Notesies: Um... yeah. I've just had a wonderful (absolutely marvelous, actually) cup of coffee. Mmm. Anyways, here you get more craziness. Yay, craziness!

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Nina emptied her glass of lemonade and went back to get another one. She sipped it quietly and didn't pay any attention to the other person coming to get more.

"It tastes horrible, doesn't it?" Anna asked her while filling up her own glass. Nina nodded slowly.

"It sure does."

They stood quietly for a while, not looking at each other.

"So, what's wrong with you?" Anna finally asked. Nina jerked her head up.

"Huh? Or, right…" she mumbled and rolled her eyes. "Blah, blah, I hate you, stuff like that… Listen, I'm really not in the mood for that junk right now."

Anna nodded slowly.

"I understand. Should we take a break for the night?"

"Let's." Nina agreed. "By the way, do you know what's wrong with Steve?"

"Do you mean the British-thing? I told him to act like a gentleman for once. I guess he took it just a little bit too literally."

"Yeah, he did. And he made that other guy even scarier than before. What's his name?"

"What, you mean Bryan? I think that's pretty hot, actually."

"Well, why wouldn't you? I mean, you slept with Ogre and dated Jack-5…"

"Shut up."

"Make me."

They stood quietly for a while, glaring at each other. Nina finally sighed deeply, her shoulders slumping down in a comical way.

"God, I need a man!"

"Me too, I just realized that Jack wasn't the guy for me…"

Nina interrupted her by clearing her throat and motioning towards Anna with her head. Anna looked over her shoulder at Jack-5, who was standing just a bit away, staring out into nothing. Anna looked back at Nina with an embarrassed look on her face and sipped a little lemonade from her glass.

"Well, wasn't this awkward…" she muttered.

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Hwoarang came back into the dining room, looking around for Christie. When he didn't see her, he walked over to Ling, who had gotten used to her torn shirt. He patted her shoulder. She turned towards him with a smile.

"Yes?"

He raised his slightly shaking hands towards her with a distressed look on his face.

"I felt nothing…!" he whimpered. She glanced to her sides, as if looking for an escape route.

"So…?" she asked him.

"Can I try with yours?"

She stared at him, surprised.

"What! Of course not, you jerk!" she growled at him. Paul appeared out of nowhere and grabbed one of Hwoarang's wrists. He stared at the palm of his hand with a hysterical grin on his face.

"These touched Christie…!" he whispered, broke out into insane laughter and began rubbing the hand against his face. Hwoarang and Ling stared at him. Hwoarang's face softened and he looked at Paul with something close to a loving expression on his face as Paul began licking his hand with disgusting noises. Ling looked from Hwoarang to Paul and slowly backed away. Hwoarang seemed to realize something and slapped his own face with his free hand.

"NO! No, no, no, no, no!" he cried out and pushed Paul away. He then ran off, whimpering about a burning sensation. Paul wiped his mouth, looking after him.

"Maybe I overreacted." He stated to himself and walked off to get some more lemonade.

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Nina and Anna strolled slowly through the dining room, looking around.

"Well… how about Paul?" Anna asked. Nina shrugged.

"I don't know, really… he wasn't that good, was he?"

"No, no, maybe not… then maybe… Lee?"

"The birthday boy? Yeah, why not?"

They stopped when they heard him break out into hysterical sobs again. His hilarious party hat was slanted on his head. Heihachi still sat next to him, looking pained by all sorts of things life can do to one man. Anna and Nina grimaced.

"No." they agreed simultaneously. They looked around some more.

"Where did Raven go?" Anna asked with a grin.

"Hmmm…" Nina mumbled, looking up at the roof, considering it. "Yeah, he might not be so bad after all."

Anna suddenly elbowed her side with a motion towards a darkened corner. Nina grinned.

"Perfect." She purred and the sisters moved towards it with diabolical determination.

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Lei leant against the wall, looking at his watch with anticipation.

"Alright, Eddy said it would be just about…" he mumbled to himself, but was interrupted by his own surprised scream as he was yanked from the safety of his dark corner. He found himself staring at the faces of two grinning sisters.

"Why hello Lei." Nina purred, leaning at his arm.

"How are you?" Anna asked, leaning at the other arm, playing with a lock of his hair.

"I'm just fine… about to become even better." He replied, looking from one to another. "How are you doing?"

"Oh, just great!"

"Now…" Nina added, giggling in a very uncharacteristically girlish way.

"Uh-huh." Lei laughed nervously and began looking for escape routes. "Listen, I should…"

"So, what do you do for a living?" Anna interrupted him.

"Oh, I'm a cop."

Anna and Nina gave each other a surprised look and grinned widely.

"Oh, have we been mean, officer?" Nina asked, tugging his tie with a smile.

"Are you here to arrest us?" Anna added.

"Isn't that shirt a little too tight?"

Lei gave them each surprised looks, frowning. Then he understood what they meant.

"Oh. Oh, man…" he began, pushing them away a bit. "Listen, ladies, I really am a cop…"

His voice trailed off as Nina presented a wrinkly piece of paper. Lei stared, fascinated, at the money she managed to tuck inside the waistband of his pants. He looked closer and gasped.

