"Let it be..."

"........................No............."

"Ari come on!"

"I freaking said NO!"

"Grr, just do it...or that yellow oe is going to like pop or something if you don't."

"Gwaagghh...................fine, give me the...the..."

" Theeeeeeee....?"

"Shut UP Sonata, you are NOT helping!"

"Idiots..."

"Sigh, give me the..t-he... the...I am not doing this Sonata!"

"Awww come on Aria! This is like one teenie tiny thing, for meeeeeee??!??!"

The stubborn bull of a girl grunted, her purple brow quivering in barely containted rage.

"Fine!!"

"Gah, ahem...Fluttershy would you please hand me my bottle of Aki-Trans Ranger bubble soap, so I may join the forces of earth in cleaning up the nasty viles of modern society!"

With a childish giggle, the frost bitten blue Siren burst out of her half of the bathtub and proudly tossed her grumpy sibling the name brand anime inspired shampoo bottle. Much to the growling protest of the glaring Aria.

Adagio leaned back, it had been a long time since she and her Sisters had been welcome in a home. A home with legal plumbing, electric and residents. The half starved lioness lingerd upon what could only be described as "best of middle class" counter top within Fluttershy's families bathroom. The plush house, nuzzled within the ever chilly bushiness districts of down town Canterlot, had an almost out of place sense to it. Running her chipped nails and frozen fingers over the duct tape repaired garments she wore, the Alpha found herself at home, yet a stranger to this well to do home. Her exhausted eyes panned over the very cramped bathroom and hallway, as it had become resident to not one but stuff full of two bands. The Sirens and Rainbooms where elbow to shoulder and hip to groin, with  eyes snapping and hands twitching. Yet it was Sonata and Aria, sitting across from one another in the bathtub, ironically that had the most comfort.

"You could have at  least tryed to put some spirit in it Ari!"

"Shut the fuck up Nata or I am going to give you a fucking golden shower!"

"ewwww! Dagi!!!!!"

Strength flowed in the husk that was her ruined body, the laughter and sweet words of her siblings hearts filling her with energy. Adagio nodded and gave the prompt soft buffering slap to the back of Sonata's weathered head.

"Both of you hurry the hell up, I would like to shower....TODAY!"

Huffing loudly, her hair down and swirling in the tubs water, Aria shifted her scar and bruise covered figure.

"Gonna have an audience like us, eh?!"

The snarled words jerked out of the cramped room and into the hall.

"oh..ahm..d..did you need mor-"

"Hey! We are just making sure you three are stealing shit!"

The bruiser flared at the tomboys accusation. She screeched threw the door, water splashing as her ragged limbs flailed.

"Steal what?! A fucking dream catcher and coco butter shampoo...fuck you Rainbow Crash!"

"Don't call me that!"

"How about...both of you guys, put your damn dicks back  in your pants and SHUT UP!"

Outside the well moderate family income restroom, the gang pile of Rainbooms all turned to stare at Pinkie Pie.

"I mean like gosh, you two are start spitting and talking about trucks next, ohh! Dashie do you think you can get me one of those red neck belt buckles!"

"Pinkie..."

"Ya'll are on some thin ice here..."

"I do say, come now let the Sirens have a chance to rebirth, they should be but at the hands of Soul Washer if possible, sadly the spa is not open, so girls...please, at least let them bathe!"

Sunset pressed the bridge of her nose carefully and sighed. The Rainbooms Leader leaned against her mousy friends wall, and watched as her friends began to jeer and pick at one another over there new focus. Anyone else would find it annoying, upsetting, or rude. But Sunset Shimmmer just found herself smiling. As she starred at the door in front of her, steam slipping beneath its gate a warmth spread in her chest. Yes here was a concern. Here the Sirens where in Fluttershys home, and causing a fight between her friends. Yet as much as the argument prattled between cocky smirks,to hat tugging and of course plenty of whimpers from a ever scared yellow girl, it was all in good nature. For for the first time the Sirens where not starting a fight over pride or ego but instead, friendship.

Friendship.

Smirking the biker ran her leather clad thumb over her brow and turned to watch her five friends argueing. A warm chuckle growing in her chest.

"Twilight is never going to believe this...."