Hello my fellow people who tried/drank a glass of wine or beer on this/next year! Ah... 2014... I almost put 2013. You know that fell when you do that. Anyways, I tried my first drank, I mean drinks. )-)... Yea I got drunk. I have a Sin now :(, WHATEVER. So here's what to my life says now. I hate life, I hate hangovers, I hate love, and I hate boys.

Human Daxter; You hate me?

Who says anything about hating you, your a girly-man.

Human Daxter; HEY!

I would still make out with ya'. *Daxter backs away slowly to the story* What?! It's just to entertain the readers and myself!

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Daxter skid against the wooden floor hitting all the splinters in his path. He fail with the transporter gate every time. Daxter got up and felt his skin burning as if some one set his face in a blaze of fire. Jak watching it all, covered her mouth and looked away. Daxter brushed out his clothes and hair. He looked at Jak in deep red with a smile under her hands.

"Hey! I didn't crash though the window like last time!" Daxter. blushed. Jak teared up with the f flashback to his last time. Daxter punched her in the arm softly. "Shut up, will ya'?" Daxter started to rub the back of his neck. He looked to see Samos looking at them.

"Good training, Daxter!" Samos said. "But than while up your out there, I forbid you to let my daughter touch any type of eco besides Green eco." Samos poked his staff at Daxter nose. "Got it?" Daxter nodded.

He push the staff away. "Noooo problem!" Daxter yelled. He pulled Jak and wrapped his arm around her. "We got the moves, right Jak? We'll love to stay and chat... But we're itchin' to get on with our adventures." Daxter smiled and winked towards Jak.

"Fine, fine, adventure away than. And while your out "adventuring". Make yourself useful and go unclog my darn Green eco caps on the far side of the beach." Samos point in the direction. "Follow the left." Samos finished. He began to breath deeply. "Now, all of you." He paused for a second. "GET OUT OFF HERE!"

Daxter picked up Jak and ran out there before here did something worst. He ran all the way to the village and set Jak down before falling to the floor, exhaling out his mouth. Carrying Jak was a bit heavy as trying to run away as fast as he can be a bit hard.

"Man," Daxter breathed, he slapped his hand on his face. "I need to work out!" Jak laughed at Daxter. "He looked down at his clothes. They were raged, ripped, and dusty. He looked up at Jak. "You got any money? I need some new clothes." He sighed. Jak pointed at herself too and nodded. "Yea, you do need some clothes. You look like a dirt bag." He chuckled at her. Jak blushed. "Maybe we'll find some at the mayor's house. He's always providing us stuff. Come on," Daxter offered his hand to her.

Jak took it and they both walked to it. They weren't that far from the place. But Jak and Daxter enjoy themselves by holding hands. Daxter eyed Jak as she walked along with her. Her hair was still a faded blue. He felt bad that he brought it among her. Her hair wouldn't go down. It still shot up like his own. Daxter frown, he felt guilty about it more.

Jak took notice and frown back with an arched brow. She did this until he noticed. "Oh, sorry Jak." Daxter apologized. "Are you feelin' okay?" Jak nodded and smiled. "Good, are you okay with your hair like that?" Daxter poked at it. She nodded once again. "Are you sure?" Jak nodded getting annoyed. "Are you a six year old?" Daxter playfully nudged her arm. "Are ya' Jak?" They both laughed and went onto the mayor's place.

"Mr. Mayor?" Daxter yelled around his house "Are you home!?"

"Oh thank goodness it's only you and Jak!" The mayor came out of a room in the back. "Someone cut the village's power! I've been afraid ever since. If you get the gears to start moving again I'll give you a power cell in return!"

"Yea! Can we get new clothes too?" Daxter asked.

"Yes, YES! Anything! This will surely get me reelected for next year's term!" The mayor cheered. "Just turn the power on And I give you clothes and a power cell."

"We're on the case then." Daxter smiled. He heard an annoying buzz in the background. He saw a jumping shadow. "Uh, that a red box?" Daxter asked. The mayor nodded. "May I take it?"

"Yes, please do so! It came in here one day, and I don't know what is in it. Plus, it's really annoying!"

Daxter nodded and pulled Jak into the room. "Hear that? We're gunna get some new clothes and a power cell. High five!" Daxter raised his hand and they both did. He jumped on the box. "Woah," he looked at the scout fly. "It looks like the wumpbees that attacked you on your ninth birthday, that was funny."

Jak snatched it away and put it in his pocket. He stared with a half grin face. Jak stuck her tongue out playfully.

"Yea, I think I deserved that."