"Is that fifty bucks? I'm in!" he squealed happily and put his arms around their shoulders, leading the giggling women towards the cabins.

- - -

Julia nodded thoughtfully about what Jun just said. They strolled down the side of the yacht, enjoying the evening breeze.

"Well… that thing about high-heels really is interesting, but I don't know about the thing with your calves. You know, with the surgery and stuff. Is that really legal?" Julia asked. Jun shrugged slightly.

"Well, I guess that depends on who you ask."

"Oh, like…" Julia began, but was interrupted by a shadowy figure suddenly appearing in front of them.

"Oh. Hi Jun. Hi Julia." Bruce greeted them quietly.

Jun sighed almost unnoticeably.

"Hello, Bruce." She replied, unable to hide the annoyed tone in her voice. "What are you doing out here?"

Bruce looked out at sea with a sigh.

"I just thought the cold air could make me feel something for once. I was wrong." He moaned and showed them a bottle in his hand. "And the wine tastes like cardboard, too!"

He sighed, his shoulder slumping down, and gave the bottle to Jun.

"Here…" he sighed. "Take this, and make sure that you…!"

He was interrupted abruptly as Jun without reason smashed the bottle against the side of his head, making him collapse to the floor. Julia stared in surprise at him. Jun still held the bottleneck in her hand, she turned the sharp edges down against Bruce and dropped it. It hit him with a disgusting, wet sound.

"Ow…." He moaned quietly. Jun brushed her hands off against each other and turned to Julia with a hearty smile.

"I'm hungry. Let's go get a snack."

Julia didn't even consider it for a second.

"Okay!" she replied happily and followed Jun back towards the dining room. They didn't see Steve and Bryan turning the corner a bit away, talking unnecessarily loudly to each other for the sixth time that night about the weather while sipping tea. They stopped just a few steps from Bruce and looked down on him curiously. Bryan turned his head towards Steve.

"I say, Steve, there appears to be a wounded African-American in our way."

"Why yes, Bryan, so it seems! What would be the gentleman course of action in this situation?"

Bryan thought hard about it for a second.

"Give him a quarter?" he replied hesitantly. Steve smiled and nodded.

"That's just it! Very good, Bryan."

"Oh! And a biscuit!"

"Why, that's very generous of you, Bryan."

"Thank you, Steve."

"Now let's just quietly sip our tea for a while."

"Yes, let's!"

They sipped their tea. Slowly. Steve hummed thoughtfully when he put the cup back on the little matching saucer in his hand.

"That is very good tea, isn't it?" he stated.

"Why yes! Delicious, I'd say."

"Though it needs a bit more honey."

"That's just what I was thinking! Let's go ask that friendly Lee fellow for more honey!"

"Why, that's a splendid idea!" Steve squealed and paused for a moment. He dug in his pocket and presented a shiny quarter. He dropped it next to Bruce's head.

"Here you go, little fellow! And here's…" he dug in his pocket some more and found the aforementioned biscuit, dropping it next to Bruce's head. "…your biscuit, too!"

He then sighed, sipped some tea and turned to Bryan again.

"So, shall we?"

"Oh, after you."

"Why, thank you."

After that little conversation they simply stepped over Bruce and continued towards the dining room.

"Pain…!" he hissed behind them, something they ignored. They entered the dining room and quickly made their way towards Lee.

"Why hello, Mr. Chaolan!" Steve greeted.

"Lovely weather, isn't it?" Bryan added.

"We just came to ask if you might by any chance have some honey."

Lee looked up at them, darkly. He grimaced and hid his face in his hands with a groan.

"For the last time, YES! Ask the French Guy!"

Steve drew for breath to ask something more. Lee's arm shot out to his side, quickly.

"In the kitchen!" he hissed at them.

"Why…" Bryan began with a huge grin.

"Shut up."

Steve noticed Heihachi and smiled at him.

"Why, hello Mr. Mishima."

Heihachi gave them a tired glance.

"Yeah, yeah, nice weather and good tea, I get it. Just go away."

"Well, it was nice meeting you!" Bryan stated happily. Heihachi glared at him. Bryan and Steve ignored him and turned towards the kitchen. They opened the doors with friendly smiles.

"Get out of my kitchen!" the French Guy roared angrily. The Japanese chef quickly shoved a jar of honey in Steve's arms and forced the doors closed. Bryan and Steve glanced at each other, shrugged and walked off, looking for new adventures.

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Ling looked up the stairs with a huge grin on her face. She then looked down on the velvet rope. After a moment's consideration, she unhooked the end of it from the wall, slunk past it and put it back. She then grinned again, looking up at the mysterious darkness above.

"Ah, what could happen?" she asked herself optimistically and climbed the stairs, ready for whatever might come.

- - -

Forest grinned at Paul, who just turned the corner.

"Well!" he purred. "Fancy meeting you here."

Paul gave him a surprised look.

"Oh, hi. What are you doing so far away from daddy?" he asked and laughed shortly yet loudly. Forest shrugged.

