Saturday morning had finally arrived and the two friends were waiting patiently at the arrivals area in the airport for their guests to arrive.
"I can't wait until they get here. I haven't seen them in so long." Quatre said, looking at the arrivals' screen.
"I know what you mean. I haven't seen them since we left California." Trowa responded, watching his friend.
"Onna, I thought I told you to pack for a week!" someone barked.
"But Wuffie, I did." A lady cooed in return.
"Three suitcases aren't for one week, woman. Three suitcases are for one month!"
Quatre and Trowa looked at each other. "Is that who I think it is?" Quatre asked.
"I think it is."
The two looked through the crowd to find the source of the voices. They soon found the two bickering near the restrooms.
"Sally! Wufei!" Quatre cheered, hurrying over to his friends with Trowa right behind him.
"Quatre!" Sally smiled, holding out her arms to embrace the blonde. "Hey sweetie!"
"Trowa." Wufei greeted with a nod.
"Wufei." Trowa greeted in turn.
"What are you guys doing here?" Quatre asked, cheerfully.
"We're waiting for Dorothy and Relena. They're supposed to pick us up at eleven, but our flight came in early." Sally explained. "We just called them so they'll be here shortly."
"This is great! Heero and Duo are supposed to arrive any minute now." Quatre smiled.
"Speaking of the buffoon…" Wufei started, looking out into the crowd.
"Yoo-hoo!! Yo, Cat! Trowa-man! Sally! Wuffie!" Duo cheered, running up to his friends. "You all came out to greet me! This is great!" He hugged all of them, making sure to give Wufei an extra special squeeze.
"Duo, baka!" a voice growled through the crowd. Heero walked up carrying two particularly heavy looking bags in each hand, and another bag over his shoulder. "The baggage claim is so we can both get the bags! Not just me!"
"Heero!" Quatre squealed in delight before charging at the Japanese boy.
Heero dropped the bags and returned the embrace. "Hey, Quatre." He looked up at the others. "Trowa, Sally, Wufei." He greeted each with a nod.
"Well look at what we have here." A woman said. The six friends turned to look at the source of the voice.
"You can't have a good reunion without all of us." Her companion said.
"Dorothy! Relena!" Sally smiled, hugging each of them, followed by Quatre.
"Ha! This is great!" Duo grinned. "Group hug!"
And that's exactly what they did.
* * *
"I refuse to play! I despise this game! Never again will I play this game!" Wufei hollered.
The eight friends left the airport in three cabs and went out to lunch together to catch up on each other's lives. Neither Quatre nor Trowa said anything about Taylor Quinn so the joyous mood of being together would not change. After lunch, they went to Trowa and Quatre's apartment, since it was the closest, and decided to have some fun by playing a game.
"Wufei…" Sally growled. "Sit down and choose!! TRUTH OR DARE!"
In absolute fear, Wufei returned to his seat next his wife and Quatre. "Truth." Sally smiled, victoriously.
"Oooo! I have one!" Relena smiled. "Who holds more power in the relationship? You or Sally?"
"Absurd!" Wufei huffed, crossing his arms across his chest. "Me of course."
Sally scoffed. "It's called 'truth' Wuffie. You're supposed to tell the truth."
Everyone but Wufei laughed.
"I'd say it's Sally." Dorothy smiled, raising her champagne glass to the other woman.
"Sally." The others agreed, raising their glasses.
Sally smiled. "Thank you. Now spin the bottle, Wuffie."
Wufei shook his head but obeyed anyway. The bottle landed on…
"Hoo-hah! It's my turn!" Duo clapped. "Gimme a dare!"
"I dare you to go downstairs and ask for the woman at the counter's bra." Wufei said with a wave of his hand.
"Seriously? I thought it would be a kiss. What happened to tradition?" Duo asked.
"Too chicken, Maxwell?" The Chinese boy countered.
"Hmph. I'll do it. Just watch me." Duo stood up and left the room.
"So what are we supposed to do until he gets back?" Quatre asked.
"This is the song that doesn't end…" Dorothy started.
"And it goes on and on, my friend…" Relena added.
"Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was…" Trowa and Heero sang in unison.
"And they'll continue singing it forever just because…" Everyone joined in. "This is the song that doesn't end."
"Bom-bom-bom-bom." Wufei added.
"Yes, it goes on and on my friend…"
"Bom-bom-bom-bom."
"Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was. And they'll continue singing it forever just because this is the song that doesn't end. Yes, it goes on and on my friend. Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was. And they'll continue singing it forever just because this is the song that doesn't end. Yes, it goes on and on my friend. Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was. And they'll continue singing it forever just because-"
Just then, Duo strolled in, twirling a bra by the strap in his finger.
"He got it!" Sally smiled.
"Of course I got it." Duo grinned. He dropped the bra down in front of Wufei before sitting down next to Sally and Heero.
"How, pray tell, did you get it?" Heero asked, suspiciously.
