Nomysp's Angel: Heh. I hate Allegra waaaay too much. And... umm... Moose will be updated... ummmm.... sometime... soon? *coughs*

Korean Boron: Don't worry, you can like Allegra. I don't discriminate because people like characters I don't. I think the slash is pretty obvious by now *grin*

Punk Ikhny Towryk: Mac, a 'manly man'? That boy is the fruitest little bottom I've ever seen. Besides JP. And perhaps Viggo. I can't do unrequited love stories very well. ^_^ You might end up waiting forever for the end chapters of this, if I even end it... *shrug*

Hahaha(etc): Um, first off... Oni isn't even really a name. It means "demon" in Japanese... so you can use it for males or females. Second off, Oni isn't even her REAL name. No one knows her real name yet. Sanosuke is her LAST name, and besides, I was into Kenshin at the time, and I needed a last name, so there it was. It's not weird. And I'm not rewriting any of my stories because you don't like the character's name. Tough luck, kid. Her name's been Oni longer than I've written her character. This isn't the first story she's in, either... but I deleted the old one because it was so bad and it had under 20 reviews. So, tough luck.... She's Asian, got waist-length black hair with silver tips, and was in Playboy a while back. That should give you enough description.

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As the SSX riders settled down in the lobby of the lodge, a tall, heavy-set man in a black work suit came in and sat in the armchair set out for him. The various sofas and loveseats had been arranged into a makeshift circle, the man's armchair between a deep blue sofa and two brown Laz-E-Boy armchairs. On the sofa was Kaori, who was closest to the man, Mac, and then Viggo. Next to this sofa was a blue love seat, where Oni and Psymon sat, Oni partially in Psymon's lap, and Odette sat on the arm of the love seat. Then came another blue sofa, where Allegra, Griff, and Nate were seated. Moby sat in one of the Laz-E-Boys with Zoe in his lap, and Elise sat in the other armchair.

"Welcome to the third SSX circuit, boys and girls," the man said, straightening his tie experimentally. "I hope you all have as much fun as you did last circuit for those who were here, and for the new folks, I hope you all are able to define yourselves in the world of sports." He leaned back, and casually pulled the lever to pull up the leg rest. "There have been some changes to the rules, both on and off the course. As per usual, you'll all end up breaking the on-course rules, so we'll go over the new off-course rules first.

"First of all, there have been changes to the roommates. We were receiving complaints from some of the people staying at the last hotels about... unorthodox noises coming from certain people's rooms..." Psymon cackled, and Oni grinned, "So in order to bring comfort to the other patrons of the lodge, we've reorganized the roommates. The list is..." The man frowned, and dug through his breast pocket, pulling out a sheet of notebook paper and unfolding it, looking down the list. "Psymon, you will be rooming with Nate."

"What?!" the two men exclaimed.

"Awww, boss, we'll be quiet!" Oni pleaded, sitting up.

"I'm sorry, but this is only for a month or two. I'm only doing it because the head honcho said to." He motioned for Nate to sit back down, and he did so, grudgingly. "Now then... Oni, you'll be rooming with Kaori."

"Figures."

"Allegra, you will be rooming with..." The man frowned, and looked at Elise, then shook his head, "Zoe."

"Great," Zoe muttered, crossing her arms. Moby pet her arm comfortingly.

"Elise, you'll be rooming with Odette, and Mac, you are rooming alone. Griff, you'll be rooming with Nate and Psymon." Griff whimpered.

"Can't I room with Mac?" he pleaded.

"Sorry, but Mac's requested a single room."

Mac coughed, and gave Griff a helpless look. "We'd lose you or your stuff. I'm not exactly the cleanest person around."

"Understatement of the bloody year," Moby muttered.

"Now then, Viggo, you and Moby will be rooming together." Moby frowned, and Viggo pouted.

"I promise if you put me with Oni and Kaori I'll behave," he said, winking at the two. Oni rolled her eyes.

"You'd be dead before you hit the ground," Psymon growled.

