Author's Note:

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.

Warning: language

Hooligans with Horrible Language

The Last Chance Bar and Saloon was an isolated building in the middle of nowhere where the local population in a fifty mile radius would go to just have a drink to take the edge off. Of course, that was before the local motorcycle gang took it over and made it their hub. They were a group of burly tough guys with handlebar mustaches, large beer bellies, and hair growing out from all parts of their bodies, even from places that most people didn't know you could grow hair.

They may have been the top of the food chain in these parts, but none of them could compare to the small group of teenagers that had stomped into their domain. One reckless bar fight later, which the entire gang that was there had been massacred, only six souls remained inside the Last Chance Bar and Saloon. It shouldn't be too surprising that all six of them were the ones that made of the small group of teenagers that had intruded and decimated the original inhabitants.

So, in a good cheer to celebrate their acquisition, they had agreed to binge out on all the alcohol that still remained. It was then found out that Jason, the head of the group, had an extremely low tolerance for alcohol. In fact, he had had only a sip from an unopened bottle of beer and already had an alcoholic buzz. It was also surprising to see him sitting on a barstool, leaning against the bar itself and singing some incomprehensible song with a slurred voice after only ten minutes of drinking, if you could call a single bottle of Budweiser drinking. At least he didn't seem to have any control over his powers while in this state else there probably wouldn't be anything else left of the building.

Or so they could only hope.

Of course, that was just Kyle's belief on the situation. He shuddered at just the thought of a drunk Jason in control of all the air around them… Now, whether or not it was helpful, Vera seemed to be sticking close to Jason's side where he demonstrated his own ability in being able to stretch himself, kinda like that Mr. Fantastic guy from a comic book Kyle read once. Of course, Vera was not sticking nearby out of concern for Jason's well being but to steal small gropes that the other boy knew Jason wouldn't remember in the morning.

Further down the bar sat everybody's favorite fire wielder who was glaring balefully at Jason, snorting in contempt at their unofficial leader's lack of alcohol tolerance. From the moment he met him, Kyle knew he'd have to keep an eye on this guy. He had a good feeling that this fellow, Mobias he believed his name was, wouldn't not stoop to dirty tricks and low blows to get something he wanted.

Tucked away in a corner of the bar was Yun and the strange noises that came from over there disgusted the redhead to no end. See, not all the bikers here had been killed when the others had fought back, Kyle not being one of them as he was a lover, not a fighter. For those unlucky enough to still somehow hold on to consciousness, Yun had dragged them away so that he could entertain himself by causing the grown men to scream and cry in agony every time the sadist touched them with a tentacle. The acid of course would cause its damage but then Yun would cauterize the wounded area with some of the alcohol from the bar, causing more untold pain to the unfortunate. By now, those who were still alive were moaning and groaning out noises that no human should be able to utter, their throats having closed from their raw cries of pain. And sadist was nowhere finished with them yet…

Kyle felt sorry for them, almost. Despite being a pacifist at heart, due to the more private sessions he had with the higher ups who had tried so desperately to get rid of this "debilitating defect" of his, he had lost the usual conscience that normal people had. Then again, most of the guys back at the labs had lost their consciences as well…

Snorting, thankful that he was at a table that hadn't been destroyed in the bar fight, he snagged the last shot of whisky on the table, much to his drinking companion's dismay.

"Hey, that was mine!" Curtis exclaimed, glaring at the redhead indignantly.

The small part of Kyle that was addicted to stealing suddenly felt that all too familiar feeling of satisfaction, the redhead's kleptomania fulfill from that one statement for only a minute before he had the urge to steal something else. It was a never ending cycle…

"And sssssshhhhhe ssssssssaid…" Jason bawled out in song from the bar, pausing as he tried to remember the words that came after that but wasn't having much success with his alcoholic fuzzed mind. "And sssssshhhhhe sssssssaid…the rest of the wordsssssshhhh of the ssssssshhhhong…" He hiccupped and giggled incessantly until his head dropped down to the bar's surface, banging against it.

Boy was this embarrassing. Kyle turned his head away from the display and towards the remains of the bar's entrance just in time to see a small trail of dust rising in the distance, slowly moving towards them. Getting up, Kyle moved towards the entrance to greet their returning comrade but the closer that Risk came, the more Kyle began to frown. Why wasn't he stopping? Oh shit—!

He dodged out of the way just as he realized that even though Risk was trying to stop, he seemed to be unable to thus ending up somehow tripping over his own feet and tumbling against the earth and soon after the bar floor before coming to an abrupt stop against a wall. Kyle winced with every thud that signified Risk's body impacting some sort of surface and he peeked at the back of the bar to see Risk back up on his feet, surprisingly, and dusting himself off.

"So what's the word on the home front?" Kyle asked wryly.

"They're at a circus!" Risk chirped, beaming. "I made sure they were there so I ran around it five times and nobody saw me! Then I ran—"

"We get the point," Kyle interrupted patiently, glancing over to the inebriated Jason.

