Note from the Author: This... This is gonna go downhill fast... You shouldn't allowed me to do this *slight evil chuckle* Welp, might have well start doing this, since some people actually said I can do it. Welcome to the M rated portion of the show everybody, good luck.

"You can't be serious," commented Donte from news he heard.

"Uh-huh," replied Applejack, "me and a few of my friends are getting a job at this new bar that just opened up." Donte caught the blush she had on her face, but not the reason why.

"If it's a bar, how are you gonna be able to work there? You need to be like, 21 or something to drink."

"Well," she gave a nervous chuckle, "I have a friend who made us fake ID's..."

"Seriously?" she nodded. "Well, do you think-" some kid running down the school hallway knocked into him. Regaining his balance he screamed, "The hell?!"

"Sorry!" the kid screamed running off.

"So, anyway... Think your friend can make me and my friends a few? I was thinking about having a party, and I need to get some drinks."

"Uh- sure, I guess. Just gather your friends, and meet me after school tomorrow."

"Alright," he nodded.

XX

As the final power chord slowly rang out, Casey yelled out, "That was a great run, Mates!"

Blueice and Dylan shared his cheers, Dylan commented, "Yeah, it's about time I actually memorized the words."

Blueice spoke to him, "Give yourself some more credit, you were doing a fantastic job singing," he put his left hand to the right side of his face, as if it blocks out Casey from hearing, "Unlike this guy."

Casey looked at him, "Whatever, Bluey. Without me, we wouldn't have been able to start this.

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

"But," he turned to Dylan, "We'd still be a cover band if it weren't for you. Cheers, Mate." Casey flashed a quick, welcoming grin.

"He-he, yeah... No problem..." He decided to leave out one, crucial information about him performing.

His phone vibrated, a text from Donte. After reading it, Dylan spoke out, "Hey, you guys wanna go to a bar this Saturday?"

Both of the other band-mates went wide-eyed, "How?" asked Casey, "We're only 18."

Dylan turned his phone as if they could see the screen, "My friend, Donte, can get us fake IDs."

Blueice immediately backed out, "Sorry, but I'm busy on Saturday."

He had actually already packed, and left with a wave of his hand.

Dylan's attention went back to Casey, "You in?"

He smiled, "Sure, what's the harm?"

XX

"You guy's realize that the final bell means, leave school?" said the teacher to the two students still in his room.

Riley and Storm looked over at him, then Riley got up out of his seat. Storm held onto his hand, making it seem as if he was being dragged out.

Outside the classroom, he said, "Hold on, can you let go of my hand for a moment?" he asked Storm. Annoyed with his cast still on.

"Yeah, sure," she responded, letting go.

Riley reached into his pocket, taking out his phone.

"What is it?"

"A text from Donte."

"What's it say?" she looked over his shoulder.

"I don't know, I never thought about this before. But I'll go if you're up for it."

She smiled as she rested her arm on his shoulder, "Sure, what's the harm?"

XXXX

All had met up outside the bar. They were a huge party, with not a single sip of alcohol in their livers. That is gonna change tonight. All of them walked in, each paying a cover charge at the door as well.

"Well," started Donte, "This, will be interesting." Donte's original idea was to just say 'Hi' to his girlfriend while she works. However, that isn't the case.

All walked in, and slowly started to blush, some more than others.

As they went to take a random seat, Dylan looked over to his friend, "Donte, what kind of bar did you say this was?"

"Just, a normal, restaurant, and bar, thing..."

"What do you mean normal?" Dylan said, hinting at all the 'waitresses' wearing maid uniforms, with a single difference.

"Well, I didn't know it was gonna be a maid cafe type bar. Or..."

Valerie was the first to notice the waitress step up. The top of her maid uniform somewhere else. Her big breasts being right next to Donte's and Dylan's skull. "Hi, I'm Pinkie Pie," said the pink haired waitress, "I'll be your waitress for today, can I start you off with some drinks."

The two eyes went wide as they slowly turned their head down to the menu. Both, still being a virgin, had never seen these in real life, let alone in person. They stuttered as they said their drinks, followed by the rest of the red-face gang.

Pinkie Pie walked away as Storm elbowed Riley's arm, she spoke in a hushed tone, "You never told me this was a topless bar!"

"I didn't know. I was just told it was normal bar. Besides, it's not like..." his comment trailed off as he looked forward. Storm looked in his direction, hitting his arm once more, "Ow!" he said loud enough the whole table can hear. He rubbed his arm, "You're gonna break my arm!" he went back to his quiet voice.

"You were staring at the waitresses, b-, b-... You know what I mean..."

"I'm sorry, I've never been in a situation like this. Cut me some slack."

Storm sighed, "Alright."

Valerie watched from across the table as Storm smiled and kissed Riley's nose.

Her heart seemed like it skipped a beat as she heard, "Hey, Val."

She looked to her side, seeing Donte, "W-What?"

"Something wrong? You're spacing out."

"Nah, I'm fine. Don't worry about it."

"Alright, fine. Just let me know if there's something wrong, okay?"

"Okay."

Donte turned back to his conversation, hearing Casey speak, "So, yeah, like I was saying. My parents are gone for the weekend, so we can head there later. I also have an idea where the key to their cellar is."

Dylan spoke up, "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, once we're done here, we can head back to my place and keep the party going."

Donte said, "Yeah, cool. I'm everyone else'll be in for it."

"Alright great."

Pinkie Pie came back with the drinks. Setting them down one by one. She walked around the table, and had hit a chair. The last drink spilling all over her. She had only giggled with an, "Oopsie!"

She grabbed some napkins, and started wiping herself. Dylan and Donte were mesmerized as she wiped her chest. Riley was too busy talking to Storm to realize, which is good for his arm's sake.

Pinkie Pie said, "Oh well, I'll come back with your drink after I change."

Dylan and Donte watched her walk off, the image of her touching herself stuck in their heads.

Note from the Author: Not bad after awhile break from writing this stuff... But yeah, unless I'm told otherwise by certain OC holders, there might be some "bedroom talk" *nervous chuckle* I might be getting away with this... Oh well, your characters funeral if I fail to type.