"Now then.... there will be no sneaking around at all hours of the night to other people's rooms, and no using up all the hot water. And I mean you, Oni."

"Awww..."

"Take only half-an-hour showers, if that. Try to cut down, alright? This isn't all fun and games, folks."

"What are you talking about?" Psymon muttered.

"Now then..."

He continued, outlining the rules, regulations, and other such important things that the boarders were supposed to follow. It took him a full two hours to explain everything, and after there were no more questions, he finished his long introduction. "I'll leave you to give your roommates your rules for the room, and then you can go out and party. We'll be shipping you off to Peak One tomorrow afternoon. That will be when you switch and room with your new partner." He stood, and straightened his tie again. "Good day to you all... Have fun, but don't break too many rules. You want to come back next year, remember?" With that, he left the lodge, and the group sat in silence for a minute.

"Well, I say we go out and start partying now. It's already five. It'll be dark soon, right?" Viggo asked, looking at the group.

"Yeah... Viggo's got the right idea." Oni frowned. "Um... How old are you guys?" she asked the new riders.

"Eighteen," Allegra muttered, crossing her arms.

"Twelve."

"Twenty-six," Nate said, standing up and stretching.

"Nineteen," Viggo said, raising an eyebrow. "What about you guys?"

"The only ones we can't take are.... Oh, whoa, we're all 18 and up. Hah. Looks like Griff's the only one out," Oni said, sighing. "Sorry little guy."

"It's okay... I'll just hang around and play videogames."

"I will stay here," Kaori said, shaking her head, "Partying is not my thing."

"Alright then," Odette said, standing, "I'm going to go get changed."

"Yeah, I'll come with," Oni said, getting off of Psymon's lap, then pulling him up by the arm. "You all do the same, yeah?"

"Okee," Zoe said, grinning when Moby stood and lifted her up with his arms, "To the bat-cave!"

"We don't have a bat cave," Oni whimpered as Moby and Zoe went up the stairs. Psymon grabbed her around the waist and hefted her over his shoulder.

"We don't need a bat cave, honeybunch."

"Put me down!" she yelled, smacking him with her hands. He smacked her butt, "I'm not into that kinky shit right now!"

"Behave, or else I'll have to tie you down," he grunted, grabbing her boots so she wouldn't kick him, and going up the steps at a leisurely pace.

"That's... that's really creepy," Viggo muttered, shaking his head. "Really, really creepy."

"You get used to it," Mac said, grinning at Kaori. "Sure you don't want to go with us?" She shook her head.

"I am sure."

"Cool." Viggo put one hand on the arm of the sofa, and then put another on Mac's leg, pushing himself up. "I have a hard time getting up," he said to Mac when he noticed the questioning look on his face, and then went up the stairs. Mac frowned, and Elise shook her head.

"This is going to be a long circuit," she muttered, shooting a look at Nate, who was eyeing her again. "A very long circuit."

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"So, what'd you really do over the off-season, JPette?" Oni asked as the bartender poured the two girls' drinks. Odette smiled at the man as he gave her a Long Island iced tea.

"Well, mostly JP, I suppose."

"You dirty girl," Oni said, grinning. "I said what, not who."

"Well... we went to Madrid for a bit, that was rather nice... Then we went to Paris to attend JP's father's funeral-"

"Wait, what?" Oni said, looking at the French girl disbelievingly over the rim of her rum and coke. "He kicked it?"

"Yes... Apparently he had a stroke, or some such thing. JP ended up half-drunk and arguing with his mother about his father and how he felt for both of them. JP was rather adamant about his father being struck down by God for being a heartless son of a bitch."

"Poor boy," Oni murmured, taking another sip of her drink and looking out at the rest of the boarders, who were on the dance floor or around at different tables.

"I had to drag him out of there by the neck, with Luther's help." Oni grimaced. "Oh, Luther's lost quite a bit of weight. You can actually see around him now."

"Did you put him on a diet?"

"He did it of his own free will."

"Well, that's good. Do anything else?"

