"Shh! Shh! Be quiet, Zed!"

"We're hiding under a table in a crowded room! How could we get caught?"

"I don't know how, but you and Tango are underage, and if they find us, we're toast."

"I could fake my age! I'm 19, after all!"

"You look like a fucking 16-year-old who doesn't know how to drive."

Zed frowned in the dim light. He was the shortest in the group, probably in the building.

The trio was hiding under a table in the local comedy club, lights dimmed. Only a red tablecloth hid them from the many people in the building. Every once in a while, Tango would pop his head out to check the surroundings.

A man with blue hair was onstage now, busting out badly planned jokes. In no time, somebody else would go, then the next, and the next. Tango checked his watch- 11:44 pm. It would be 16 minutes til a break for the comedians, audience, workers in the building. Most people would leave for a bit, then come back. That would be the time the trio would leave.

"Why did you two even get me to bring you here?" Impulse muttered, taking a sip of his lemonade. "Why the hell did you guys get me to buy you drinks?" He motioned to the other's cups. "Why am I even considered the 'smart one' here!?"

Zed shrugged. "Well, I live on my own. Other than Tango. And you," he took a sip of his drink. "You guys say you're my parents multiple times to cheat me in places for free."

"Well, not for free. Just less," Tango added, taking a large swig of his drink. "Anyways, you're my friend, I love you guys." He smiled, peeking out from under the table when the audience clapped for the blue-hair guy.

"And now, next up,            !" The announcer exclaimed.

Impulse sighed. "Look, rent is shit. We do what we can for saving cash. Now, it's only a short second until we can leave this place, and I can hide you guys from alcohol."

Tango raised an eyebrow, looking down at his drink. "Beer is good, though."

Impulse dropped his head onto his hands. "Can you please stop? I wanna get through this night without having to take care of you guys while you're drunk."

"Uhmm, hello?" The three froze. "Hello? Is this a thing in my head, of did I overhear a conversation?" 

Impulse's eyes went wide, skin pale. Stay quiet, he mouthed. Stay still.

A hand lifted up the tablecloth, showing a man with brown hair and glasses. "Ever so sorry to intervene on your interaction, but I couldn't help but notice you three haven't signed in to this fine abode." He showed his left wrist, which had a blue stamp on it in the shape of an A; matching the one on his shirt.

"Oh! Uhm..." Tango smiled uncomfortably.

"I'll keep it quiet if you three put up a comedy skit." The man smiled. "Or the two legal ones." He pointed to Tango and Impulse.

"Heyyy!" Zedaph whined. I'm of age!"

"Yeah, sure. I'll take that if the other two put up a show. Now I'll sign you up."

"Hey! Sure! Let's just GO UP THERE without a plan!" Impulse hissed. "How are me and Tango supposed to do a play without a plan!?"

The man slid his glasses up his nose and sighed. "Don't you know that that's the point of improv?"

Tango banged his head on the top of the table while jumping out. The comedian had just finished her act, and people were waiting for a new actor. He pulled Impulse out by the arm and screamed, "WE'RE UP!!!" And ran up to the stage, diving around tables and people before leaping onto the stage.

"What are you DOING!?" Impulse hissed.

"As long as that guy doesn't tell on us and keeps Zed safe, we're fine."

"HEY IMPULSE, DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THE PARROT AND THE SWORD?"

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The End :D (669 words)

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