(Performed songs: Hey Soul Sister by Train (Rachel's drunken singing)
"Okay so, remind me why we're doing this again?" Jared asked.
(I was so close to defeating a level nine boss...) Rex signed glumly.
"Are you talking about a genuine game?"
(No. A crime boss in Moscow.)
"Ah..." Jared refused to press further. "So Rachel called us for help, refuses to let us call Falcon, and she's not here."
(It must be serious.)
"Yeah, well-" Jared spotted someone slurring and stumbling and singing off-key.
"Hey soul sistah, ain't that mister mistah on the radio- stereo..."
Rex stared in astonishment as Rachel turned to spot them and sang even more, running towards them.
(ABORT! ABORT!)
They dodged Rachel's speeding form as she faceplanted into the concrete. Rex winced. That was going to leave a mark.
"I was just gonna hug ya!" Rachel whined, flapping her arms around on the concrete.
"No, you looked like you were going to pummel us to the ground."
"Carry meeeee..." Rachel flopped on the ground like a fish out of water.
(Should we call her guardians?) Rex asked curiously.
"Why didn't you call your guardians?" Jared asked, and Rex facepalmed.
(I was asking you, not her!)
"There is trouble- and make it double!" Rachel recited, screwing her face up to imitate the Team Rocket motto from Pokemon. "Wait, that's not how it goes? I haven't watched Pokemon since mom and dad died."
Rex and Jared stared at her. "Logically, the only option is to call them. But I don't think..." Jared looked conflicted.
(Should we just take her somewhere safe for the time being?) Rex asked, before paling and amending himself before Jared could ask Rachel that. (I mean, what do YOU think?)
"I... think that's a good idea. I'm not sure whether to scold her or..." Jared shrugged, bending down to try to pull Rachel from the ground.
"NO! No, no... eehehehe, that tickles!" Rachel slurred, thrashing around.
"That's not working," Jared sighed, standing up straight. "Suggestions?"
(Fireman's lift?) Rex frowned, seeing as Rachel was averting from Jared touching her arms and the fact that Rachel could be lifted up by one arm. (Can you do it?)
"I think so," Jared shrugged, scooping her up by her waist and hoisting her over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Maybe this works better."
(If she throws up, she'll throw up on the back of your shirt.) Rex warned.
Rachel squealed as they began to move along, wriggling on Jared's shoulder like a worm. "I'm flying! I'm flying! Weeeee-!"
The boys shared amused looks, as they quickly tried to decide where to go.
(We need to go to one of our places.) Rex signed, deep in thought.
"We could go to your place?" Jared asked.
Rex remembered what his parents told him and shook his head. He did not want anymore people complicating matters. (No. Too far.)
"Okay... what about my place? My parents could help us."
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Memory Lane
Teen Fiction"The truth hurts, memories definitely hurt but we all still try to hold onto them. Maybe one day it'll be okay. It's not okay now, but we will get through this. We will get through all of this, like we've done before." Meet the strange cast of a wac...
