"I'm from Detroit but I was raised in New York where I made some sweet friends but then I had to move back because of my gran and her weird book club which was actually a cult. Thank god they killed her when they had the chance, she was really racist. Anyways my friends Nathan and Angelo messaged me on Myspace and said they were gonna pick me up as the others are busy setting up for their night at the bar place we used to go to all the time when we were young."


A girl stood outside of the Grand Central with two suitcases and a backpack as the sun shone while it started to set. She smiled as she covered her eyes and saw a car pull up in front of her. The window rolled down to show two boys in the front with sunglasses on, the one driving had his sunglasses over his actual glasses. "Sup shorty." Said the other guy. The girl giggled as she went over to the car. "You guys, what the fuck?!" She exclaimed as she wiped a little tear from her eye. "Well you are a shorty. Literally! I'll get your bags m'lady." Said the guy in the passenger seat as he got out and went over to the girl and taking off his glasses. "Chivalry is dead, Nathan." The girl handed the suitcases to Nathan. "Not to us Bridget. Not to us." 
"That's right my dear Angelo."
"You've been reading Warrior Cats again?"
"WINDCLAN FOREVER!" Called out Nathan as Bridget and Angelo cackled at him, he cackling after them.
"Let's get to the club before traffic builds up."




The three of them walk down some stairs to a bar-like hangout, red walls with pictures and booths. A stage was on one side of the room as the bar was on the other side. "Guess who's here!" Called out Angelo as 3 guys burst out of the men's restroom and a purple dressed woman who was cleaning some glasses and the counter looked up at the three still on the stairs. "BRIDGET! YOU'RE HERE! NOT BEHIND A SCREEN!" Said the middle one as he ran over and hugged her. "Missed you too Feliks." She hugged him back as he nuzzled his face into his shoulder. "Still smelling like coconut shampoo."
"She showers Feliks, something you should do for once." Said the girl at the bar. "Haven't changed have you Andrie?" Noted Bridget walking down the stairs to the bar, Feliks still clinging onto her. "Nope, never have and never will. But it is good to have you back. It was getting bleak here and especially dull with the three bastarateers." She gestured to Feliks and the other two. "They're triplets Andrie! It's their purpose to annoy the living shit out of you!" Nathan sang as he put Bridget's suitcases on the seats of a booth. "Whatever. Markit and Callarie went to get food for when this place opens and we've got someone wanting to check us out for their brother's music company. All I can remember is that their last name was Kalida. Weird name but I'm not judging."
"Heh, well how's your partner doing?" Bridget sat on one of the stool seats as the other two brothers pulled Feliks off her. "They're doing better, they're using crutches now but at least their legs' getting better."
"We went to go visit Yvonne after you did Andrie! Just wanna let you know." Called out Angelo as he got onto the stage. "You fuckers."
"How's your nephew doing then Bridget?" Asked Andromida. "He's doing great, he just turned 8 and the party went awesome. My sister did get drunk and she kinda threw up on the couch but hey, you can't blame her."
"Yeah yeah. By the way I put a lock on your room so the trio couldn't get it. Everything is still how it was before you left. Are you staying for good?"

"Of course I am. I missed you guys. Wouldn't trade you all for anything."