Disclaimer: Obviously, I own nothing, except the plot. Not even the OC's as they are based off my friends. Don't sue!

A/N: I wrote this as a joke for my friends, the concept just kind of spiraled from an idea I was bouncing off of 'Keira'. We all found it amusing. Anything that might be considered offensive, my apologies in advance!

PART ONE

"How's it coming back there?" Shelly asked, turning up the volume on her cell phone, gesturing for silence.

"It'd be great it Javelin would learn how to drive." Patsy replied, her voice sounding irritated. "He thinks it's cute to ride people's asses."

"Other than that?"

"Other than that everything's just peachy. How much longer?"

Shelly glanced at the stereo's clock. "Another ten minutes. After that we're on a strict schedule, do you remember everything?"

Patsy sighed, like she was passing up a really good remark. "Yep, we say hi to the parents, bring home the kiddies and call it a night."

"See you soon." Shelly laughed, flipping her cell shut.

Lamika glanced in the rear view mirror. "How're they doing?"

"Patsy sounds like she's going to kill Javelin."

"When aren't they out to kill each other?" Asked Cindy from the backseat where she was wedged between Jox and Kayla.

"Good point." Lamika frowned, glancing at the clock. "Shel, you'd better call Marcus and make sure he's in position."

***

Marcus was leaning against the limousine he had rented, under his brother's name of course, smoking a cigarette when his own cell rang. "Hello?"

"How're things looking?"

"Molto buon."

"Not everyone is Italian, do you mind?" Shelly laughed.

"Everything is all right here signora bella." Marcus replied, his voice teasing.

"I caught that last part." Shelly reprimanded playfully. "We're almost there so just keep on doing whatever it is you're doing."

"Arrivederci Shel."

***

"Javelin, do you have to ride everyone's ass?" Patsy demanded, watching wide eyed as a license plate became all to visible before them.

Javelin didn't answer, just swerved into the next lane, his green eyes locked on Lamika's black SUV.

"Jav! I mean it!" She reached across the seat to slap him upside the head. "I'm not dying tonight! Not just cause you can't drive!"

"I agree," Daria spoke up from the backseat where she had been dealing out her Tarot deck alongside her. "If it's all the same to you, I'd like to live awhile longer."

Sighing almost inaudibly, Javelin backed off the semi he was tail gating.

"Thank you." Both women breathed.

Daria smiled to herself, flipping a card. "That's what I thought. Patsy, look…" She chuckled, passing it forward.

Patsy stared at the card, laughing before flashing it at Javelin.

It was The Fool.

***

"How's it going up there?" Keira bellowed from the foot of the stairs.

Mands and Lana appeared a few seconds later, both covered in dust and sweat.

"We're almost done…" Mands wiped her forehead with a rag she procured from her back pocket. "We're just bolting the chairs down now."

Lana disappeared for a moment, returning with two bottles of water, tossing one to Mands. "How about down there?"

"I'm finishing with the foam, about ready to start putting it up." Keira smiled wickedly, tossing her red hair back over her shoulder, the black streaks reflecting the dim hallway light. "After we're through, we'd be able to kill someone here and nobody would hear a damn thing."

"Well we're not out to kill anyone now are we?" Lana teased, reaching up to pat dust from her own, normally brown locks.

"No… but we might have to look to our own asses before all's said and done." Keira retorted, laughing as she headed back to work.

"You know something, I seriously think we've all lost our minds." Mands chuckled, shaking her head as she and Lana went to finish with the chairs.

"I know, ain't it cool?"