L, Lw, Hiei, Tsume, Kiba, and Hige are all drunk off their asses with the exception of Toboe who is in fact too young to drink
Lonewolf486: A flower girl?! Who does that!
Lupicinus: SHE does!
Kibe: (Blushes and pouts, then draws circles on the table idly) She's nice and she smells goood, she's leading us to paradise.....
Tsume: (Laughs sarcastically) SURE! We've been wandering around for weeks!
Hige: Yea, it takes us days sometimes to find food!
TSume: Food is all you think about porky!
Hige: (stands up growling) Do not!
Tsume: (rises to the challenge) DO SO FATTY!
Toboe: (whines) guuuuuuysss, stop it.......
Hiei: (is passed out on lawn chair with cartons of ice cream surrounding him, all of which are empty)
Lupicinus: SHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Listen!
everyone listens
Hige: What are we listening for?
Kiba: (stands) somethings coming............
Lonewolf486: Huh? What?
A faint musical tune is heard in the distance and suddenly on the next street over they all see an ice cream truck drive by and on the side is a large label that says PARADISE and in small letters ice cream.
Toboe: LOOK!
TSume: (Gasps) Do you think ......?
Kiba: Maybe its a guide, lets follow it!
All turn into wolves and chase after. Suddenly Hiei wakes up and sees the ice cream truck, he is overcome with the ice cream blood lust and chases after it as well.
Lupicinus: NOOOOOOOOOOOO COME BACK!!!!
Lonewolf486: HURRY AFTER THOSE WOLVES AND FIRE DEMON!
(chases after)
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Chapter 9:
Who thoughtthe milkshake songcould sound good if sung by a girl decked in pink with moves good enough for the finest strip joint in town. The whole club had been rather shocked that the skanky girl on stage had actually been able to sing, as a matter of fact, she sounded better than the artist who had sung it. After she had taken her bow and the applause died down, Erica returned to front center clapping and congratulating the girl as she went behind stage.
Erica smiled and motioned towards the retreating girl, "WOW! She was quite fantastic wouldn't you say?"
The crowd cheered and several people whistled.
Erica was pleased with the peoples' enthusiasm, "Wonderful! Now, moving on to our next contestant, we have Davey Lenardo! Who for your pleasure tonight will be singing 'It's Gonna be me' Now here he is!"
Erica trotted back over to her spot beside the DJ station as a young, tall and lanky looking fellow proceeded to the microphone in the center of the stage. He was dressed in tight leather pants and a sleeve-less vinyl black top. His hair was gelled back and he looked like a member of the fab five, you know, the culture one....queer eye for the straight guy...
He grinned and took the microphone; in a few seconds Ethan started the music. He began to sing and do the choreography from the music video. He was pretty good to those who were die hard NSync fans...or homosexuals... But he was terrible to those who despised the dead boy band.
Dilandau cringed at his unnaturally high-pitched feminine voice, and got up.
"Must have been kicked in the balls a few times too many..."
His bottle was now empty and he had gotten thirsty again, not to mention he was getting pissed of by all of the girls (and guys) who had come up to him asking for him to dance. Back to his drink problem, he had no money to get another one, so he figured one of the guys would give him some. He was making his way back towards the booth when he spotted Gatti through the crowd, being shoved out of the backstage door. Dilandau raised an eyebrow and walked over to him, curious as to why he was backstage in the first place.
Gatti was brushing out his pants when Dilandau came up to him. When Gatti noticed his shadow looming over him, he stiffened and put on an unsurprised smile, "Oh, hey....er..... Dilandau...."
Dilandau smirked, "And just what were you doing backstage? Planned on giving karaoke a shot?"
Gatti smiled nervously, "No, no! I was just, talking to some people I knew...really...."
Dilandau knew he was hiding something, Gatti could never lie well, "Oh, really? Just who is it back there you know, maybe I could have a little chat with them. I'm not fairing any better out here..."
Gatti knew he was on to him, how could he tell? It's Dilandau, Dilandau doesn't think striking up some pointless conversation with some stranger would be fun. (Why can't I ever lie to him?!) Gatti whimpered inwardly.
Gatti suddenly grinned, "Yeah right, since when can you and Kira talk and not have an argument break out?" (That should put him off the trail...)
