved it but I think he's learned his lesson!" He looked down at the pathetic rolled up form on the floor. "Haven't you, Jack?"

"Yes!" Came a high-pitch whimper. They guessed that that was from the kick to the nuts.

"I guess we did go a little hard on him." The brunette admitted hesitantly.

"Psh, I don't." The blonde said firmly, crossing her arms.

Suddenly someone's cell phone rang. The red head fumbled around with her dress and pulled it out of seemingly no where. "Hello?" She asked into the phone. "Huh? They did WHAT!? Oh those girls!" She growled, "I'll be there in 5, HF!" She snapped her phone shut and looked at the other's who were blinking. Well, not including Jack, who was still on the floor in pain. "Sorry guys, but I gotta go. I'll catch you later!" And with that, the red head ran out the door of the bar.

The other two decided that they were going to go ahead and leave as well, and bid a not-so-friendly farewell to Jack, who had gotten up slowly and sat down again, wincing slightly from his bruises. Goku sighed and shook his head as he watched the girls leave. He was about to turn back around to his drink, but someone that entered through the doors made him freeze. Actually, it was two some ones.

He managed to spin around and elbow Vegeta hard in the side, causing the teen to spit out the beer he was drinking. He growled, looking at Goku with a glare, "What is it Kakarot!?"

Goku quickly hushed him then, without turning around he pointed with his thumb, and whispered quietly, "Don't...turn...around. Just look...carefully!" Raising a brow, Vegeta cautiously glanced over his shoulder as he took another drink of beer. Again, a spray of golden liquid shot from his mouth.

Goku hit him to tell him to shut up. He tried to stop coughing, and tensed. They were heading right their way. "What do we do!?" Goku asked in a quick, fearful whisper.

"We stay here and try not to be noticed! We can't make a move now or they'll see us for sure!" Vegeta whispered back, growling.

"But they'll recognize our hair for sure! It's not exactly hard to miss ya know!!" Goku argued, still whispering.

"Shut up!"

"I wish I would have never come!" Goku whimpered quietly. They both tried to lower their heads as if they were turtles and could stick them in their shells. Of course, this didn't work.

"Vegeta? GOKU!?" Both of them would recognize THAT voice from anywhere. They gulped. They were discovered. They both dreaded looking over their shoulders, but did anyways, to see an enraged Chi-Chi, accompanied by a fuming Bulma.

"What are you doing here!?" Bulma added, her voice just as angry.

Both turned around to face the outraged females, expecting their doom. But then they took in their outfits and blinked. They exchanged glances. Bulma was wearing an amazingly short black skirt, and a purple tube top. Chi-Chi was wearing a similar skirt, except it was leather. Her top was almost the same except it had spaghetti straps and was red. They both seemed to notice them looking them over and blushed slightly, looking at each other.

Vegeta crossed his arms, looking at Bulma with a raised eyebrow. "What are you doing here?" He asked sternly.

"And dressed like that!" Goku added, staring at Chi-Chi's outfit.

Bulma and Chi-Chi both looked at each other, their faces of anger now replaced by shy, nervous expressions. "Er, well..." Chi-Chi started, looking at her feet, which had heeled sandals.

"We were just going out, like you did, and uh.."

"Then why are you mad to see us here when you did the exact same thing?" Vegeta asked, looking angry.

"Um..." Both girls looked down like scolded little children.

"And we aren't dressed like that!!" Goku added, still staring at Chi-Chi's outfit. He was having trouble tearing his eyes away.

Vegeta looked at Goku through half closed eye lids, "Well of course we aren't dressed like that, you idiot, we aren't frickin' fruit cakes!"

Goku rubbed the back of his head, grinning, "Heh heh, well I didn't mean that exactly, I just meant--"

"I know what you meant." Vegeta mumbled, shaking his head, "Spare me the explanation."

"Sorry." Bulma said, still looking at the ground.

"Me too." Chi-Chi added.

Vegeta and Goku looked at each other and Goku said, rubbing his head still, now looking down some, "We are too. I guess we both kind of did the same thing."

"Even?" Vegeta asked, looking at the girls.

