A/N: A happier drabble. Thank you for the people who have followed and favorited and reviewed this fic. uwu sort of crack(?)

Making the Most Out of Every Moment

Characters: M-21, Rael Kertia, Karius Blerster, Takeo, Tao, Frankenstein, Cadis Etrama di Raizel

Genre: Humor, Parody (?)

Summary: They all work hard, but they can party harder

M-21 did one more perimeter check around the school before he leaped up to the roof, pulling the sleeve of his jacket to check the time on his watch. 11:07. It had been three hours since he was left alone in patrolling the school. The moon shone brightly above him as his phone suddenly vibrated, indicating a text message.

[Wru,,?,] - Tao

He frowned at the screen and shook his head.

Frankenstein had offered them two days off work, suggesting that they went out and had some fun for a while, that people in their age usually spent most of their nights in the city, and just because they were modified humans it did not mean they cannot do the same.

Before any of them could politely decline and reason out that the life they were living was already enough, Tao had exclaimed that it was time to "party hard 'til they drop". Most of them were ready to reject the idea, but Karius had agreed loudly enough that any protests were drowned out by the duo's plan for the night.

But M-21 was not someone who could be dragged into such things that easily, so he walked out of the room and decided to just go on to the usual night patrol. And that was why he was there at the school, sitting on the rooftop and just staring at the distance.

"What do you think are you doing here, M-21?" The modified human almost jumped at the smooth voice from behind. He turned his head and found Frankenstein standing, a sincere smile on the chairman's face, "As what I've heard, the rest of the guys have gone out hours ago."

"I don't really think it's a good idea. I mean… to be in such public places."

"No one's going to know you're a modified human, you know. Unless you get yourself into a fight, and hopefully, none of you will." Frankenstein did not let the younger man answer before he stepped forward, "Master thinks you're overworking. He's worried you've stressed yourselves over the different responsibilities given to you. Knowing you have gone out and lived like the normal young Korean adult would give him a little peace of mind."

M-21 took a moment to think then sighed, tempted to say they were not even a little bit like the normal young Korean adult, and crossed his arms instead, "Fine."

"And it would also be better if someone could go check up on them. When I tried to call Takeo and Tao all I heard was loud, pounding music."

That even made the offer less appealing to the grey-haired man, but he nodded nonetheless and went on his way.

He spent thirty minutes leaping through buildings to find the club Tao had mentioned earlier that day. He had changed into more comfortable clothes before going to the city; he was in a black polo with the first four buttons free, exposing a little of his collar and chest, and the short sleeves emphasized the muscles on his arms. The slacks were replaced with black jeans and his feet donned white sneakers. The attire was simple, but somehow, he wore it in a way that the other people lined up with him stared, the women giggling and eyeing him closely.

When he finally reached the entrance, the guard snorted and demanded the fee, but stopped when M-21 looked up at him. He was familiar… and realization dawned upon the two of them.

It was the same guy that was the personal guard of that one asshole celebrity back when he was just a new member of the household. The bastard probably recognized him by the scar on his lip, and he started stuttering something about how he did not see that it was the Ye Ran security guard, then stepped back so the smaller man could enter.

That was a pleasant surprise. He was ready to pay, but he was not going to complain about getting a free pass.

It was a high-class club, judging at the design of the place. There were guards roaming, but they were a subtle presence, and the lobby was filled with people who were just talking to each other, sipping on drinks and preferring the quiet atmosphere. Well, as quiet as the place could get, anyway.

M-21 scanned through the crowd, ignoring the stares of almost everyone in the room, to see if any of the guys were there. Who was supposed to be there, again? Tao, Takeo, Karius… Rael probably. Regis looked too young, and Seira was definitely not the type to enjoy this kind of things. So, he only had to look for four people. But the club was larger than it looked outside, and it was going to take a while.

There were still murmurs all round, and he had been offered drinks and flirted with a handful of men and women by the time he reached the doors to the party hall. He had declined every one of them, except for a woman who was polite enough in giving him a glass of long-island iced tea, saying he would probably need it when he would go deeper in the place.

Deciding there was a hundred to one chance that the drink could be spiked with something, he drank it as the doors opened and felt more than heard the music as it pounded against his heart.

He blinked at the flashing lights at first and got himself used to the volume of the song before he ventured through the place. Good thing his eyes were pretty good in the dark, scanning the faces in the crowd that was a hundred times worse than the crowd from before was easy, even with the different colored lights flashing the place. There were booths by the walls of the club and a mezzanine hanging above him.

After looking over heads and ignoring catcalls from the people he passed through, the first of his companions that he spotted was Rael Kertia.

