AN: This takes place sometime after Cool but before Tonight and the rumble.

"Ready for the rumble tonight?" A-Rab asked, taking a seat at Doc's.
"Yeah, I guess." Baby John said, taking a sip of his coke.
"You don't sound ready."
"Well, I haven't fought in a rumble since the Emeralds. And if it weren't for Tony, I would've been beaten senseless." Baby John explained.
"Don't worry about it." A-Rab shrugged it off.
"But I do. The Sharks are tough. Bernardo could really tear me apart if I'm not careful." Baby John crossed his arms.
"Johnny Boy, don't worry about it. I've got your back." A-Rab leaned back as far as his chair would go without it falling over, crossed his arms behind his head, and propped his feet up on the table.
"Really?" Baby John asked, smiling.
"Yeah, I won't let the Sharks hurt ya. I'll make sure you fight Chino. I'm sure you can take him." A-Rab puffed on his cigarette.
"Thanks A-Rab."
"No need to thank me. Just go throw something good on the jukebox." A-Rab waved the younger boy off and closed his eyes. He smiled as he heard the music he enjoyed flying through the room.
"Hi A-Rab!" The voice of tomboy Anybodys suddenly filled his ears.
"Ah!" He leaned back too far and fell with a thunk to the floor. When he looked up he saw he saw Anybobys smiling and laughing on his left. On his right, Baby John had his hands on his hips and was looking down at his friend, trying to hide his giggle. He offered a hand up out and A-Rab took it, letting Baby John help him up.
"Thanks." He grumbled, brushing himself off and righting his chair.
"Don't thank me. Just pay for the next song." Baby John smiled up at his friend as Anybodys laughter died away.