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"Gah... so hungry..." Scott said as his stomach growled. "I'm so hungry I could every freaking thing on the menu! ... But I won't, because I forgot my wallet, so either Tara or Valerie are paying."

"Don't worry, I have it covered," Valerie said to Tara. "And Scott--I don't know if what Kai said is true, but please don't eat too much that it will cause me to file for bankruptcy, okay?"

((TAKING A SHOWER NOW--COLONEL, FULLMETAL, TAKE ONE NOW AS TO NOT WASTE TIME!!)

"I'll pay for my band, you pay for yours," Tara compromised with a wave of her hand, digging through her almighty Vera Bradley handbag (the only purse large enough to fit her clipboard) until she pulled out her wallet. "Trust me, it'll just come out of their pay."

***

Ethan soon found the table, sitting down beside Scott and playing with the corner of the menu, finding himself too embarrassed to look at anybody.

"Take care of your 'business?'" Scott whispered behind his menu, ducking his head down so only Ethan could hear him. "Quite frankly, I'm extremely flattered." He snickered. "And if a problem ever arises again, you tell me, and I'll help, okay?" He giggled, blushing, and turned back to searching through the items on the menu.

Ethan clenched his teeth, glaring at Scott, "Ugh, I hate you..." he muttered again, though he scooted closer to Scott at the same time. The waitress thankfully arrived then, and so Ethan had to shut up before someone overheard.

"Yes, awesome, time to order!" Scott said, slamming his menu down on the table. He looked up at the waitress, and began his long list, "Okay, so I'll have a chocolate milk to drink... um, the shortstack of pancakes with eggs and bacon, and a side of toast, too!" The waitress nodded, wide-eyed at the large order for one person as she wrote it down.

"Please!" he added after a minute, then poked Ethan. "You go now."

Ethan rolled his eyes, and said, "I'll have an orange juice, and a French toast meal with bacon on the side, and with homefries, too." he placed the menu on the table, resting his head in his hands and looking at nothing in particular.

"Hmm... That's a lot of food, Ethan," Scott mused. "If you don't all of your French Toast, I'll have some. I didn't get as much as I normally get, so I'll probably still be hungry. Just letting you know." He smiled and patted the other singer on the back.

Ethan gaped in disbelief. Rolling his eyes, he muttered, "I'll be fine," and, sneakily, placed his hand firmly on Scott's knee.

Scott jumped, and gave Ethan a glare that clearly said, 'Stop it'. "I swear to God, Ethan..." he said lowly. "Don't you freaking dare."

Ethan gave him an innocent "I-have-no-idea-what-you're-talking-about" look, use his other hand to fiddle with the salt and pepper shakers. The hand on Scott's knee, however, crept up his thigh slightly.

Scott had to stifle a gasp, and whipped his head around. "Ethan..." he warned, narrowing his eyes.

"Something wrong?" Ethan whispered back, eyes wide with what could possibly pass as innocence, if he weren't so guilty. He kept his hand where it was, but he kicked off one Converse and ran his toe up Scott's calf teasingly.

"N-No, of course not," Scott hissed, forcing a pained smile on his face. "Everything is fine, Ethan." He grabbed a salt shaker, and began gripping it to keep his mind off of... certain events.

Ethan nodded with a small smirk, moving his hand upward slightly, as slowly as he could, to rest on Scott's hip whule his foot kept teasing him.

"Payback's a bitch, Scott." he whispered.

"Stop it," Scott whispered roughly, "I do not find this amusing right now. At all." Scott bit back a moan, and gripped the salt shaker harder, his knuckles turning white. He had three options: 1) grab Ethan and drag him to the bathroom, 2) throw the salt shaker in his face, or 3) silently endure it. 1--they were in a public place. 2--no, he already hit him in the face earlier, and that probably wouldn't be good. 3--just hell no.

Ethan rolled his eyes, slipping his foot back into his shoe. He moved his hand to be wrapped around Scott's waist, and he quickly jerked him closer. That was acceptable, right?

Scott sighed contently, albeit a little disappointed, and moved even closer to the black-haired singer, if that was possible. "So..." he said, swinging his legs innocently. "What movie did you guys watch last night?"

"... Dodgeball, until the power freaking went out," Kai gruffed, resting his elbow on the table. "I'm surprised it was on this morning when we woke up. Man, that storm scared me so bad."

"Yeah, it scared other people too," Scott said, exchanging a mischievous glance at Ethan. "Did you guys actually watch the movie or...?"

*~*~*

"Really?" Parker asked, rolling his eyes. "That's completely unecessary. I've told you, and Kai has too, plenty of times we just watched a movie... and ate cookies. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Sure you did," Valerie coughed. "Save any cookies for the rest of us, or did you just scarf them down like hungry animals?"

Ethan rolled his eyes at Scott, beginning to move his hand down toward Scott's thigh in an almost threatening way.

***

Tara checked her watch, drumming her fingers on the table impatiently. "Taking forever..."

"No, no..." Parker said, shrugging. "We saved you like... I don't know, two, maybe?"

*~*~*

"I call dibs!" Scott yelled. "Oh, awesome, the food's here! I'm hungry."

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"Actually practice this time," Tara yelled, crossing her arms over her chest, "instead of throwing a hissy fit! And you better be fucking good!"

***

Ethan rolled his eyes, resting his elbow on Scott's head and leaning against him lazily.

"If you want us to be good, then be quiet and stop nagging me!" Scott yelled, putting his hands over his ears. "God damn it, woman! Sometimes you sound like my mom when she gives me a long lecture!"