Dilandau's eyes widened, "That's who you were talking to? Humph, but then who was the other person. You did say 'some people you knew'."
Gatti bit his lip and scratched his head, "Another girl...that's all..."
Dilandau cocked his head eyeing Gatti like a piece of insignificant fodder, "Another girl. You're hiding something; you always act suspicious when something big is going on. What might that big something be?"
"Nothing! You know I can't lie to you mother!" Gatti clasped his hands together and gave him puppy dog eyes.
Dilandau growled and narrowed his eyes, and then he swiftly punched Gatti in the nose... lightly of course.
Gatti held his nose tenderly, leaping about in pain, "Ow, ow, ow, ow!"
Dilandau laughed, "Suck it up you baby, it didn't hurt that bad."
Gatti pouted, and since he was holding his nose, you can only imagine how he sounded, "Yes it did, I'm surprised it hasn't began to bleed yet..."
Suddenly the backstage door swung open and Kira, looking like she just had a huge laughing fit, burst out of the door and slammed it behind her, cheeks flushed with blood. She was panting heavily and grinning. She caught her breath and finally noticed Gatti and Dilandau Standing in front of her.
She paused for a moment and then gathered herself since she hadn't expected Dilandau to be there, "Uh, hi...er...Dilandau? Oh, Gatti, glad I caught you before you left. Could you go get us drinks? We're thirsty!"
Gatti looked at Dilandau and then to Kira, "Uh, sure thing. What do you want?" He flashed her a warning look explaining that Dilandau was on to them.
Kira's eyes widened and she casually shrugged, "Vanilla coke will do."
Gatti nodded, "Ok, vanilla coke for you. And what does Sa-"
Kira quickly cut him off, "She wants cherry coke!"
Dilandau looked at them both curiously, "Sa? What the hell are you two hiding!"
Gatti could clearly see Dilandau was getting angry. He sighed and beamed, "It's a surprise, and you're going to ruin it for yourself with all of your snooping. Just chill out and wait. I think this is a surprise you're going to like Dilandau. Or...not like..."
Kira rolled her eyes and put a hand on her hip, "Listen Mr. Hardass. Take a seat and wait, though I know patience is not one of your strong points, but deal with it! Just wait, Dilandau, just wait....please?"
Dilandau was a bit surprised already, "Please? HAH! What the hell has got you being so nice all of a sudden?"
She stared him straight in the eye, "At the request of an old friend, she said stop being so bitchy to him all the time, he's seen his share of demons as have you. Quote un quote."
Dilandau was really confused now (What the fuck?) "Who the hell is this 'friend' and what business do they have to tell others that I deserve kindness. I don't need anyone's pity dammit!"
Kira groaned frustratedly, "Rrrrrrr! OF course only you would be insulted by something like that Dilandau! You're lucky that you have people who care about you even though you constantly push us away!"
Kira glared at him and slipped back inside, slamming the door as she did. Gatti didn't know what to take of the situation so he slinked off to get the requested drinks, leaving Dilandau glaring at the door like he was about to set it on fire.
Dilandau scowled as he watched Gatti go. He too was about to continue towards the table but just then he heard Kira talking with someone and he got closer to the door to hear (Yeah, I know I'm nosey, but, that other voice, it sounds unfamiliar and familiar at the same time. What the fuck...)
Kira groaned as she leaned against the door, "You know I really don't see why I should have to be nice to him. I mean you heard how he took it!"
The other voice sounded amused, "Yeah, I heard. You know he's your friend too, you should start acting like it. But of course you're both too proud to do it." the other person laughed.
Kira sighed, "He's a jerk! I've never met anyone so aggravating! I mean, he's cute but that's all he's got going for him."
Dilandau heard the other girl sigh, "So, has he changed that much?"
"Yes, actually he has changed a bit. He's not so talkative, very withdrawn. And, well, everyone's quite worried about him. He seems so distant now a days..."
"Perhaps with some time, I can begin to help him find himself again. Challenges pose no problem."
"Hopefully, for everyone's sake. I think you'd be the one to reach him. That is, if he'll remember you...and forgive you. You've changed a lot in appearance you know..."
