Lime cordial makes my brain vomit... enjoy.

By the by, Analsnog is not a typo, it's a deviously clever anagram of one of our Shocky friends

Today, so far, had been one of the worst in Magenta's life. A real stinker of an experience not helped by the fact that someone seemed to have drained her meagre supply of happiness and hope in her sleep. Of course, there was a very real possibility that it had been Frank on one of his midnight wanderings throughout the house. For some peculiar reason he always seemed to get lost somewhere between the toilet and Riff Raff's room and end up 'totally bewildered and not in control of [his] actions' in Magenta's underwear drawer.

"Riff Raff!" she had screeched at her brother after observing Frank skip out of the house in one of her many missing thongs, "Can't you keep your kleptomaniac... friend under control!" she blushed at her inability to say boyfriend.

Of course – amused, smug git that he was – Riff Raff had only chuckled and made some flippant remark before getting all doey-eyed about the sight of Frank's retreating butt.

That should be my butt! She mentally wailed. It's my thong!

~~Click click, Tick tick, My my, How time goes by~~

"Yo, Mags? Yoo hoo!"

"Huh?" Magenta blinked and gazed stupefied at the circle of unamused friends as they snapped their fingers and waved their hands in front of her face.

"What planet are you on?" Columbia smacked her gum and smirked at what she considered a totally original and witty remark.

"Aw, leave her alone," Nation took a deep glug out of the plastic water bottle and attempted a kind smile, "She's busy fantasising about her beau."

Magenta shrivelled and squirmed under the lighthouse beams of curiosity suddenly being shone in her face by her three cohorts.

"Ooh, who's this then?" Columbia squealed, "Are you back with Horror or is it someone new?"

"It's no one, Nation just forgot to take her medication this morning," Magenta attempted a feeble quip, struggling to remain nonchalant.

"Come on, Genta, spill!" Columbia began vibrating with excitement, emitting small squeaks every now and then amidst the accelerated gum-chewing.

"It's her brother," Nation said with the casualness that Magenta was struggling to achieve. An evil grin splattered across her face as she offered Magenta the water bottle.

Magenta rolled her eyes and ignored Columbia's outraged gasp – and subsequent choking sounds as the pink gob of gum lodged itself in her windpipe. Analsnog – who had been quietly sucking on a raw carrot stick – suddenly and violently whacked the now blue Columbia on the back, successfully dislodging the offending blob and sending it soaring into Nation's viciously scraped back hair.

"Argh!" She leapt up and cursed, "You idiot! You utter moron! What have you done?" she wailed as she attempted to free herself of the baby pink splodge. Unfortunately for Nation, the gum was quite happy to be away from Columbia's inane chatter and constant chewing and was quite happy with the bushy red nest it had found itself in. And, ooh, look! A free massage! Gummy sighed happily and sank further into Nations tresses, spreading himself out to get the full effect of Nation's desperate fingers.

Analsnog regarded her cooly – her expression hadn't changed once throughout the whole escapade – and went back to blankly sucking on her carrot.

Magenta on the other hand had lived up to her namesake and had turned fuchsia with suppressed giggles and tears as she enjoyed her front row seat to the match of the year. Gummy vs Nation. No holds barred! Completely sold out, sorry.

"Ohmigosh! Nation! Your hair!" Columbia's pitch increases to eardrum splitting levels as she nervously fluttered around Nation, inadvertently fanning Gummy – who was quite happy to dry off a bit.

"Get off!" Nation, brushed Columbia off and gave up on trying to get Gummy to check-out early. She huffed sharply and pulled her hood up moodily and harrumphed loudly.

"Oh, Nat," Magenta said with as much sympathy as possible, taking a swig out of the bottle, "Urgh! What is this?" she spat out what she though was Moon-Pop and examined the blue liquid closer.

Nation rolled her eyes, "It's a mix of Blue Moon-Pop and Blue Moon-Alcopop, dummy."

"What?" Columbia shrieked, horrified, "You told me they'd just changed the flavour!"

Magenta un-scrunched her face from it's disgusted look and took another sip, "Geez, I think you got the ratio of pop to alcopop mixed up," she shuddered and poured some Moon-Pop from her own can in before taking an experimental drink. She screwed up her face and repeated the progress until her can was empty and she was quite tipsy.

Nation snatched the bottle off her huffily and took a healthy glug. She exhaled and wiped her mouth before offering some to the spaced-out Analsnog.

She shook her head, "Too many calories," she muttered.

Nation rolled her eyes and turned to Columbia who angrily spun away from her, "Just so you know, I'm not talking to you," she said smugly.

Nation shrugged, "Fair is fair," and took another swig.

Much later Magenta was awoken from a rather pleasant dream involving Riff Raff, a jar off marshmallow fluff and some waxing strips by an aggressive twinge of nausea.

"Oh, Gods," she groaned before lurching blindly towards the toilet, banging her head against the door in her haste.

Damn person, using the toilet when I have to! She angrily pounded on the door as her stomach contents made another bid for freedom.

Argh! Screw it all! She thought as she inserted her creepily long fingernail into the special slot and jiggled it about until she heard the welcoming click of the door unlocking.

"Yesssssss!" she cried in excitement before kicking the door open triumphantly and swaggering in.

"Magenta!" came the outraged shriek of the occupant.

"Frank?" didn't he have his own house? She took in his position – kneeling by the toilet and his slick-with-saliva fingers as well as the distinctly vomitty contents of the toilet bowl.

She skewered him with a hopefully concerned glare, waiting for him to 'fess up.

"Please don't tell your brother!" he begged in a fragile little whisper that just about broke Magenta's heart, "He hates it when I do this – he thinks that I've stopped –and I have! It's just..." he tailed off as tears spilled down his face, "Please don't tell him..."

Magenta cooed sympathetically and bent down to give Frank a hug, "Will he break up with you if he finds out?" she asked, keeping her voice impartial.

Frank nodded and snivelled sadly, "Please, Magenta, promise you won't say anything!"

Hmmmmm... Magenta frowned thoughtfully and hiccupped, the alcohol not quite worn off yet. To tell or not to tell?

Never trust a pissed (and evil) Magenta with a secret

Sorry about the name of the drinks, I'm not in a very punny mood, and also about the general OOC-ness, I don't know why Nation is such a bitch or why Analsnog *snicker* is such an ice queen but soon all will be explained

On a side note, I'm wondering whether to change the rating to T... I had to kind of edit the chapter to meet the K+ requirements. Any thoughts?

Also, the song-a-chapter thing didn't really pan out, I know I promised three musical numbers for this but I decided to push them back a bit...

Sleep now.