Gang Wars.(Acid Rain. And anyone who wants to join the team)

Rain half smiled as she looked back at Jay and Zack. This would make life interesting.

Zack laughed. "And how do you propose to kill me, eh birdie?" Zack strained the emphasis on the word birdie, knowing it bugged her. Surprisingly, however, he was rather compliant, and walked alongside Jay, whistling to himself and tossing his combat knife in the air, catching it and throwing it up again in a single fluid motion.

A light bulb turned on in Rain's head as she watched Zack on the leash. She smiled, almost evilily.

"She might not be able to. But I can." She sighed softly she didn't feel like showing off her abilities if at all ever, in fact she was a-okay with not showing them off. Less trouble that way. She nudged Jay in the ribs and whispered in her ear. "If he gives you any trouble, I'll give him a solid taser jolt." She gave her a soft well mannered smile, and a pat on the back before matching her walking pace. This was going to be a tight squeeze. "Someone has to sleep on the floor. The couch bed is designed for two, my bed is designed for one and well, someone has to sleep on the floor. Don't worry, I got a sleeping bag or two someplace." She sighed softly as she looked at them all. She wasn't going to let the nut case have a bed, so it was already decided in her head that he was sleeping on the floor.

Zack jumped up and down again. "Ooh! I call the floor! I call the floor! Way comfier than a bed. Too soft. And the beds I sleep on always break. That's no fun..." He chuckled, and held the knife in hos hand, fingers outstretched and his palm facing upwards. The knife began to spin like a saw blade on it's own accord, and he hummed cheerfully as he watched it intensely.

Jay outstretched her wing and smacked Zack, "I said what about the name Birdie?" she snapped, "If you must, i don't mid jay bird, song bird is even more preferred but BIRDIE is something you hit in Golf!"
She yanked on the leash, "I called the bed, and Saw here can get the floor," Jay motioned with her head at Zack as he played with his knife.

(i gtg. srry. bbt)

(Aw, bye Rain! I'm gonna torchor the rest while your gone! hope you don't mind. *smirks evilly*)

(lol)

When she yanked, Zack's weight prevented her from being able to pull him over, all she succeeded in doing was popping several stitches in the arm. Zack laughed. "If you rip your own jacket, will you kill yourself? And while you get a bed, keep in mind, you'll probably end up sharing with Rebecca." He chuckled, speaking in a sing song voice. "I got the lucky side of this deal. I get the comfy floor, and you get to share with Rebecca." His grin widened. "Have fun with that, cute stuff." He laughed wildly, continuing to spin his blade.

Suddenly Rain's stomach let a growl so loud the alley was full of the sound.

"If you rip your own jacket, will you kill yourself? Zack laughed.
Jay took one quick look at the sleeve of her jacket and frowned, "I know how to sew, so that's not a problem. And at this rate I'm sleeping outside!" Jay glared at Zack, "And enough with the names!" Jay sighed tiredly.
Then Jay heard some one's stomach growl, "Ok, who did that, because now your going to give MY stomach ideas!"

Rain kept looking ahead, trying to keep her composure. Inside, though, she was laughing, hard.