Duo cuddled lovingly against Heero. "A magician never reveals his secret." He leaned forward and spun the bottle. It landed on…
"Damn…I hate this. Give me a dare." Trowa shrugged.
Duo smiled, mischievously. "Well I, for one, do like tradition. I dare you to give ol' Kitty Cat a smackeroo on the lips."
"Oooo!" The others teased.
Trowa glared at Duo before looking at a blushing Quatre. He got on his knees and crawled over to his friend before capturing the blonde's head in his hands and placing an ever-so-gentle kiss on his lips. The kiss was long, yet chaste, and heaven for Trowa. Had Trowa's mind still been working properly instead of numbing at the feel of Quatre's lips upon his own, he would have heard the other's cheering maniacally. Trowa reluctantly pulled away and sat back down. He didn't notice the glazed look in Quatre's eyes before spinning the bottle. It landed on…
"Yay!" Relena cheered. "I choose dare!"
Trowa shook his head to think properly. "Hmmm. Oh! Pull out the phonebook, pick a random number, and tell whoever it is who answers the phone that you only have seven hours to live and you just wanted a final chat."
Relena's jaw dropped, as did everyone else's.
"I'm not in a traditional mood." Trowa smirked.
"All right, I'll do it." Relena stood up and walked over to the phone. She pulled out the phonebook from under the counter, opened it to a random page, picked a number, and started dialing. "Hello? Yes, I have some news I would like to share with you. Uh-huh. Yes, I'd like you to know that I only have seven hours to live. I just wanted spend those hours talking to you. Is that all right with-" She hung up quickly and returned to her place next to Quatre and Dorothy. "She hung up on me!" She laughed. The others joined in the laughter while Relena spun the bottle. It landed on…
"Hn. All right." Heero rolled his eyes. "Truth."
"Okay. If you weren't a rocket scientist, what would you want to be and why?"
"Easy. I'd want to be a paid assassin. I'd love to feel apart of the night, like no one can hear or smell me. The kill is what I want to go for the most, with a gun, a dagger, anything handheld so I can feel like I have more control. I want to hear people scream for mercy before I bring death upon their souls…"
Everyone just stared at Heero, jaws dropped and eyes bulging.
Heero shrugged. "Maybe it was another life." He leaned forward and spun the bottle. It landed on…
"Hooray!" Sally cheered. "I choose…dare."
"Hn. Kiss Dorothy on the lips."
"What?! She will not!" Wufei huffed. "Injustice! She's my wife! She should kiss me!"
"It's just a game, Wuffie." Sally said. She crawled over to Dorothy and placed a short, simple, chaste kiss on the woman's lips. "And there you go." She spun the bottle and it landed on…
"Finally." Dorothy smiled. "Lay it on me, I choose a non-traditional dare."
"All right." Sally clapped her hands together. "Quatre, who lives across the hall?"
"Uh, a guy named Isaac Jensen. Why?"
"Does he live alone?"
"Yeah…"
"Great! Dorothy, I dare you to go across the hall to Isaac Jensen's and flash him." Sally smiled.
"Consider it done." Dorothy stood up and went out the door.
"Quatre, isn't Isaac a seventy year old man?" Trowa asked.
"Oh yeah!" The others burst into fits of laughter.
Suddenly, Dorothy came rushing in shaking her head, face contorted in disgust. "You didn't tell me he was ninety! Bleah!"
"Oh, you'll live." Relena laughed. "I bet ol' Isaac's had the best day of his life!"
Everyone burst into more laughter.
"Okay, okay. Here goes…" Dorothy spun the bottle. It landed on…
"Oh geez…I don't know." Quatre scratched his head.
"Give him a dare!" Sally cheered.
"Hey, wait! I never said dare!"
"You just did, Q-man." Duo winked.
"Dare it is!" Dorothy smiled.
Quatre slumped. "Okay. Lay it on me."
Dorothy's smile turned mischievous at these words. "I'm leaning for tradition. Give ol' Trowa there a smackeroo on the lips."
Quatre blushed. He quickly crawled over to his best friend, held the brunette's head in his hands, and kissed him softly. Once again, both boys were in heaven, feeling, knowing nothing other than the lips upon their own as the other six cheered them on.
Duo leaned over to whisper to Heero. "Now if only they'd get together already…"
Heero smirked. "I already have that planned out…"
Author's Notes/ Disclaimer: You know the drill, I own a shirt that says "I Need A Nap..." and not the GW Characters. I own Isaac Jensen!
The song that the friends sing is the ending theme to Lambchop's Playalong (I think that that's what it's called). I used to sing it on car rides all the time just to spite those around me. So now there are two plans hanging out there and I have no idea when the two will take place, nor do I know when they shall be posted. Daily posting is hard. Weekly's not that bad but it's the holidays so I don't have that much time. Yahta yahta yahta. And I think the whole Duo-bra thing would end up as a side-fic if I ever finish this one. Maybe. Blah!