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A/N All the characters belong to me! Please do not use with out my permission ^_^

For the past three days, Acara was finding it hard to stay together. She had to face Trent Fuzzner multiple times a day, and deal with his overly flirty nature. The first day, the feline sat in her temporary office making phone calls when the canine came in for no particular reason. She had just finished finalizing the New Zealand show and was about to call up Rob to let him know, when there was a tap on her shoulder. She turned around and almost screamed. Trent was just standing there, staring down at her. It was easy to tell that the canine was checking her out. Acara wanted to punch him in the face, but she managed to control herself.

"So you're the new tour assistant?" he grinned. "Most of them crack before we hit the road," he said plainly.

Acara gulped, she'd probably crack also, but for an entirely different reason. She didn't know for how long she'd bear to be in the same room with the singer. "I, well, I should be fine," the feline said nervously.

The canine laughed at this, "You don't sound that way." His pale blue eyes stared right into hers. He found it odd how she looked so uneasy. Trent knew that some were intimidated by him, but not this much. "We're all going out to drink tonight, are you busy?" The rest of the group wanted to get to know the newbie, and Trent thought she was attractive so he wouldn't mind her tagging a long.

The feline felt like she was on the verge of an anxiety attack, there was no way she was going out with them. "I'm really sorry!" She couldn't hold the eye contact anymore. "I have a lot of work to do, and I don't want to fall behind."

Trent cocked an eyebrow; exactly how much did that dragon give her to do? "Fine, maybe next time." He gave her a wink and turned to leave.

"Wait!" Acara stood up in her chair and was about to go after him if he continued to walk. The dog turned around and looked at her with a confused glare. "I saw your Boston gig. I don't know if you remember me..." She held her breath as she waited for an answer. So far, the musician gave no clue if he remembered her or not. He could have just been waiting for her to bring it up.

The Weimaraner thought for a moment and then shook his head. "Sorry, not at all. I'll see you at rehearsal tomorrow." He left, and Acara held her head low. She sat back down in her chair with tears starting to stream down her cheeks. She figured as much.

The days the followed were no easier. Usually, the feline held her composure at work, and the moment she got back to the hotel she was curled up crying. The singer was making it so hard for her; he kept flirting with her all day. Always making little side comments about the new 'eye candy' to his band mates that she just happened to over hear. Acara found herself being extremely cold back to him. It was the only way to mask any other feeling that was running though her.

By the forth day, she was starting to dread coming to work. She was glad that she was still able to keep her front up, the last thing she needed was Rob worrying about her. Sighing, Acara parked her car at the studio and made her way to the entrance. The feline wasn't even inside the building yet when she felt a tap on her shoulder. "Hey kitty! What'cha doing tonight?"

"My friend is coming to visit me from Vegas," she lied. The calico cat didn't even bother turning around. "We're going to hang out around the city."

She heard Trent snort as he came up next to her and opened the door, letting her go in first. "You have to come out with us at least one night before the tour."

Acara sighed and walked into the building, with the canine following close behind her. Every damn day he asked her! "Tomorrow." Maybe if she just went, he'd leave her alone. "I'll go out tomorrow." She spoke in a defeated tone.

The Weimaraner grinned and pat her on the head. "Robin lives closest to you, he'll pick you up at 11."

"Way to make plans for someone else," she grumbled. The feline was not in a good mood. She quickly made a left into the rehearsal room, relieved that Trent kept walking down the hall. She slumped down into one of the plastic chairs and let out a sigh.

"You ok?" The question came so sudden that Acara jumped into the air. She looked up and saw Ally, the red panda, staring at her from behind his keyboard. "Sorry!" He apologized after he saw her freak out.

The feline shook her head, "No, its cool." Ally was probably the nicest member of the group. He was very caring and considerate. Whenever Acara had a problem and Rob wasn't around, the panda would always be the one to help her. "And I'm fine, just stressed."

Ally nodded, understanding how the calico cat must feel. "Yeah, it'll only get worse once we get out on the road. But hey, you're doing a great job for a newbie." This made the intern smile. "And I over heard that you're coming out with us Friday." He grinned and leaned foreword on his keyboard.

Once again, a sigh escaped Acara's lips. "Yeah, so Trent will leave me the hell alone about it."

The panda let out a chuckle, "I doubt that's going to happen. Though if you're coming with us, I should let you in on our little game."

"Game?" The feline cocked her head in confusion.

"Yeah, Ally frowned, "Its called 'Don't Let Trent Drink too Much or Take any Weird Drug, While Making Sure He Doesn't Pick up a Hooker.'"

"Sounds like a fun game," Acara growled. This only reassured her that going out with the band was going to be a nightmare. She wasn't much of a partier anyway, and she did have to admit, when faced with alcohol she always drank a little more then she should. Then her friend always got to tell her all the wonderful things she did while intoxicated.