He was by the bar surrounded by lots of people, his dress shirt open and a mess. In front of him was a long table lined with shot glasses, and another guy on the other side of the table. His pale cheeks were heavily flushed as he easily emptied the last four shot glasses while his opponent threw up, the crowd around them chanting "shot, shot, shot" over and over again. His victory earned a loud cheer from the people nearby, and he slammed the glass on the table.

"You humans think yo' bettah a' drinking, huh?!" His words slurred heavily, eyes drooped yet still managed to deliver a challenging glare to everyone around him.

"Bet ya can't take six more shots!" Someone in the crowd shouted.

"Ya dare look down on a Kertia?! Ge' ready to thro' up yo words, human!"

M-21 decided that six more shots were not going to bring anyone good, nor was being flirted by drunk college girls who almost accomplished getting their hands around his waist to get a feel of his muscles.

He squeezed through the crowd, earning complaints along with approved noises by the people who definitely liked the way that sturdy body pressed up against them as he moved to reach Rael. The shot glasses were being refilled by the time he had grabbed the noble by the arm and pulled him out of there.

"Y-you!" Rael blinked as he stared intensely at the taller man, frowning at his earlier actions, "How dare ya pull me ou' of a challenge?" He almost staggered as they walked through the less crowded part of the dance floor, M-21 raising a brow at him.

"How much did you drink?"

"A bloody lot than those arrogant h-humans think they could!"

Too much, then. M-21 had a firm grip on the other when he almost stumbled again, and let go when he was able to regain balance, "Where are the others?"

"Dunno." Rael snorted, "Karius wus bein' greeted by women when we arrived."

Speaking of the devil, M-21 heard a familiar voice call out, "Rael, M-21!"

About four booths from the two men, Karius waved and grinned. In his other hand was a drink and on both of his sides, and even at the back, were women leaning and giggling.

Rael grunted at the sight while M-21 only blinked.

When the two men arrived at the seats, the five women immediately sat up in excitement.

"Are these your friends Sir Karius?"

"I like that blond one."

"Then I want the hottie with a cool scar on his lips."

"Hey daddies."

It took all of his strength not cringe; it was not like the women were not attractive. Oh they were, and they were more exposed than ever. Three of them only wore really short shorts and a bra, while the other two… M-21 did not really know why they had to wear skirts when their underwear was flashing through the fabric.

At least Karius was not as drunk as Rael, who was already sipping on a new drink he procured from the table after commenting how better it was than the ones he had earlier.

The older noble talked straight, and his cheeks were still pale, though M-21 was not sure if the empty glasses and bottles in front of them were all from the ladies around him.

"Wow, Rael, what happened to you?" Karius and the girls moved to let the drunk blond sit, two of the ladies already making a move on the poor guy.

"No… wha'- wha' if S-Seira sees me… oh god, d-did she come?" Rael almost choked on his drink as he sluggishly tried to move away from the hands that started caressing his hair and arms.

Karius smiled, "Ah, ladies, Rael already has a woman in his mind. It will not do good if you bother him further." He took another sip of his drink and turned to M-21, "Ah, Stacey, Jessica, Mel, Lara and Kylie, meet my good friend, M... Martin!" M-21 almost raised a questioning brow, but was thankful of Karius' carefulness, "Martin, meet Stacey, Jessica, Mel, Lara and Kylie, they were very kind and generous enough to tour me around the place and even bought drinks!"

The modified human tried to ignore the winks the women gave him, even more so the two who were biting their lower lip as their eyes trailed him from top to bottom.

"Martin, you should sit with us!" The girl on the right side of Karius offered.

"Would you like to dance, Martin?"

M-21 ignored them again, "Karius, where's Tao and Takeo?"

Rael was still slurring about Seira, but the semi-werewolf could not care less anymore. He had taken one of the glasses on the table and downed it, finally deciding that the woman earlier was right: he was going to need the alcohol if he was going to round up his companions.

"Tao… I don't really know where he is right now, but I did see Takeo in the dance floor."

He nodded, and finally acknowledged one of the girls (Mel?) as she refilled his glass. It was emptied again before the man turned to walk into the dance floor in search for the third member of their group.

This mission was trickier. There was less space, more people, and even more hands reaching out to touch him. One girl had successfully stopped him when she wrapped her arms around his neck and swayed her hips, her outfit only consisting of a short dress that showed off her round front assets. He was able to pull her off, muttering he was not there to dance and all before squeezing through the crowd again.

Two songs had passed before M-21 finally found Takeo nearby the bar. And good thing alcohol had given him a slight buzz or he would have visibly cringed at what he saw.

Takeo's hair had been let down, cheeks flushed, and shirt nowhere to be found. His incredibly muscled body was for exposed for everyone to see, and M-21 could not count the men and women who were eyeing hungrily at his half-naked friend. But that was not the cringe-worthy part for the still-sober modified human anyway.