"Ah, dad doesn't get me, you know."

Paul frowned slightly.

"Aren't you a little old for a teenage rebellion?"

"Screw that." Forest grinned at him. "You know, I've missed those times of wild, thoughtless, sweaty mansex we had."

"Oh, yeah…" Paul said and chuckled when he looked back at it. "All those nights of partying."

"The suggestive phone calls we made to Jin."

"That other guy."

"The little black books you collected, those were great."

"The stuff I did to everyone."

"Yeah…" Forest said slowly and grimaced. "Actually, that wasn't funny."

They laughed at it together for a short while. Forest made a motion towards a door with his head.

"I found a Jacuzzi. Wanna defile Lee's boat?"

Paul shrugged.

"Sure. I need to get my mind off Christie and Ling." He said and sighed. "Just thinking about that makes me want to run off crying again."

Forest grinned, opened the door and stared in surprise. Paul looked over his shoulder at the guy floating face down in the Jacuzzi.

"Well…" Paul finally said. "That was unexpected."

"Who is that?" Forest asked, his face brightening up with sadistic anxiousness. "Is it Jin?"

One of the Scotsmen walked up towards them from behind.

"Oi!" he called. "Yer nay supposed ta be here…"

He fell silent when he noticed the body in the Jacuzzi. He grabbed his hair with a squeal.

"Nay! Fergus!" he called out and then stamped the floor with a frustrated groan. "I told ye not to swim to the deep end!"

He then sighed, rolled his eyes and forced his way past Forest and Paul. He pulled Forest along with him, opened a closet a bit away from the Jacuzzi and showed a black garbage bag at his chest. He took a long, hooked stick from the closet and grinned at Forest.

"Ye just hold that bag, laddie, ar'ight?" he ordered and began trying to fish Fergus' body out of the water. Forest looked over his shoulder at Paul, who by now very much resembled a sad puppy.

"So are we defiling Lee's boat or what?" he asked. Forest groaned.

"I think I'm gonna be sick…" he said quietly. Paul grimaced and kicked the door.

"Damn it! What does a guy have to do to get some action around here!" he growled and walked away, muttering to himself. Funny noises came from the Jacuzzi-room.

"Oi! He nay be dead!" the Scotsman exclaimed happily.

"Oh god…" Forest whined.

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Eddy sat outside, looking out over the sea. He saw random objects happily jumping up and down in the water. He didn't pay them any attention. He heard muffled sounds of the band from inside. He noticed after a while another sound, something from far, far away. Or something quiet from nearby. He tilted his head slightly, concentrating on the sound with the few shattered remains of his mind. He suddenly realized it came from nearby and turned his head, almost smashing it into Yoshimitsu's face. Yoshimitsu's eyes blinked, changed colour, grew and acted generally kaleidoscopically. Together with his maniacal grin, it gave him a weird, 'happy-nightmare' look. It was pretty, in a strangely trippy kind of way. Yoshimitsu leapt back with a startled yelp, causing Eddy to do the very same thing. Yoshimitsu then pointed at him with a shaky finger.

"Demon bird! DEMON BIRD!" he cried. Eddy frowned.

"Sugar?" he suggested. Yoshimitsu calmed down and seemed to consider it.

"Fuzzy lemons." He finally managed to reply. Eddy glared at him.

"No!" he said loudly, as if correcting a child. Yoshimitsu shrugged, walked over to the railing and looked down in the water. Eddy shook his head, slowly.

"Who's your daddy?" he mumbled out into the open and fell down on deck. Yoshimitsu sighed deeply.

"You know I grew up by the sea?" he said slowly. "There was this huge manatee, her name was Lucy, and everybody got eaten by her. Every single one. I'll never forget about Lucy, she owes me five bucks."

Eddy nodded thoughtfully.

"Good point, dude." He said. "But didn't you grow up in the forest kind of stuff?"

Yoshimitsu shrugged.

"Well, it was the forest in the sea or the sea in the forest, it was something like that, I don't know, I wasn't listening."

Eddy mumbled something incoherent.

"I like my tie." Yoshimitsu stated, climbed up on the railing and spread his arms out.

"Wheeeeeee!" he cried out, momentarily lost his balance and dropped his sword into the sea.

"Bunnies!" he cursed and jumped after it. Eddy noticed this and raised his hand.

"Fight the power! I believe you can fly!" he cried out and then cheered some more for no apparent reason before burping and passing out.

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Wang woke up, stretching slightly. His joints cracked in an old-man kind of way. He looked around, checking where he was. He was lying on an uncomfortable, thin bed and the Scotland flag was taped to the ceiling above him. He heard some slurred conversation and sat up. His sudden appearance was greeted by happy cheers.

"Oi! The ol' man's up!"

"Yay, 'e ain't dead!"

"'ere!" someone said happily and showed a glass full of an amber liquid that smelled like burning pain under his nose. "'ave some WHISHKEY!"

Wang blinked.

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A/N: For avoiding confusion in later chapters: Strippers like to show up dressed as cops. Nuff said.