Kian arrived back at the pitch carrying several crates of various kinds of beer. He set them all down on the bench and stood there watching the game at hand; girls were screaming, guys were yelling and Steo was in the middle checking his watch and blowing his whistle occasionally.

�BREAK!� He yelled when he spotted Kian and the beer.

�BEER WENCH!� Mark hollered jovially, skipping happily to Kian. �Can you pass me a beer, please, Beer Wench?�

Kian was less than impressed and told Mark exactly where he could go�and what he could do with the can of beer once he got there.

Halley, jumping up and down like a boxer in a ring, kissed him and opened a can; she drank it in one gulp and threw it in an already gathering pile by the trash can.

�I got chillllllllls, they�re multiplying,� Steo began singing in a high pitched ultra dramatic way, �And I�m loooooooooooosssssiiiiiiiing controooooooooool.�

Shane, who was hobbling up complaining of several broken legs, watched him in shock, �What the bloody hell?�

�I think he�s singing,� Nicky whispered, grinning. Shane gave him a look.

�IT�S ELECTRIFYING!� Steo hollered, pointing into the air and jutting out his hips. He threw an empty beer can to the pile and turned around to see the group gathered behind him, watching his every move. He blushed inadvertently and cleared his throat, �Break�s up.�

Bryan was laughing hysterically, but managed to choke out, �Steo. Did you watch Grease this morning?�

Steo looked affronted, but didn�t say anything about the comment, �Let�s get back to the pitch.� He blew his whistle several times, causing everyone to throw their hands over their ears, and trotted to the middle of the field.

�Maybe you should have worn your leather pants,� Halley commented, looking sideways at Kian as he held back laughter, �It would have gone better with the song choice.�

�A leather jacket would have looked better than that stripped shirt, too,� Nicollete mused, scratching her chin in mock thought.

�You should spike your hair up,� Nicky noted. �OR just put a ton of styling gel in it, like Shane does.�

Shane glared at him, �Shut up, Nicky.�

�Ahhh they�re at it again.� Bryan made a cat fight noise, �Get a room, you two.�

�You better shape up, �cause I need a man,� Halley sang, skipping around in mock dance.

�And my heart is set on youuuuuuuuuuuuu,� Nicollete continued, pointing to Mark, who laughed.

Steo clapped, �Good show.� He threw the ball at Nicollete who caught it and dropped it to her feet; after blowing the whistle, Bryan took off after her towards the goal. In moments, she was sprawled on the ground yelling in agony.

�Oy, Bry! You killed me girlfriend!� Mark pounced on Bryan, throwing him to the ground.

�I�m fine, actually,� Nicollete said, standing above the two of them as they wrestled around on the ground.

�You are?� Mark asked, genuinely glad; she nodded and he untangled himself from Bryan and stood up to hug her.

Steo had his hands on his hips, watching the group, �Is this a football game or complete chaos?�

Kian put his hand into the air, �It�s chaos, Sr. Steo.� Steo shot him a look that plainly stated he didn�t need his opinion.

�Don�t get your panties into a twist,� Nicky joked, kicking the ball; it sailed halfway down the pitch and smack dab into Nicollete�s head. She looked angrily at him, after realizing what had happened, and then began to race after him as he circled the pitch trying to get away from her. As soon as she got within his range, she jumped on him and tackled him to the ground. He landed hard and screeched in pain; Shane, who had been chasing them, jumped onto her creating a Nicky pig-pile. Bryan only wanted to join in the �fun� so he decided he�d jump on them too, which caused quite a stir.

�BRYAN! GET OFF!� Nicky yelled, though it was muffled and nobody but Nicollete heard anything.

�Oy, get your fat arse off me girlfriend,� Mark threatened, walking up to them. Kian, Steo and Halley hung back watching and laughing.

�I�m not fat!� Bryan yelled, trying to get to his feet. �I�m big boned!�

Nicky chuckled slightly, �I�ll give you big boned.�

�NICKY!� Shane yelled, hitting him in the chest.

Nicollete was rolling around on the ground moaning, �I can�t breathe you guys, stop yelling about boners and come and help me! MEDIC!�

�Eloy�s not here,� Steo fretted, dropping to her side, �He would fix you right up.�

�Eloy is not a medic,� Shane retorted, �But here he comes, though how much help he�ll be�is probably as undetermined as how�I can�t do analogies right now, I�m too busy worried about what Nicky MEANT by that COMMENT.� He glared at his boyfriend, but all Nicky did was shrug.