In between Takeo's teeth was a slice of lemon and in front of him was a woman in a see-through shirt and tight leather jeans, smoked eyes looking intently at the long-haired man, someone M-21 would consider as "fucking hot".

Though he still watched, an uncomfortable expression on his face as a shot of drink was poured on Takeo's chest and the woman leaned down to lick the drink of starting from his navel, up across his chiseled chest and stopped at his collar to take the lemon from Takeo's lips. The people around them cheered and whistled as she swayed her hips and Takeo downed another shot before he spotted M-21.

He grinned widely, making the women behind the scarred man swoon and curse, and walked over to sling an arm around the other's shoulders, "Thought you wouldn't come, M-,"

"Martin!" M-21 corrected through the loud music.

"Martin…" Takeo laughed, "Sure, M-Martin."

The werewolf was about to drag him off when the beat suddenly dropped and everyone around him, including Takeo, jumped up and down, howling and dancing. It was only M-21 who was left grounded on the dance floor before Takeo pulled him.

"Ya really need to loosen up, M!"

M-21 honestly did not expect the other to say that, since he thought Takeo was just as serious and introverted as he was. Then again, he was drunk, and spent a longer time with Tao, so it was not surprising if the programmer started to rub off him.

Speaking of Tao…

"Where's Tao?" M-21 had to repeat the question when Takeo did not answer the first time because of the music. The grey-haired man could not even hear himself in that part of the club.

"Uh…" Takeo's lips pursed as he tried to remember, "I think I last saw him talking to some guys near the bar…" Another silent moment, and he just shrugged, "Probably drunk as hell, haha." The arm around M-21 grew tighter as he pulled him nearer, "You… should have fun as well! 'tis probably be th' last time!"

Perhaps he would. But he had to find Tao first, or Frankenstein would have his head if the RK5 leader was to suddenly disappear without a trace. "Gotta find Tao first, or Frankenstein's going to be pissed."

As if the gods had heard M-21, the music was interrupted by a voice that was incredibly familiar even if it had been modified a little by the speakers.

"HEYO EVERYBODEEEEY. YA BETTA GET READY…"

Everyone in the crowd, especially M-21, Takeo, even Karius and Rael turned to the stage. Up there, beside the DJ, was a pale white man with a black bowl-cut and white highlight in a long faux fur coat over his usual off-shoulder shirt. In his head was some kind of crown and his fingers donned several gold rings.

M-21 could only stare, and somehow the sight had sobered Takeo a little.

"What in the fucking hell…"

"…CUZ DJ TAO IS IN THE HOOOUUUSE!"

The two men were the only ones who did not raise their drinks up and cheered, but M-21 ran a hand through his hair as he turned to Takeo.

"Now that I know where you all are… guess it's time to get drunk."

…

The insistent vibration of the phone rang throughout the dark and silent living room as Raizel read his notes and Frankenstein poured him a fresh cup of tea. He pulled the device from his jacket pocket and stared at the screen, his butler looking over his shoulder. It was an incoming videocall.

"It's Karius, master. Did something happen?"

A soft and graceful swipe on the screen, and the two were startled by the loud music booming from the speakers of the phone and bright, changing colors illuminated their faces. Karius was holding the phone up, and Rael was leaning against him, arm around the older man's shoulders. Behind them was Tao grinning and holding a headset to one of his ears, Takeo who was wearing the fur coat previously worn by Tao, and M-21 holding a bottle of alcohol and shirt fully unbuttoned. In the background was the club crowd and the flashing lights.

All five of them howled in greeting, and came closer to the screen, grinning and shouting different greetings.

"Sir Raizel! Chairman!"

"Yo!"

"I-is Seira th-there?!"

Tao suddenly held a microphone, and the music started building up. He moved away to face the crowd and Karius moved as well, showing the mixing table and the rest of the group in another angle.

"Just want everyone to know that this next song is dedicated to the most awesome and dependable people in our life right now… now ya all better be ready to jump!" Tao started, pushing some buttons on the table and the music shifted to faster pace. Rael, M-21 and Takeo were jumping at the beat with the women Karius befriended.

As the beat reached its peak and was about to drop, all five moved towards the screen. Tao faced them, dropping the microphone.

"Sir Raizel, Boss, Seira and Regis and Lazark, this bass drop is for you!"

All of them howled as the bass dropped and the lights flashed rapidly, the scenery moving incredibly unsteadily as Karius also jumped to the beat.

The two men watched the screen in silent amusement, a wide smile on Frankenstein's face as he shook his head while Raizel's eyes glinted with something akin to contentment.

"Good thing they're off for two days."

A/N:Welp, sort of crack ending yeah.