One sweet dream. Pick up your bags and get in the limosine. Soon, we'll be away from here. Step on the gas and wipe that tear away.

Myrah: I put my hands on my hips and frown. "Why does it matter? You said you were busy, didn't you?" But I don't get up just yet. "I'd hate for you to waste your valuable time on me."

Stark: I narrowed my eyes, "Why are you being so cold to me, huh?! Little Myrah afraid of drugs? Is that your weakness," I took a pack out, swinging it back and forth, "What would you do if I took this right now? I'm dying to know."

Myrah: I feel my nostrils flare as I stand up. "Quit being an asshole!" I practically yell. I start grabbing the half eaten plates, furiously clattering them on top of another before slamming them all down on the table. "I swear, if you so much as sniff the package..."

Stark: I held it up to my nose, "What are you going to do Myrah?!" I growled, "Go ahead, put on a show for all of us. I don't really care what you do to me." I moved to open the package...

Myrah: I feel myself growl as I try to reach for the package and miss several times. I start getting more and more agitated and I slam my hands down on the table in anger. "Why the hell am I even caring?! Like I'd give a damn if they find your body in the streets tomorrow!" I stomp out of the restaurant in anger, kicking my tire for lack of anything else. But it isn't until I'm clutching my toe in pain that I realize that wasn't the smartest thing I've ever done. "Stupid...freaking...dumb ass tire!"

Stark: I rolled my eyes and dropped down into my seat, stuffing the package back into my pocket for later. I wasn't planning on wasting it here just to piss off Myrah. But it was pretty fun teasing her.

Myrah: Still holding onto my toe, I hobble into my car and turn on the light. Lovely. It's bleeding. I curse and start digging around in the glovebox for band aids. Hopefully Hime and Tomoyo won't be too mad at me for leaving- but c'mon! Was I suppose to just stay in there? "I hope the guy he bought it from pissed in the bag..." I mutter to myself as I prop my foot up in the dashboard to get a better look at my toe.

XDD

Stark: I ate some food, not really feeling hungry anymore. Slowly, I stood up and started for the bathroom, but turned right when I got close to the entrance. I walked out of the entrance, sighing. I hope no one saw that...

Myrah: When Stark comes out, I frown. Did I ever give the bill? "Hey, don't tell me you didn't even pay!" I yell from my car/house.

Stark: I grinned at her, shrugging my shoulders, "I don't know, did I?" I called back, walking away. She wouldn't make a big deal, more than half the food was hers!

Myrah: I sigh and start taking out my wallet. He couldn't do anything nice, even once? Now let's see how this'll work...I wiggle around in my seat and slowy move my foot off the dashboard. But after a few minutes of hobbling around, I give up, put the wallet in my mouth, and start walking on my hands towards the entrance.

Stark: I glance back at her and my eyes widen with interest and surprise, "That's sick Myrah!" I called to her, grinning and winking, "You should definitely teach me that!"

Myrah: "Why?" I say through the wallet in my mouth. I push the door open with my foot, rolling back down onto the floor and taking out some bills to place on the hostess stand. I walk back out on my feet and smirk at him. "Besides- you look too frail to even hope to do that." I wink back, more to imitate his douchiness than anything else, and start to get into my car.

Stark: I grimaced and stuck my tongue out at her, “Forget it; I didn’t want your help anyway. I already know skills that you couldn’t even dream of conquering!” I called to her, grinning.

Myrah: I smirk. "Oh yea? Like what?"

back, sorry I was gone yesterday

It's ok.

Maxwell: "Careful! If you distract me, we might crash!" I say as I start making to car swerve crazily down the road.

Rose
Trying to control my breathing, I tried to keep from throwing up. "Max, stop!" I was getting light headed

Maxwell: "Fine, but only because you asked so nicely!" I slam down on the break suddenly, both of us practically flying forward. But hey- I'm the one with the air bag. I laugh a bit as I fight the bag, hearing groaning coming from the back seat. I lean over and loft up the blanket some. Aro gently touches her head, her eyes still closed and the blood on her face starting to dry. "What's the matter? You don't look so good..."

Rose
I bust my lip and nose on the dash, but luckily that was all. Blood poured from my face as I grabbed a rag to slow the bleeding, then I turn to the back seat. Aro?! "Maxwell, what did you do?!"

Maxwell: I smirk and drop the blanket. "Nothing," I say with a grin. "I just thought she wanted a ride..."

Rose
"Aro, are you alright?" I ask bracing for the punch from Max I had come to expect "Seriously Max, what happened?"

Maxwell: I pull her back by her hair and start covering Aro back up again. "Its Mr. H approved," I sniff. "So don't get your panties all in a bunch."

Rose
"Fine, fine" I hissed, bracing myself in pain, but that reminded me "What are we going to about that guy Mr H said was his brother?" Couldn't even remember the kid's name. It was a song title, or something

Maxwell: "Henderson made it clear we weren't to kill him- that's something he wants to do himself." I yawn and start driving again. "Besides- that's nine of our business. They can go get married for all I care."