Mako's Message: I'm really sorry about the delay of this chapter. The last...week...and a half has been...really, really bad and I've been sick all weekend. But I finally sat down and banged this out so here it is.

I got nothing else so enjoy!


Tonight was great. We ran into some cunts and they're always good for a fun night. This group decided to take over a nice restaurant for the night. Well, "taking over" might be over stating it a bit. They probably just went in there to terrorize people and steal some food.

There were only six of them that we could see at first, but they were taking up the entire floor. There were a couple harassing a waitress, and another with his feet on the table reading a menu, and three others were playing darts with the flatware and the paintings. There were people cowering in some of the booths, but it looked like everybody who could get out had already gotten out. We didn't hear any sirens though so nobody had called the police yet.

There weren't that many of them, but after the disaster at the bar we promised ourselves we weren't going to rush into shit like that anymore. So Dave was going to wait a minute then go in through the front while I went around and came in through the back. Dave thought it'd be better for me to go in the front since I was the better fighter and people are more scared of me so I'd hold their attention better, but I reminded him that stealth really wasn't his thing and that he was a big boy and he could handle six cunts by himself. Then I added, "But if you think the little girl should handle it you can sneak in the back."

He shoved me and

said, "Go fuck off round the back."

I flipped him off as I went around the building.

The back door was locked, and it wasn't the sort of door you can pick, or kick in, so while I was keeping the roof vents as an option, I decided to knock first.

I waited by the side of the door holding my staff like a pool que and, just like I thought, there was a cunt in the back watching the cooks. He opened the door and peaked out with a knife ready to stab someone, but I jabbed him in the face before he even saw me. It was a perfect hit right to his temple and the guy dropped like a bull hit with a captive bolt pistol.

I shushed the cooks and cuffed the guy then headed out to the dinning room.

Dave was just making his entrance, and the cunts seemed to think they could take him since they were all on their feet and closing in on him. They had no idea I was there, and I shushed the customers that saw me. I crept all the way up the table just behind them, pulled a chair out, climbed up on one of the tables and sat down.

Dave looked at me like, "What are you doing?"

I grinned at him and made a, "Go on." motion with my hand.

He gave me, "Are you serious?" look and I just nodded.

The guy closest to him noticed that Dave was looking past them, and started to turn to look. That was when Dave punched him.

Dave managed to more solid hits on them before they all jumped on him and it turned into a kind of a cluster fuck. It was actually kind of like those dust clouds of violence they use in cartoons. I could see people throwing punches and elbows and cries of pain but I couldn't really make out everything that was going on. But eventually Dave stood up and the cunts bleed and drooled on the floor.

Dave seemed like he didn't know if he should be pround of himself for taking them all on or pissed at me for making him. I solved his problem by smiling and holding my fist out and saying, "Knew you could do it."

He kinda laughed and fist bumped me. Then I turned and asked everybody in the room, "So, anybody call the cops yet?"

Dead silence.

I said, "Fuck, we gotta do everything in this town." and made a big show of pulling out my phone and dialing saying, "Nine. One. One." as I dialed. When they picked up I said, "Cunts at Pasta Piato" then hung up and said, "Not hard."

So we cuffed the cunts and left them on the floor for the cops.

As soon as we were away from prying eyes I jumped and Dave and said, "That is how you live up to your name!"

He laughed and said, "I still wouldn't have minded having your help," and he let me ride on his back for a little bit. As much as I liked it, it just couldn't risk anyone seeing me like that for more than a few seconds. It's be nice if he could do that with me out of costume.

So like I said, it was a good night. It was a nice change of pace from all the crazy going on in my "normal" life.

For example, Angela said that if I'm going to go to Homecoming then I should get my ears pierced. I liked the idea of it since it could help me look older so I said I would. But then she starts trying to talk me into letting HER do it for me. She said it'd save me money and that she'd already done Jessi's and even made her show me her piercings. And they did look okay, but I don't care if she holds it under a blow torch and cools it with bleach, there's no way I'm gonna let that crazy bitch stab me through the ear with a sewing needle. I thanked her for trying to save me the money, but I told her that I was going to have it done professionally.

She pouted about it but eventually let it go.

And Marcus has been staring at me like I'm going to sprout fangs and attack him in his sleep since I told him I was going to this dance. He probably thinks it's funny but it's really getting old.

Dress shopping wasn't as bad as I was expecting though. It just took all fucking day. And I didn't even get to make any choices until the end. I wanted something princessy(Yeah, I know, shut up. I just kept thinking of Cinderella.) but that got shot down almost immediately. I ended up sitting there while Angela argued with this sales girl named Elise. It was kind of funny because she seemed to be trying to hide her french accent but the more heated their arguing got the more it slipped out. I even caught her swearing in french while she was off looking for more dresses for me to try on. They must have tried half the store on me. The girl even stopped caring about the size of what they were making me try on sayign that they could just order it in my size(I'd made it clear that I didn't care about cost, just so long as I looked amazing). She kept trying strapless dress on me, but none of them really wanted to stay up. If I wore one I would have been tugging it up every ten minutes. I'd look like an idiot. Though, I suppose I could have used that strategically...(So Dave, what do you think of my dress? Oops!) But unless I make my move early and he immediately sweeps me off to his house to see me out of the dress completely...I don't think it'd be a good idea.

They finally found this dress that was just over one shoulder and had this sash that Elise insisted would enhance my "modest" bust. The skirt was short but kinda princessy at least. Angela seemed to think I should be wearing green but Elise insisted that I'd look good in a pale blue. I wanted purple or pink but they'd stopped listening to me hours before that. I picked the blue since it was closer to purple. Besides, green is Dave's color.

So, next weekend is shoes. They have to match the dress so that should be a shorter trip. Hopefully.