Even though Alibaba's comment managed to give everyone at the table a laugh, a heaviness still persisted in the air as each one of young adults continued to privately pick apart and ponder what lied ahead for Judar and Kougyoku's relationship or friendship or whatever you wanted to call it. Thankfully, it wasn't too long before the waitress came with their meals and shortly after her arrival that the pair that had been the subject on everyone's minds returned, albeit with slightly mussed hair and swollen lips.

Kougyoku happily dug into her fries as soon as she sat down, Judar watching her smugly out of the corner of his eye as he lifted the bun of his burger to check that there was absolutely no lettuce to be found anywhere on it. There was not, which was a good thing since Hakuryuu and Kougyoku knew from past experience that if anything remotely vegetable-like touched Judar's food, he'd demand that the whole thing be remade, completely ignoring the screams of the people around him that begged him to just pick the cursed vegetable off his plate. The tasty food managed to finally dissipate the subject that been stuck in Alibaba, Morg, Aladdin, and Hakuryuu's minds, and the four of them found themselves to be much more light of heart by the end of the meal.

"Hey, who's down to head back to my place for a while?" Alibaba asked cheerfully, as the group was made their way out of the restaurant after arguing over the bill for a good fifteen minutes. Judar had apparently "forgot" his wallet at home, resulting in a less than thrilled Hakuryuu having to pay for him, then Aladdin mistakenly told Alibaba that he owed $16.25 when really he owed $21.37, and everything came to a climax when Kougyoku reached for the bill so she could leave the tip and in the process accidentally knocked over her drink into Judar's lap.

Despite the hassle with the bill, everyone was happy to take up Alibaba on his offer. Everyone except Judar, of course.

"No way, I'm already bored as fuck. I wanna go back home." Hakuryuu groaned.

"Too bad for you then, there's no one to drive you back."

"You drive me."

"I'm not driving you home and then driving back to Alibaba's house! Get a license and drive yourself around, you moron."

"Why should I, when I have you to drive me instead?"

"I'm not your chauffeur!" Off the side, Morgiana leaned over to Alibaba.

"I thought they were supposed to be best friends?"

"They are best friends."

"...Are you sure?" Judar and Hakuryuu kept at it for another minute before Kougyoku stepped in.

"Hakuryuu, it's fine. I'll drive him home." Hakuryuu looked at his cousin softly, before turning back to shoot a glare at Judar, who to his surprise, didn't look very pleased.

"No way, Kougyoku. He can't have it his way all the time. He can come with us or he can walk." Kougyoku grabbed his arm gently.

"Really, I don't mind."

"I mind." Everyone turned to look at Judar, who was blank faced, in bewilderment. "I want to ride back with Hakuryuu." The said man gave him a smack on the back of head.

"Don't be so ungrateful! Kougyoku just offered to take you, if you wanna go back, you'll have to go with her." Despite Judar's insistence that Hakuryuu be the one to drive him, ten minutes later he was sitting in the passenger seat of Kougyoku's convertible with fuchsia haired girl at the wheel. From the awkward, perhaps even a little tense atmosphere between them, it was hard to imagine that merely a hour and a half ago, the two had been getting handsy in a bathroom stall. For what seemed like the hundredth time, Kougyoku glanced at Judar, who had turned away from her upon entering the car and leant towards the window.

"Are you really that mad at me because I spilled my drink on you? It was an accident and it didn't even end up leaving a stain." Judar didn't offer a reply, just an irritated sigh. "Judar?" He sighed again and finally spoke, keeping his face turned to the window.

"I'm not mad at you, old hag. I'm just fucking bor- hey, was that light red?"

"It was yellow," Kougyoku insisted, nevermind the indignant honks of nearby drivers. "Nevermind that. And don't call me that… I just can't help feeling that... you're upset with me or something." Judar rolled his eyes and flipped off an angry looking mom in a minivan.

"Are you losing your hearing, old hag? I just said that I'm not mad at you. Don't make repeat myself."

"Okay…" Kougyoku said, reluctantly, still feeling that something was off. She focused her eyes back on the road. Before even a complete minute had passed she felt Judar give her a light poke in the shoulder. It was only a poke, nothing less, nothing more. But something about the simple gesture put Kougyoku's mind at ease.

….At least until she took just a little tiny quick microsecond to check her makeup in her rearview mirror.

"Slow down old hag, the cars in front of us aren't moving. Kougyoku, the cars aren't moving. KOUGYOKU STOP THE FUCKING CAR!" Kougyoku was finally yanked away from her reflection and immediately slammed down the brakes, resulting in Judar's head smacking right against the window.

By the time Kougyoku dropped him off, the pain in his head still hadn't subsided. It was technically the old hag's fault, but he put the blame on Hakuryuu for not driving him in the first place. He'd be sure to give that boy an even bigger headache than the one he himself was currently suffering from. He was already annoyed that Hakuryuu had made him ride with Kougyoku before the potential concussion, though he didn't even know himself why he'd suddenly been so against riding with her. All he knew was that by the time they left the restaurant, he just didn't feel like seeing her.

Whatever. It wasn't important anyway.