Oooohhh! Hehehehe! Nope! Tank is not like you think, Verea, going to Rachel. Quite the contrary! Hehehe! (I am so dumb sometimes...ahhh…comes in the family.)

Anyway, I won't say another word so as to not spoil your fun and I thank you sincerely for your reviews! Good luck with your own!

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Tank leads Stephanie to his red firebird while Ranger guided me to a black Porsche.

Driving in total silence, I absent mindedly rummage through my bag and take a chewing gum out, popping the mint flavored thing in my mouth.

Ranger's eyes flick my way before returning to the road.

"Want one?" I ask him but he only shakes his head, eyes not leaving the road.

The rest of the journey is silent and I open the files Ranger had handed us in the elevator.

Two men in their twenties, both had brown hair although one of them, Carl Serrano, had green eyes and looked quite attractive.

Even if I had the sex god right next to me.

The second has gray eyes and, even though he doesn't look great, he has a certain charm.

Ranger nudges me and I look up, finding we are parked in front of the club.

"Already?" I ask, looking around, wide-eyed.

Ranger takes a small microphone out of his pocket and leans over to me.

My heart starts beating like that of a wild rabbit as his hand goes under my dress and places the mic somewhere inaccessible under my dress.

He grins wolfishly and I glare. Well…not a very convincing glare but still…

Then he is out of the car and holding the door open for me.

Maybe I just imagined all that…maybe I have serious head problems and I am in some psychiatric hospital with doctors laughing their asses off at me.

Well, if that is the case then I better have fun!

Stepping out, Ranger takes my hand and leads me to the entrance where Steph and Tank are already waiting.

With a nod to us, the two men back into the darkness and we walk in confidently.

Steph leads us to the bar and orders a juice.

"Rum coke please." I order, looking around casually.

I immediately spot the two skips, four of five women drooling over them.

Geez…what would happen if Ranger waked in? Orgasms accidents probably.

"Hello cutie." A deep masculine voice says behind me and I turn around to find Carl Serrano standing right next to me.

I smile at him and turn my body so as to face him.

"Hey."

His eyes travel up and down my body and I stomp down the urge to fidget.

"Would you like a refill?" The barman asks and the skip turns to me.

I nod. "So. What's your name?" I ask, feeling I should at least start.

"Carl. You?" He asks, downing his martini.

"Sandra." I pick a name randomly and smile flirtuasly.

After a few more drinks and tempting invitations on his part, I get up and follow him out, inwardly bouncing but my face carefully showing nothing except alcohol induced giggles.

Which are fake! Um…SHUT UP!

As soon as the door shuts behind us, Tank appears behind Carl and hits unceremoniously on the head, sending the cute guy sprawling on the parking lot.

Ranger nods to me before riveting his eyes to the skip.

"So. Who wants to go dance?" I ask enthusiastically.

Tank stops moving and looks at me, one eyebrow raised while Ranger only stares thoughtfully at me.

"What?" I ask, exasperated. "This is a club. Meaning having fun dancing and drinking!"

Steph comes out with her own skip, which is neutralized immediately, the poor guy not even knowing what's happening.

Pouting, I take Steph's arm and we walk back inside, Steph swaying a little.

"How much did you drink Steph?" I ask her, making her sit down on a barstool.

"I don't know."

"Can you dance?"

"Yes."

"Good. Come." I order, dragging her to the dance floor.

I know for a reason that as long as you dance, you take most of the alcohol out of your system so Steph will be better after something like fifteen minutes.

Guys CANNOT, I repeat, cannot let you dance on your own. For some reason a girl dancing on her own is…unbelievable.

Right now I am VERY happy for this because Ranger appears behind me and we start dancing, his hands on my hips.

I don't know how long we danced or when we decided to leave but I noticed that Ranger was carrying me to the car and Steph was giggling in Tank's own powerful arms.

Gently setting me down, Ranger leans on the doorframe, looking at me intently.

I blame it on the alcohol but without much thought I scoot closer to him and kiss him on the lips.

Ranger stays shocked a couple seconds before kissing me back.

Then…he's gone. The door closes and he hops in.

There must be maybe 10 guys on a thousand that wouldn't take advantage of a woman when she's drunk and I have to find myself in the company of one of them. What did I do to god these days?

Ranger chuckles and I slap my hand over my mouth.

We pull out and I fall asleep, lulled by the engine's deep rumbling and the smell of Bulgari.

When I wake up however I do NOT feel so great.

My tongue is stuck at the top of my mouth and I feel a headache coming. Darn.

Trudging to the bathroom, I take one look at myself and whimper.

My hairs are the worst I've seen them…

After a quick shower with a LOT of conditioner, I start untangling my hair and thinking back to yesterday night's events.

Ranger may look like some military health guru but can he dance! Wow! I haven't danced so much since…since…I can't even remember!

I do remember being especially thrilled to see all the women around us ogle at Ranger and unknowingly step on their partner's feet every second or so.

Smiling at the thought, I step out, feeling refreshed and bounce to the fridge.

It is still full from the shopping I had made when I cleaned this place so I take yoghurt, a chocolate bar and a canned iced tea.

Steph comes in, hair like hell and looking really thrashed.

"I feel like shit." She whines, looking through the fridge too.

Smiling sympathetically, I put the empty yoghurt in the bin and wonder around the apartment, can in hand.

A knock on the door startles me and I open I without looking through the peephole.

Big mistake. A guy is running away and a small package is left on the doorstep.

Horror seizing me, I slam the door shut and run into the kitchen just in time to hear a loud boom and to see the room go black.

The sound of voices brings me out of the darkness and my eyelids flutter open, my head aching horribly.

I focus on the people looking down at me and grin at Tank, Steph and Ranger's worried faces.

"Howdy." I croak, trying to sit up and failing miserably.

"Oh god! Are you all right? All I heard was you closing the door, jumping on me and a huge crash!" Steph exclaims hysterically.

"Stephanie, I'm alive and still have a damn hang over, please don't yell." I beg, head throbbing.

Ranger chuckles and picks me up, gently depositing me on the miraculously unscratched couch.

"So. What did you girls do now?" He asks seriously.

I shrug and Steph looks lost.

"Sorry. I behaved relatively enough to avoid bombers these last few weeks."

I apologize. "And I can vouch for Steph." I continue, seeing Tank open his mouth.

The two men only shake their heads and carry us out of my not so wrecked apartment.

Hey! I got bombed! That's funny.

I start giggling and as soon as Steph looks at me I burst out.

Blame the nerves…Ranger's face only becomes grim as I continue laughing all the way down the corridor and in the elevator.

Though when he puts me in the car I am no longer laughing and am concentrating on my foggy memory.

Who was it…the guy ran away…I knew him…somehow…

Steph and Tank climb in too in the backseats and Ranger drives us to the Rangeman building.

"Hey Nell?" Steph asks, just as Ranger parks the car.

"We should go dancing more often."

I nod vigorously, making my receding headache come back violently.

I'm going to kill that rat bastard!

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Well here it is! CHAPTER 7! What did y'all think?

Anyway, already started writing 8, don't worry and REVIEW!

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