“Hey Isabel.” Liz greeted, sounding tired as she refilled the sugar containers at one of the nearby tables. She had a mustard stain on her uniform from a kid throwing a temper tantrum earlier and her hair was put up in a messy ponytail with strands of hair poking out every which way. By the looks of it, Liz wasn’t having a very good day.

“What happened to you?” Isabel asked, staring at Liz.

“Oh, nothing. It’s just one of those days.” Liz replied, careful to keep the sugar from spilling all over the table.

“Damn it!” Maria yelled in frustration. Isabel quickly turned her attention to Maria who was now hitting the cappuccino machine with a metal spoon, making a loud clanking noise. The rest of the customers stopped and stared at Maria, who was drenched with cold cappuccino and whipped cream.

“Don’t kill the thing.” Isabel tried hard not to laugh, but she couldn’t help but giggle a little.

“Maria, calm down. We’ll just tell my dad to get us a new one, you don’t have to get all worked up.” Liz said, walking over to the counter.

“I’m not worked up over this stupid machine. I’m just…(Clang)…using it…(Clang)…to take it out…(Clang)…on Michael…” Maria finally stopped and fell to the ground and took in a deep breathe.

Liz went over and sat on the floor beside her best friend. “I know. I’m mad too. But it’s not our fault, so, don’t blame yourself.”

“I’m not blaming myself. I’m blaming Michael, like I always do. But I just can’t help but feel a little sorry for him, and the guys. I mean, they didn’t even know what they did wrong--”

“Exactly. That’s why we’re giving them the silent treatment, and then, they’ll realize what they did and apologize like real boyfriends.” Isabel interjected. “It’s their fault that they got drunk, they should’ve known better.”

“But Isabel, how are they suppose to know what they did wrong, when they can’t even remember?” Liz asked innocently.

Isabel and Maria both stared at Liz, knowing that it must’ve been killing her to ‘pretend’ to hate Max. She desperately wanted to tell him everything and forgive him, even if she shouldn’t. “You guys are impossible! After what they did, you still want to forgive them?” Isabel was beginning to lose her patience with these humans and couldn’t help but show a little anger, to stress her point. “Don’t tell me, you’ve both forgotten…”

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“Michael! Give me that!” Max grabbed the beer from Michael, who was dancing around wildly on the coffee table of the Evans’ home. Max couldn’t understand why he’d agreed in having a party…especially at HIS house.

“Aw, come on Maxwell, I’m just having a little fun!” Michael yelled over the loud music, blasting from the stereo.

“Michael, get down from there! You’re drunk, let me take you home.” Maria gave out her hand to Michael, who was oblivious to her presence. He suddenly felt sick and collapsed, landing on Maria. “Get off of me!”

“Max! Max! Don’t you think this party is getting a little out of hand?” Liz asked, half screaming before a group of teens scrambled past them knocking the punch bowl over and spilling it all over Max.

“What did you say…?” Max trailed off as a sudden sensation washed through him and the room started to spin.

“Max? Max! Are you okay?” Liz asked, concerned.

The room spun faster and faster and soon all the colours started to blur and Max knew that he was blacking out. “Was…the…punch…sp…”

“Oh my God! Max! Max!” Liz tried to drag Max over to the couch, but a crowd of people swarmed around her, making it impossible to move.

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“So? That doesn’t mean we should be infuriated with them.” Maria said, wiping the mess off her uniform.

“Yeah, so they past out, big deal. Everyone does that sometime.” Liz commented, backing up Maria.