A/N: I received a really good review over the weekend but it isn't for this story. It's just too bad because the review was anonymous so I couldn't reply, and it'll be a long while before I update that fic again. Ah well...enjoy!xD

Playboy Blues

Chapter Four

(Hang on, before that...the chapters of this story are purposely short. Maybe later they'd lengthen when I get to the part where I'd be writing solo.)

Tala returned to their room to get a change of clothes, and was surprised to see Bryan still in.

"Why are you still here?" he asked suspiciously.

Bryan, who had been lying on his stomach in bed, turned his head to the side the glare at Tala, hoping he would shut up.

When the redhead simply returned the blank look, Bryan returned to his original position of sulking, face buried into the pillow, whining and groaning in pure agony.

"He is an odd one," Kai filled in, emerging from the bathroom in only a towel.

- - - -

Oliver and Enrique had given up on waiting and were instead waiting for dinner to be served down in one of the reserved conference rooms.

All their meals had been stalled because the hosts wanted the table complete. To pass the time, everyone was talking merrily with one another and Enrique returned to his obnoxious, suave self...that was until a certain someone came down.

Garland entered the room, apparently talking with his floor supervisor (that being Ming-ming) before signaling to address his guests.

"Terribly sorry for the wait. It seems that the Blitzkrieg is having a bit of trouble. Not to worry, they're dealing with it."

- - - -

"Look. Garland wants you all down now. Everyone's starving," Ming-ming heatedly complained before leaving.

Tala nodded. "Understood. Hiwatari, you take his right leg. I'll take his left," he commanded.

"Nevermind!" the bedridden boy yelled. "I'm up! I'm up!" he said, a string of curses following.

"It's about time."

Over at the Japanese team, Daichi did something akin to a drumroll; the boy happened to be terrible hungry.

"Aw finally!" sighed Tyson.

Heads turned to witness the newcomers. Enrique stopped in mid-drink and slowly lowered his glass. The poor blonde became incoherent for a few moments.

"Shut it, fatty," Tala warned, not in the mood to argue.

From their seats, Brooklyn looked around the table and hissed, "I'm damned hungry..." in a low inconspicuous tone.

"Yes, let's hurry up and eat," an anxious Garland came. "Tala, Bryan, Kai? Won't you take a seat?" he offered, indicating three vacant seats beside him.

Bryan was the first to concede, muttering 'whatever' as he sat beside Garland, who was maybe a bit too enthusiastic to have the lilac-haired boy sit with him.

Tala followed, so did Kai. And as soon as the bluenette's butt touched the cushion, waiters burst from hidden doors, carrying trays and trays of France's most delectable dishes.

Soon the happy chatter was restored along with the occasional clinking of cutlery.

TBC