Acara and Ally's conversation came to and end when the rest of the band started filing into the room. Trent was the last one in, and for some reason he had a stupid smile on his face. The calico cat figured he probably just shot up or something. The thought actually shocked her. She used to hold the musician in such high regard, and ever since that night she looked down on him. For a split second, she almost felt bad about it. That was until the dog opened his big mouth.

"So guys, Acara's finally gonna party with us!" Trent grinned at her before he went to go set up his mic. "So we all have to buy her drinks! We can't let the newbie walk away sober!"

Acara just shook her head and sighed. She was going to say something, but Robin started talking first. "Sounds like a plan!" He laughed. The raptor was just as bad as Trent, dammit.

"No, that's really ok," the feline protested. "I'd rather not get too drunk..."

"To bad," the canine cut her off. "You don't have to pay for them."

"That's not the problem!" Acara growled back, "I'd just rather not get drunk." She really didn't trust herself drunk around the band. Ally would be fine, cause he wouldn't try to molest her. Trent though, she didn't know. And she didn't really trust Robin, Jeordie and Josh either. The calico was relieved when Rob walked in, saving her from starting a full on argument.

"Everyone set up?" The dragon got right down to business. Trent sighed and nodded. "Then why aren't you practicing?" Acara couldn't help but grin; she loved him for putting the dog in his place. Rob waited for them to start before he motioned for his intern to follow him. He brought her around all the electronics describing what each did and showing her how to set them up. It was hard to take everything in with the band playing, but the feline tried to listen the best she could.

The next two hours flew by. At the end of the practice session, Acara knew how to work all the equipment the band needed. Rob was just awesome like that. She also had 'Closer' stuck in her head, but she'd rather not think about that. The dragon told her she could go home early, as he had nothing else for her to do. She took total advantage of that situation. Anything to get away from Trent. As the feline drove back to her apartment, she was in deep thought. She found it depressing that her favorite band in the world had such a tarnished image now. "I'm an idiot," she sighed. After all, it was her fault for this happening. If only she didn't wait outside to meet the band. If only she didn't let him fuck her. If only... If only she listened to Hunter and didn't do this stupid internship.

***

It was Friday night. Acara didn't want it to be Friday night, but she couldn't stop or fast foreword time. She sat on the couch with a sign. Robin should be there any moment to pick her up. The feline was already starting to feel sick. What if she just told him she had the flu? No, that wouldn't work. Crap. "I don't want to go!" She hissed to herself.

A few minutes later she saw lights, and heard honking. "God damnit." This was it. The feline reluctantly pulled herself off the couch and made her way out to the raptors car. She got in the car with an unhappy pout plastered to her face. She didn't even look at Robin, just down at her feet.

"Looks like we have a sad pussy on our paws," the guitarist laughed to himself at his joke. The remark just earned a hiss from his passenger. He pulled out of the hotel's parking lot and zoomed down the road. "But seriously, what's up?" That was the first time he ever showed her concern. "Listen, I won't really force you to get drunk. Was only joking."

Acara shook her head, "Trent wasn't," she spoke in a low growl.

"True," the raptor nodded in agreement. "Eh, he'll be to drunk to remember." An awkward silence washed over the car. Acara was too angry to talk, and Robin didn't know what to say to crack though her shell. It seemed the root of her anger was Trent, judging by her last comment. "Hey, I know Trent is overwhelming at times. But you know, he's going though some hard times right now. We're trying to get him off drugs, and you know."

The feline really didn't care if the canine was going though a hard time. She didn't care if he was addicted to drugs or whatever. It sounded like Robin was just making excuses. "He's not the only one going though hard times." She sighed again. The raptor hadn't done anything to her, yet. The calico cat was starting to feel bad for being a total bitch. "Sorry, its just some things are going on with me. I haven't been in the best of moods."

Robin was shocked by the sudden apology. "It's cool. Don't worry about it." He gave her a friendly smile, "Just have fun tonight. Once we leave you won't have the chance to relax."

Acara smiled back at him. She had really never spoke to him before, maybe he wasn't as bad as his stage persona seemed. Robin was one of the guys jumping around and destroying everything in sight, so she figured he was just as bad as Trent. But he wasn't, and he managed to calm her nerves a bit. "I'll try," her voice picked up a little. It wasn't like she was going to be alone with Trent. Ally would be there, they were friends. And it seemed Robin had her back too. She was going to have fun.

The bar was already packed when the two got there. "Finally!" A familiar, drunken, voice was heard over the crowd. "Took you forever!" Trent made his way over to Robin and Acara. "Get me two shoots!" He shouted to the bartender.

The raptor shook his head, overwhelming indeed. "Listen, Acara really doesn't want to..."

The canine cut her off. "Don't take her side! She's out with us, she has to drink!" The bartender gave him two shoots of vodka. "Now both of you, shot. Now."

Acara hissed at Trent. "I don't do shots. I told you I'm not drinking," She crossed her arms in front of her chest, "If you're gonna be an asshole I'll go back right now." Robin sighed, already a fight was breaking out. He quickly did his shot just to appease the canine.