�What happened?� Eloy asked, coming up behind Steo. �Who died?�

Kian shook his head, confusion written across his face, �Nobody died, Eloy.�

Nicollete groaned, �Speak for yourself, Egan.�

With some help, they got Nicollete to her feet; Mark carried her over to the bench and set her on it. They suggested they reschedule the game for another time, but she declined saying she�d rather just watch.

Steo and Eloy were making out on the other side of the field, which caused Mark to roll his eyes, �There�s so much gay energy around right now. I feel like I should be contributing.�

�Don�t even,� Nicollete warned, laughing a little as she began to breathe more regularly.

�Mark, you don�t have a gay bone in your body�� he winked, �Would you like one?�

�NICHOLAS BYRNE!� Shane screamed like an angry pre-teen, �Stop that!�

�God, Nicky,� Halley laughed, �Are you trying to freak everyone out so your game looks better?�

�I know not of what you speak, Halley.� Nicky gulped down another beer and went back to the field.

�Looks like you�re in, Kian,� Halley sighed, turning to Kian, �On the opposite team from me. Whatever will I do?�

�More tackling than normal, I assume,� Shane stated, his eyebrows making suggestive movements at her.

�I should tackle him,� Halley muttered as she and Kian made their way to the middle of the field behind Shane.

�Hopefully not in a sexual way,� Kian replied, grinning.

�No,� Halley sighed, �Only Nicky will be doing that.�

Steo�s whistle blew about four times before Bryan yanked it off his neck and threw it to the ground. Eloy spent the rest of the game looking for it.

After four hours, Nicollete had fallen asleep on the bench and the teams had tied with six goals each. Eloy blew Steo�s whistle (which he finally found) and they took a break to decide what to do.

�We could do penalty kicks,� Bryan suggested, popping a lone grape into his mouth.

Steo sighed, �There are no goalies.� Eloy handed him a framed photo. �Eloy, what is this?�

�It�s an emu,� Eloy replied, jumping up and down in excitement.

�I see that�but why?�

�His name is Steo. I just bought him.�

Nicky stopped eating his banana suggestively and coughed, �You bought an EMU!?� Shane took the banana from him and finished it off, patting Nicky�s back randomly. Halley grabbed Nicky�s hand and pulled him away from the group; Shane didn�t look too happy.

�Well, no,� Eloy replied, stroking the picture fondly, �I am sponsoring him. He lives on an Emu farm in America.�

�So it�s like when you buy a star and name it,� Nicollete said, covering up a yawn and burying herself against Mark.

�You can BUY a STAR!?� Eloy cried, punching the air with his fist in happiness; he turned to Steo and his voice became more high-pitched than normal, �I wanna buy Elijah Wood! I love hobbits! We can name him Frodo!�

Mark laughed, and threw a bowling ball he�d been playing with at Eloy�s head, �She means stars�in the SKY, duetz.� He picked the plastic ball off the ground and began tossing it back and forth between his hands.

�ANYWAY,� Kian cleared his throat, �We need to either finish the game here or finish it later. �Cause I know Halley and Nicky will never stop until they know who�s better.�

He looked a few feet over where Halley and Nicky were tackling each other in order to �build up each others stamina� for the continuation of the game.

�He�s right,� Shane replied, biting his lower lip, �When are we all free?� He pulled a purple leather bound date book from a bag

Bryan laid down on the ground and closed his eyes, tired of thinking; Mark and Nicollete walked away from the group to a photo booth so they could either make out or take pictures.

�What about tomorrow?� Steo suggested, �I�m free then.�

�We have a concert with Russell Watson, BBMak and Blue so we can�t,� Kian sighed, �Day after?�

�I could, for an hour,� Steo stated, �I have a plane to catch in the afternoon.�

They made plans to continue the game the day after tomorrow and said that the first team to score a goal would win.

Bryan scored the first goal by falling flat on his face and landing on the ball, it flew out from under him and sailed right into Shane, who grabbed it and was catapulted into his own goal. Shane got grass stains all over his clean white shorts, tackled Bryan in anger, and stuck him with the dry cleaning bill.

Halley never let Nicky live it down, though he did call for a rematch.

However, with all the tackling that went on in that match, it was more like wrestling than soccer/football, so they all just called it even in the end.