Butch blinked twice, he then looked at his hand and to the table. For a full two minutes the three glanced around dumbly until finally Butch looked at Kaoru for the third time.

"HEY! Fork it over btch!" he growled.

Kaoru laughed and chucked the bottle in the garbage. By this time Butch had turned his attention to Boomer, who had crawled under the table and was picking at the multi coloured gum under the table.

"Ha! It's like poking a dried up squirrel brain!" the blonde boy laughed.

The boys began laughing hysterically, and Butch fell over out of his seat, which cause the other two to laugh even harder. The girls rolled their eyes. Brick who once again caught sight of Momoko staggered up. He could barely hold himself up and had to hang on to the rim of the seat to keep from falling.

"Whatcha looking at btch?"

"You're worse than I thought…" Momoko muttered to herself.

Brick suddenly leaned forward and threw up. The girls screamed and backed away a good distance. Most of the people had left by now and the employees hid in the kitchen, leaving the six practically alone. The male leader lifted his head, only to throw up again. Boomer and Butch paid no heed to him, and began to drink again.

Momoko was unsure what to do. She wanted to leave, the smell was becoming strong and nauseating. She wanted to leave, and yet she couldn't. This was all too weird for her to leave. When Brick stopped, he wiped his mouth and fell back into the seat. As Miyako took a step, a bottle shot past her, missing her face by a few inches, and smashed up against a wall.

"I win!" Boomer yelled, throwing his hands in the air.

"I LOVE THIS GAME!" Brick screamed, picking up a bottle and throwing it at the door.

The boys laughed hysterically as the bottle smashed.

"They're going to kill some one…" Kaoru snapped.

"Let's blow this joint!"

Momoko whirled around. At first she expected the boys to get up, but she saw Brick reach down and pull out a box. He lifted out a fireworks set, one that was illegal in several parts of Japan, and almost all of America.

"NO!" Miyako shrieked before she was dragged away by Kaoru.

The three ran all the way from the restaurant across the street to a safe distance. They waited, not daring to breathe.

….BOOM!

Suddenly, the dark night sky was filled with multiple colours for a few seconds, before dying down. Smoke rose from the building. All around the three were people frantically calling 911.

"If we don't get out of here, WE might get blamed for this!" Kaoru hissed quietly.

The other two nodded and began running. Momoko glanced over and noticed that Miyako was running particularly close to Kaoru, and brushed up against her several times. When the leader looked back again, now it was Kaoru getting closer to Miyako, they even smiled at each other.

"If I didn't know any better…" the leader mumbled.

"We should stop running, it looks suspicious." Kaoru broke the silence and turned her attention to the red head.

Momoko slowed down, followed by Miyako and then Kaoru. They walked for awhile before Miyako stopped and pointed across the street.

"There's a short cut home through that alley, I've taken it before."

"Okay…"

The group walked across when Momoko whirled around, her eyes wide but narrowed.

"YOU'RE HOLDING HANDS?" she shrieked.

Miyako and Kaoru looked down, their hands were clutched tightly. Neither one bothered to hide it or cover it up. Momoko was not as gullible as she used to be, they had been found out and there was nothing that could be done.

"Momoko listen…"

"B- but Miyako! I- I thought that T-!" Momoko was cut off as she bumped into another person.

What could some one possibly be doing in a dark alley like this so late at night?

The red head thought before she turned around. Kaoru and Miyako gasped. Momoko's jaw dropped.

Three boys were standing there, looking confused and half dead. Each had a sloppy pose, and seemed to trip even though none of them were moving. One looked to his feet, at the girls, and then straight up.

"Where did our juice go?"