"Not really... after the funeral, JP and I went to London for a bit, but couldn't find Moby and Zoe, so we went to Cork and spent the rest of the off-season at one of his parent's summer homes."

"That sounds like fun," Oni said wistfully.

"What did you and Psymon do?" Odette questioned, looking at the Canadian, who was in the corner, talking to Zoe. Oni grinned predatorily.

"Half of the Kama Sutra."

"I didn't want to know that."

"But you found out anyways."

"Really, what did you do?" Oni sighed.

"Well, we went to Canada for a while, and stayed at his place for a bit... Then we went back down to LA and hung out at my place. My dad visited for a bit, but in general we just partied or slept. I went to a few horse shows, but no one was very good. Then Psymon got a call and had to go up home...." She looked over towards Psymon, who looked annoyed at Allegra, who was now standing by the table he and Zoe were at. "He was really angry, it seemed."

"Why didn't you go with him?"

"....For real?" Oni shook her head, then looked at her friend, "The only reason I didn't go was because I was scared that he would murder me - literally - if I asked to go. I've never seen him so mad. And then when he came back, he was okay, but... not. He was annoyed easily, drank a lot more, and sometimes it took me ten minutes to wake him up." She frowned, "I was scared he wouldn't wake up a few times. He's on these pills for something, and I kept thinking he'd actually take them and use vodka as a chaser or something. He was freaking me out pretty bad."

"He's okay now, though, right?"

"Sometimes. I dunno." Oni shook her head again. "I'm just hoping that getting back into snowboarding will help him."

"Hopefully. If JP hadn't taken a fall when practicing, he would be here too."

"Sorry about that."

"It's okay. He needed it off, anyways." Odette smiled, and stood. "Shall we go attend to the new Allegra problem?" she said, motioning to the table where Zoe and Allegra were arguing. Oni grinned.

"If it means I can boot her out of here, sure thing."

The two left the bar just as Viggo came up with Mac. "Y'want something?" the Swede asked. Mac leaned in a little.

"What? I can't hear anything in here."

"Do you want a drink?" Viggo asked again, leaning in a bit as well and raising his voice.

"Yeah, but..."

"Do you want something?" Mac nodded, and Viggo turned to the female bartender that was there. "Hey, honey."

"Hey there," she replied in a breathy little voice, pushing her strawberry-blonde hair over her shoulder. "What can I get you two?"

"How about an Irish Kiss for me... and a Swedish Blow Job for my friend here?" The bartender batted her eyelashes, and then turned around and went to making the drinks.

"A what-a-what?" Mac asked, blushing hotly. Viggo grinned.

"A Swedish Blow Job. They're pretty good. An ounce of Kahlua, a bit of whipped-cream, and a half ounce of cream soda, in that order. You'll like it."

"And an Irish Kiss?"

"You'll see." They watched the bartender fix up Mac's drink, and then finish Viggo's. She turned and handed Mac his drink, and then leaned over and gave Viggo a kiss on the cheek, before handing him his drink. They went back to their table, and Viggo smirked. "That's an Irish Kiss. This is just a drink. Bailey's, Kahlua, coffee, and whipped cream."

"They didn't card us," Mac said, frowning.

"Why would they? We're pro athletes. They don't give a damn here, anyways. You can tell, because they don't have any of those 'We Card' signs on the door or the mirror.

"You're pretty cool, Viggo."

"You're not so bad yourself, man." Viggo eyed the other discretely, then blushed and looked around to make sure no one had noticed.

"This is really good," Mac said, dragging Viggo back to the table. He couldn't help grinning.

"It's nowhere near as good as the real thing," the Swede said, waggling his eyebrows before winking over at the bartender, who giggled and waved a napkin at him. "Be right back," he said, getting up and waltzing over to the girl.

He came back with seven digits scrawled on a white napkin, and sat down, taking a gulp of his drink. "Nowhere near as good as the real thing."

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A/N: *giggles and wonders how long it will be before she has to start directing people to chapters at Adultfanfiction.net*