I Guess Thats Why They Call It The Blues

Chapter 1

Tim Horton stood in front of the ragged war torn group in front of him. He shook his head with the disappointment of the only parental figure around, he looked over each one more beat up then the last. Next to him stood Bab looking vaguely more disappointed with life than usual. The rest all stood quietly, hair mussed, clothes torn, covered in miscellaneous cuts, scraps, and bruises.

"What the hell you guys?" Tim scolded the bunch. "Do you guys know how much it cost to bail all 8 of you out of jail?"

"That was the whole bail fund and then some." Bab added plainly.

"A bar fight really? None of you guys could act like fucking adults about the whole thing?" Tim started ranting.

"What exactly started this anyway?" Bab asked casually.

Aussie looked down guilty; he hadn't been scolded like this since he was 12 and stole his dad's car for a joy ride with his mates.

Bab looked over at them all expectantly. He let out a sigh, he knew exactly what happened to get them all here.