Dilandau's eyes grew as big as saucers (That voice, no, it couldn't be...no, of course not. She left without a trace, WHY would she come back... there's nothing for a girl like that here in this town...nothing but bad memories...)
A sudden grief overtook him and he decided to screw getting a drink, and just return to his seat, though getting wasted to forget was his nightly ritual. He sunk down into his chair and glanced up at the stage with sad eyes. The Erica girl once more made her way cheerily to the center after a fat girl had retreated behind the backstage door.
(Her optimistic attitude... it makes me sick...)
"Well, that was our seventh contestant for tonight and we still have more to come! Now, up next is Fred Skell! He'll be singing 'Don't want to miss a thing' a song I love to death!"
Erica smiled and laughed as she ran over to the DJ station again, fidgeting anxiously, obviously obsessed with Aerosmith. Fred sighed and strode over to center stage, waving at the audience while he waited to begin.
The Fred fellow took a deep breath and waited for the music to begin. Once it did, he began.
Dilandau clenched his fists as 'Fred' sang. She had liked that song too. He squeezed his eyes shut and growled. His anger got the best of him and he violently stood up and roared, causing several people to stare at him.
He glared at them all, "What are you looking at?!"
They turned away their glances and he sat back down mumbling, "What do they know... the biggest situations they probably ever had to deal with was deciding which outfits matched which pair of fucking shoes..."
He laid his head down and closed his eyes (Why, why does it hurt so much? Why now? Why here? Why... why does it hurt when I think of her...) He sat there letting the song wash over him. But unfortunately, the only thing it did was cut open old wounds like a freshly sharpened cleaver. Iron chef Hooah!
17 minutes later
Dallet, Migel, Viole, and Chesta were all now wearing party bands brightly colored sashes that are tied around the forehead and they were also singing.
In unison, "Wano wano! Ooooooooo! Let my people go! Na na na na! O walo walo! Oooooo! Let my people go! Falala laaa!"
They stopped and began to laugh hysterically.
Dallet hit the table as he began to laugh even harder, "HAHHAHA! I laughs I don't even think that's really how it goes!" He nearly gagged as he continued to laugh.
Chesta was holding his sides chuckling, "Oh well! At least we can say we're original!"
Viole was laughing into his arms on the verge of tears, "I must say, we should've tried out for the 400 dollars! We might have actually won!"
Migel had fallen over on the booth from laughing so hard, "I laughs I would fall apart on stage!"
They all continued laughing as Sonson, Eiji, and Loreli headed towards them from the dance floor. A bit tired and flustered, but smiling.
They stopped in front of the booth and looked at the guys in utter confusion.
Sonson stepped forward and poked Viole on the head, "Uh, what's funny may I ask?"
He looked up at her for a second, and then broke out into a new fit of laughter into his arms.
Sonson sweat dropped.
Loreli and Eiji looked at each other, and then they too started laughing. After a few minutes they ceased and turned their attentions to the stage when Erica walked out onto it. They hadn't even realized that three more contestants had already gone.
Erica beamed proudly, but now she seemed a bit more serious, "Now! Beloved club goers! Just in a few minutes you'll see the very last contestants, and then! We shall decide WHO GETS TO GO HOME WITH 400 DOLLARS!"
The club gave one of its best cheers loud enough to put a fire truck's siren to shame.
Erica threw her hands up, "I'm so glad you're as excited as I am! Now ladies and gentlemen, I present to you! Our final two contestants! Kira EFIMIA and Satori IRERNO!"
The girls' smiles froze and they looked at the stage like their lives depended on it. The guys too had also stopped laughing and could only merely gaze at the empty stage, waiting to see what would come out from behind those backstage doors. Maybe a ghost, a prank, or maybe the real thing, only in a few seconds would they know.
Across the club Dilandau's head immediately shot up in disbelief, red eyes wide and unsure, "No... no way..." He looked at the stage hopefully, praying that his ears hadn't heard wrong. But then again, maybe he did wish it to be a mistake....
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Lupicinus and Lonewolf486 give up running after the first mile and collapse on curb
Lupicinus: I can't believe it! They ditched us for an ice cream truck!
Lonewolf486: Its tough being cool unloved people
both sulk