The singer grinned and glared down at the feline. "What, to scared to do the shoot? Lightweight!"

Her eyes went wide, "What did you just say?" She hissed.

"That's right," a big grin appeared on the Weimaraner face. "You're scared its gonna burn. I bet you haven't even drunk before anyway. Oh well, I'll give this to someone whose man enough to drink. I forgot little pussy's couldn't handle big people things."

Oh no, he didn't just go there. "Fuck you, give me that!" She grabbed the shot glass and downed it in one gulp. She didn't even twitch. "Happy?"

The feline totally just played into the canine's game. Robin knew this, and knew there was no protecting her now. Shaking his head, he went over to Josh and Jeordie to chat. "I bet you can't do another one, lightweight."

The fact that Acara didn't want to drink was thrown out the window. The drinking battle was on. "Fuck you!" She hissed again, "Get me another shoot." And another shot she got. Then another, and another. Five shots down, and an hour later Trent succeeded in getting the calico drunk. Really drunk. Since she usually didn't do things like this, so the alcohol hit her hard.

It didn't take the rest of the band long to realize that while drunk, Acara was the most friendly, outgoing, happy kitty known to man. She was giving hugs to everyone, and even being nice to Trent. At the moment she was chewing Ally's ear off in a one sided drunken conversation. The red panda didn't have much to drink, and was quite sober. He didn't mind listening to the feline, however, it was keeping her out of trouble. And, it was keeping her away from Trent. As she blabbed, Acara ended up saying a little more then she should have. Ally had asked her why she got so uncomfortable when she was around the lead singer. She had just smiled at him and said in a high pitched voice, "He practically raped me." How the cat could say this in such a happy tone bewildered the keyboardist.

"He what?" Ally spun around to face the intern fully, staring right into her blazing green eyes.

She giggled, "Well, after this show I ran into him," as she spoke her voice grew higher, "and he was all like, silly. So we went to my a...apart...apartment! And then," she giggled again, "I was so fan girly so when he threw me on the bed I was all like yay! But then... I didn't want it, but oh well. I got it anyway!" Acara downed the rest of her screwdriver and put the glass up on the bar when she finished.

Ally on the other hand was not so thrilled. If that was what happened, then he'd have to keep the two apart. He was really starting to grow a liking toward the feline, and something like this was unforgivable. "Listen, let's talk about this tomorrow?" He wanted to get the story straight before he did anything. The fact that she was so happy and talking about something so screwed up disturbed the panda. Acara just nodded and grinned, then continued to talk about something completely random.

Unfortunately for the two, back in a corner of the bar Trent and Josh were staring down a certain Calico cat. "I bet I can fuck her," the front man grinned. He turned to the monkey to see what he thought,

"Go for it!" He grinned, "It looks like she opened up to you!" He patted the canine on the head, causing him to let out a disapproving growl.

"Fuck dude, she's talking to Ally." Trent shook his head, "Gotta wait till he's gone." He took a quick shot of some random shot glass that someone left next to him.

Josh grinned, "You owe me one!" The monkey slowly made his way over to the panda and whispered something in his ear. Trent saw Ally sigh and say no to what ever Josh said at first. But after a few more seconds he was dragging the keyboardist away. Perfect! Leave it to the drummer!

When the coast was clear, Trent plopped down on the seat where Ally was a few moments ago. "Having fun?" He asked the calico with a drunken grin.

She turned to face him also with a stupid grin on her face. "Yeaaaah!" The canine noticed her cheeks were dark red from drinking, and her shirt was slowly sliding down her shoulders, giving him a good view of some cleavage. "You having fuuuun?" She laughed and leaned foreword, now giving the singer an even better view.

Trent just grinned to himself; he wasn't hiding the fact that he was staring right at her chest. "Yup, a blast!" He grinned evilly, "But this place is getting kind of boring. Want to go do something fun?"

The feline didn't realize what the canine was staring at, and she probably wouldn't have cared. At the moment, she was back in her fan girl days of the past. Trent was suddenly extremely attractive, and hell, the alcohol was making her want to do things to him. "Fun?" She cocked her head to the side, "What kind of fun?"

Trent sat up and pulled her off the bar stool with him and then started leading her out of the bar. "You know, go back to my place," he growled into her ear, "Fuck." The direct approach, the front man's favorite while intoxicated.

Acara's ears stuck straight up and her cheeks turned even redder. If the calico cat was sober at the moment Trent would have been punched in the face and kicked in the balls so hard he wouldn't be able to have children. But, she wasn't sober. She was far from sober. "Sounds fun!" She slurred.

Now the Weimaraner was the one to prick up his ears. That's all it took? Hell, this was too easy! "Well, then, come on." Trent's apartment was only two blocks from the bar, so it was as quick walk. Even with the two stumbling up the sidewalk. The entire way Acara had that big, stupid grin plastered to her face. Not once did it occur to her that this was most likely the stupidest decision she would ever make.