A/N: And here we are for chapter twelve here…and it is so on time...not much else to say here…Enjoy!

He was still thinking about this when a glass was sat in front of him. He picked it up and sniffed it before placing it to his lips. He got a small amount in his mouth before choking and setting the cup back down.

"What's wrong Yu-su-ke?" Raya taunted as he began to turn green.

"NO!" he picked the cup back up and downed it. When he finished, all he could do was stare at the table as he tried not to taste what he had just ingested. He was still trying to recompose himself as the next round was placed on the table.

Antonio looked at them again "Ready…GO!"

Again, both went down the row, Yusuke, however, was dragging way behind. And again, Raya won, even more quickly than the last time.

"Not again!" Yusuke put his head down on the table.

"And this time, you drink will be Red Bull, green apple martini mix, Mt. Dew, and rum." Raya looked at him with an evil look in her eyes.

Hikaru handed him the drink. He sniffed it, just like the last. It smelled better. He seemed slightly braver, so he attempted to down it. As soon as it hit his tongue, all that changed. Sure, it smelled better, but it tasted so much worse. He eventually muscled his way through it, but he couldn't take losing another round.

"I give up." He hung his head as he admitted defeat.

"You made it two rounds, that's about average. Amaya made it five. The most I've had to go is eight, but that was against some random guy at the bar. But I have never lost." She boasted proudly. Yusuke looked up at her.

"Eight? How can you not be dead? You should have liver disease at the least!" Yusuke was not happy. How could he have been beat by a girl?!

Rayanna walked over to him. She leaned in close, and whispered so that no one else could hear her speak. "Well, I'm not human. Alcohol doesn't affect me as fast. I'm just now tipsy. Just because I haven't played past eight, doesn't mean that I couldn't.
But, I think that it comes from my father's side for the most part. So you really had no chance." She smiled and patted him on the shoulder as she stood up. "Now, let's dance!"

As they made their way to the dance floor, sultry Latin music began. Antonio grabbed Raya's hand and raised his eyebrows at her. She nodded her head and let him lead her out on the floor. They made their way out to a small open spot close to the middle of the floor. Antonio then placed his other hand on her hip and pulled her close. She put her free hand on his shoulder and moved even closer. They began to move in time with the music, stepping forward and back while swaying their hips. Others quickly followed suit, though none of the random dancers looked as good as the three in the middle. Raya, Antonio, Athren, Akira, Yusuke, and Izzabelle kept up their samba for quite a while before any pause. That was when Kurama took his chance.

He came straight up to Antonio and tapped him on the shoulder. "May I cut in?" he asked, not really meaning it as a question.

"I suppose." Antonio winked at Rayanna, and then leaned close to whisper "He's good. You can keep him." He laughed and kissed her cheek and moved away.

"Hey there stranger!" Raya took his hand and moved in closer.



"Hey you." He looked down at her and smiled. He put his hand on her hip, and began to move. Her sisters actually stopped and watched the two dance. If Raya and Antonio were good, Rayanna with Kurama was magnificent. You could see the chemistry between the two as they moved closer still.

Most of the rest of the night went fairly well. There was more dancing. And more drinking. There was only one incident right before they left.

Yusuke had left Izzy for less than a minute, but just as he returned, some drunk guy grabbed Izzabelle's hand. He tried to pull her closer. Yusuke pulled quicker and got her out of the man's grasp.

"Keep your hands off of my girlfriend!" Yusuke yelled.

"What are you going to do about it?" he reached back towards her.

"Keep your hands away!" he persisted angrily.

"What are you gonna do about it?" he puffed his chest out toward the two.

"You feel attached to that hand?" Yusuke stepped closer to the man.

"That is enough!" Rayanna stepped between the two with her hands out. "Yusuke, take Izzabelle and head to the car, we're gonna leave now. As for you," she turned to the unfamiliar man on her other side. "You will follow me to the door, and you will NOT be allowed back. "

"Why would I follow you, baby?" he took her hand.

"Because I'm the owner, that's why!" she grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back. He winced in pain as she pushed him trough the parting crowd. Most of them had seen this before, and no one wanted to get mixed up in that. They went without pause until they got to the door. There she pushed him against the wall and grabbed a Polaroid camera off a small table. She took a photo of the man, and then tacked the picture on to a corkboard over the table that she had taken the camera from.

"And now, you do not get back in here. Ever." Rayanna pulled the man off the wall and started toward the door again.

"We'll just see about that, won't we sweetie?" he looked over his shoulder at her.

"No. We won't." the bouncer unhooked the rope just in time for the man to go crashing to the ground.

"You will regret that!" he shouted from the ground.

"No. I really don't think I will. Now, you need to leave the premises. Immediately." She looked at the man, who was still on the pavement. He quickly righted himself, and stumbled away.

"Why am I the one who has to stumble upon the angry, shit-faced perverts?"she looked over at the man behind the rope.

"Just lucky, I guess." He laughed with her, then waved as she turned to go to her car.

Rayanna walked up to her truck, running her hand along the side. Then she turned to her brother with a glare. Her voice was a low, menacing whisper.

"Do not hurt my baby." She said, lovingly stroking the large black Ford between them. "You will pay dearly if you do." She then opened the door and jumped into the back seat.

'Wow. I think she meant it. I really wish I was a better driver.' He thought as he turned the key. Thankfully, not many people were on the road. Not like there should be many; normal people slept at three in the morning.



Once home, everyone stumbled into the house and promptly went to their respective rooms. Once again, Raya led Kurama to her room. And once again, they were noticed.

A/N: I think my cliffhangers are dying. On a happier note, tonight at work, the police officer on duty spent thirty minutes trying to convince me that my manager, who just happens to be my grandfather, looks like Chuck Norris with a thyroid problem. It was…interesting. But we had fun. Will update soon.