They smiled and said at the same time, "Even."

Meanwhile..

Piccolo was talking fluently to bob, who was listening intently while he cleaned a glass with a cloth. Piccolo was very grateful to Bob, just for being there to listen to him. He hadn't realized how much everything had built up on him. It felt so good to get all his thoughts on what had been going on. And to practically a stranger! He guessed bartenders just had that kind of power over you to make you tell what was wrong in your life.

"And now I don't know what I'm going to do," Piccolo continued, having just told him about the note and what it had basically said, then growled in anger, clenching his fists, "All I know is if I ever get my hands on whoever did this to her, I'll-"

"Calm yo'self, brotha, calm yo'self," Bob said with a comforting grin.

"I'll tell ya what. I can tell you're feelin' a lot better then when you came in 'ere. You just come on back ova whenever somethin' else happens, and tell me. I'll be here for ya, willin' to listen."

Piccolo gave a weak smile, "Thanks. That means a lot to me."

"Any time, any time," Bob chided.

A while later, Jack declared it was time to go. This hadn't been one of his best nights at the bar, that was for sure. He hoped he never had to meet those three girls ever again. On his way out he tossed his pocket-sized copy of "Jack's Ways of Coming Onto Women And Having Them End Up All Over You" in the trash can, mumbling. As they hit the door, the black guard asked if they had paid for their drinks. They looked at each other. Pay?

"I think we're going to stay a little longer," Bulma said. Chi-Chi and her hadn't gotten to get any drinks. That made Goku and Vegeta think.

"Hey, you guys aren't 21 either," Goku whispered to them, so the guard wouldn't hear, "How did you get in, fake ID's too?"

"Of course not!" Chi-Chi laughed.

"Then...how?" Vegeta blinked, confused.

"You forget who my father is." Bulma smirked, "He practically OWN'S this bar!"

That made Vegeta and Goku both blink. Mr. Briefs? A bar owner?? Goku pictured Mr. Briefs decked out in a pimp get up, a bright purple suit on with a matching hat with a leopard-spotted band with a pink fluffy feather sticking out of it. In Goku's vision he had a feathered pink boa that matched the brightness of the feather. He also had many golden rings with huge rubies and emeralds on them, as well as a big golden medallion hung around his neck that had a big B engraved in it. His suit was completed with a gold cane that had many jewels crusted in it, jewels like the one's his finger's flaunted.

Goku shuddered and shook his head. THAT was a disturbing vision.

He realized Bulma was talking, "Yep, one mention of the briefs family name and he stepped aside, bowing. I'm surprised he didn't grovel at my feet!" She said with a smart ass laugh. Vegeta rolled his eyes. This was the only time he didn't like Bulma. When she acted like a stuck up rich chick. Which he figured she was....but still. She had her good sides, which made him attracted to her. Like her butt! She had a fine ass in his opinion. (LOL, I'm jk ^_^; Ignore the last few comments, I just couldn't resist.)

Anyways, the guard was threatening to make them was dishes if they didn't pay, but suddenly, the manager from the diner they had gone to and Piccolo had stripped at walked up. "Don't worry, Leroy," She said with a smirk, "Their bill is on the house." She looked to Piccolo, winking. He blinked some, but before he could respond other wise he was pushed out the door by the others, who were quickly leaving, relieved they didn't have to pay. Jack, however, lagged behind.

"Thanks." He smirked at the manger.

"Hey, no problem. I'm true to my word, aren't I? Except next time, I want a show."

"Heh, you got it." Jack said, walking out the door to join the others on the walk to the frat.

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Okay, that's it folks. Whew, I put a lot of hours into this chapter! I should be getting paid!! I mean, all this work! x_X Might as well be at school typing an essay! ...*Shudders at the thought.* Never mind. This is funner, which is not a word. HA HA, eat it language teachers who probably wouldn't allow me to write a story like this at school! o_O Ok, anyways, please review. And sorry for all my comments throughout the chapter. I'll try to cut down next time. Oh, and can you guess who the three mystery chicks are? If you do you get a prize! Well, not really. Lol. Anyways, REVIEW!! o_o