It was official. The world had gone mad.

Mokuba, having taken it on himself to try and soothe Anzu, looked to Seto for help.

"She's hungover, not dying Mokuba."

The boy's shoulders slumped in frustration and he pursed his lips. Seto rolled his eyes, but did not move.

Yugi, ducking his head down close to the bench, swayed from side to side, trying to find some life in his friend.

"Anzu, it's not like you to go out and …"

"Bingin' is the word you want Yug ol' pal."

"Why don't you just shut your yapping mutt."

"Ah, a small form of normality, at last. I should really turn around and rip his head off for talking to Jou like that."

"Don't you dare," whined her brain. "You've punished me enough already. Besides when was it ever normal for him to defend you."

Anzu lightly banged her fist on the counter. "he's not defending me, he's playing his usual game of insults with Jou."

"So say you. If that's your story then stick to it."

"Anzu?" asked Yugi. "Are you okay, you seem to be getting a bit hostile there."

Even Mokuba had stepped away when he saw her hitting the table.

Lifting her head, she rubbed her face in her hands several times. Her sunglasses clattered as they hit the hard surface. With her face still hidden, she nodded.

"So who'd ya go with to get so wasted." Piped up Jou.

If she could have seen his face, he would have received one upside of the head for the thoughts that played plainly on his tell all dial.

"My mother." Came the mumbled reply.

"Ya Mother!" Jou's mouth hung slack. Shocked beyond further words.

Resting her cheek on one hand, she turned her head to look at him.

"You having trouble hearing today, yes my mother."

"Well ya don' haveta get snippy about it."

Anzu raised a very expressive eyebrow.

Pushing himself roughly away from the bench, Jou looked from his friend to his enemy and then back to his friend again.

"Ya know what?" He stood there in silence, frantically thinking of something witty to comeback with. "I got nothin' ta say."

He slumped back on the stool. "It was there, the perfect comeback and then gone, poof." He shook his head.

"Don't even think about it Seto." Anzu glared over her shoulder at him. Seto merely snorted and turned away.

"Oh she knows you so well big brother." Laughed Mokuba. "Yes!" His heart giving a silent victory dance, for the progress made so far. It may not look it to a stranger, but those who knew his big brother well could see the difference as plain as the nose on their face.

"Mokuba, if we are to make it in time lets go." Seto was growing impatient.

"But I haven't asked her yet." Protested Mokuba.

With only one HER in the room Anzu knew that she was about to sweep another bend on this newly created ride.

"You wanted to ask me something?"

The boy nodded.

"And?"

The boy shifted from one foot to the other, and shyly ducked his head.

"I'm sorry Mokuba, I couldn't hear you, say it a bit louder."

The boy looked around the room. Yugi and Jou were staring at him. He began to stammer.

"I..I .. w-was wondering.." his voice trailed off.

Seto sighed. "He wants to know if you can teach him to dance. Now come on Mokuba, we're going to be late.

Anzu smiled, and could see him begin to relax. Only to tense up again when Jou yelled out. "Is that all, I thought ya were askin' 'er on a date or somethin'."

Shutting her mouth tight she turned and looked daggers at Jou. The stare so intimidating that his eyes widened in fear and leaning further back than he should, eventually fell landing flat on his back on the floor.

"It would be a pleasure Mokuba, but I've got a question for you."

Both Kaiba's stopped at the door.

"Yes Anzu."

"How did you know I was here?"

"Your mother told us." Came the simple reply.

"My mother?"

Seto smirked. "You having trouble hearing? Yes your mother. It seems she's quite good at disturbing the peace of the world."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked indignantly.

The only answer she got was an even larger smirk and the sound of the door shutting.