"Hooray!" the drunk cried out. "We get to kill people!" Then, before anything else could happen, he fell off his stool unto the floor where he remained passed out. A snort of contempt from Mobias and a wild laugh from Yun was the only immediate response to this and Kyle sighed exasperatedly as Vera tried to make a move on their unconscious leader.

Perhaps they should wait until tomorrow, after they had endured their hangovers first, before they attempted anything else.

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Things were winding down for the night. The main event was long over with and only small groups of stragglers were still around, occupying themselves with the carnival rides.

This sat well with Trowa. It meant that business was good and when business was good, that meant there wasn't as much pressure to travel around. Hell, if things continued to go so well in the next couple weeks or so, they could call it quits come late fall. This year had been going exceptionally well and a well-deserved break for all the circus folk was in order.

Strolling about the circus grounds in cargo pants and a loose fitting undershirt, Trowa took his time in heading back towards his and Catherine's trailer. There was still the question of what to do with their hitchhikers. How were the sleeping arrangements going to be handled? Knowing Catherine, she already knew what she wanted to do and there was nothing that he could do to persuade her otherwise. Looks like he was going to have to get comfy in the driver's seat tonight. At least the seat could recline back so he wouldn't be too uncomfortable.

Passing by some of the closing game stalls, he noted that Heero and the girl he knew as Relena were strolling around, Relena holding a large stuffed animal that Heero undoubtedly won for her. Looks like they made a date out of tonight. Was there something between them? He could have sworn on the drive here that those two were, or at least Heero was, in the midst of a fight of some sort. The way Heero would blush told Trowa that either it was something extremely embarrassing or the girl had found out about the private stash. Every guy, no matter their age, from the east coast to the west coast had some hidden stash of porn that they hid from the female population, Trowa himself not being an exception to that. That was probably the reason for it but Trowa wasn't too knowledgeable about what kids these days fought about.

Entering into the area where all the RVs and trailers were parked, he noticed the other girl that had been accompanying Heero and Relena. Dorothy or something like that he believed, not that he really cared. She was staring off into space, her arms wrapped around herself as the chill that came to the desert at night attacked her body. She shivered and wrapped her arms tighter around herself but other than that she remained where she was.

Now that he had taken into account where those three were, all that remained of their guests were still unaccounted for. He had a good idea where they were but he wasn't going to go rushing off to confirm it. He still needed to get some thoughts ordered out first before coming to that.

He didn't know what it was but there was something about Solo and Duo, some sort of magnetism that drew him to them and their company. Was it something in their eyes? Duo's were innocent though Trowa was certain they hid something but the violet orbs did focus on the much larger blond most of the time revealing some sort of dependence the boy had on him. As for Solo, those green eyes were hardened, always on guard for some reason as if he was suspicious of his surroundings. The only time he had seen those eyes soften was when they were checking up on Duo. They seemed like two completely people, now that he thought about it. What had brought them together? And why couldn't he keep his mind off of them?

It was a riddle that he craved to solve, one that wouldn't give up its secrets willingly but he was sure that in the end it would be worth it. All he needed to be was patient and indifferent about the matter. If he showed any interest other than courteous curiosity, then the answers he desired would be held away from him like a carrot tied to a stick, always dangling before him so closely but always just out of his reach. It was a game he knew very well and he knew the rules quite intimately.

Reaching the RV, he entered and stopped while in the threshold, noticing that the two boys he had just been thinking of had already made themselves comfortable on the small couch, a blanket draped on the both of them. It was cute the way Duo's head was pillowed against Solo's muscled shoulder and Solo's chin was resting on top of said head. They were almost like puppies only without the fur.

"Ya just gonna stand there or are ya gonna come in an' close the door?" Solo's hoarse voice suddenly spoke up, interrupting the unibanged man's musings. An eyelid cracked open to reveal the hints of a green eye that was observing him despite the distance between them. "You're lettin' da cold in already," the blond complained.

"Sorry about that," Trowa replied as he crossed the rest of the way through the RV's threshold and closed the door behind him. "I'm surprised you two haven't taken the bed."

"Jizz on it," Solo murmured as he shifted, Duo moving against him unconsciously to allow the movement before settling back against the blond. "Ain't no way I'm sleepin' on something with somebody's sex juice on it."

Trowa blinked in the surprise as it took him a few seconds longer than usual to interpret that bit of information. A small smirk spread across his face as he thought of what Catherine's reaction to that would be. He had a good idea of who was responsible for it and he made a mental note to make sure that he had a little talk with a certain couple about it.

It was just plain rude taking advantage of someone's hospitality like that…

Taking out a spare blanket and a pillow from a cubbie, he sat in the driver's seat and reclined the chair back, getting comfortable in the makeshift "bed" he would be using that night. Hopefully he would be deep in slumber by the time Catherine got back and discovered Solo and Duo's earlier discovery. It was an amusing thought that he entertained but one that he pushed out of his mind quickly. Sleep was the order of business and he needed to get as much of it as he could in preparation of tomorrow.

On top of his duties as a circus performer and employee, there was going to be the inevitable drama that was sure to take place and he wanted to be ready no matter what came out of it.