I won the great onslaught of owning everything in this fic......[hangs head] No I didn't. I only own the idea and my chars; Cally,

Maharet and Des. A Pyro's Rage owns Marc, I just borrowed him for my own enjoyment. Also, I'm sorry for disrespecting Tabitha

she's cool but not how Cally thinks though.

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"Well I'm not one to dance for hours on end, Tabitha." Ray said, as she started to pull him up by

his arm. Tabitha stopped and looked at him with a raised brow. "Well you said you wanted to

get out and have some fun. So, don't blame me about not having fun now."

Des found this interesting since her friend was on the edge of her seat read to jump at Tabitha.

"Well if you don't want to dance anymore you can just leave then." Tabitha said, making her

way back to the dance floor. Ray sighed a sigh of relief as she left him alone now.

Cally was glad that she was gone finally. "You just met her and already you don't like her.

Why is that? I mean Tabby is wild and all but she still has a nice side too." Ray said, happened

to notice Cally's death glare just as Tabby was swallowed by the crowd of dancing people.

"She just seems like one of those hooker's to me." Cally said with venom in her voice. Des nor

Ray couldn't believe what was coming out of her mouth. "Wow aren't you little Miss Evil now."

Des teased. Cally immediately blushed for acting like this in front of Ray.

Ray leaned onto the table top so that he was closer to Cally. "Why are you acting so odd all of

a sudden?" He asked. Des was liking her friend squirm from a guy that she has a major crush on.

She started to fidget pondering whether or not to tell him the truth. "Well..um..you-see-I-really-really-like-you."

She said probably as fast as Pietro would have.

Even after meeting Pietro after all those times; Ray still couldn't understand what he said and most

certainly didn't understand what she had said. "What did you even say?" He asked with a raised brow.

Des knew how to decipher Pietro's speedy talk and a smirk crossed her face after a few seconds of

figuring out what Cally had said.

"I'll just go over to where Volt and Marc are now." Des said, getting up to leave. Cally looked at her

with a pleading look for her not to leave. She shrugged the look off and headed back on the other side of the club.

Marc had his head on the table like he was banging his head in frustration on wanting to leave but couldn't.

Volt just sat there with his icy look he uses for when he is at work. "You two are such losers for not going

out there and finding some woman to dance with." Des said as she sat down in between the two.

"I don't dance." Volt stated the fact out in the open like it was nothing to be ashamed of. "Yeah well

somehow that bombshell of a red head saw past all those piercing and asked you to dance....I still have no

idea how you could just shrug off her offer just like that." Marc said, still trying to figure that one out.

Des raised a brow while looking at Volt. Trying to understand her brother is like trying to understand a rubix cube.

It seemed impossible for anyone to understand what Volt was thinking since he kept his emotions hidden quite well.

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Part 2 is done now. [grins] Just wait until what I have in store for you all in the next chapter.