Molly's impatient face perched on Ballqis' shoulder as she combed her hair on the following Sunday morning.

"Yes, that's better. Now let's go to the cafe and I'll get us some coffee. We must plan our night out in Melbourne. It's happening in 13 days!" she screamed, yet again.

Ballqis' ears ring but she could not help but get just as excited. She never had friends who were thrilled to hang out with her. Molly's little jig made her got up with a smile.

Molly had came banging on Ballqis' door at 8am and forced the girl who was still feeling sorry for herself to shower. Molly had insisted on making plans today as Ballqis, Agamemnon an Iqball are leaving for the Anzac trip with Mrs Jogh in four days.

"Just us girls?" Ballqis checked before agreeing.

Molly's head had bobbed like bubbly head doll on a dashboard.

But as soon as Ballqis' skinny latte arrived, a hungry Agamemnon hollared their names.

"What are you guys doing here?"

“Oh just planning a sneak out once we hit the city. I've scouted a couple of night spots that allow 18 year olds in, there's a couple near enough to the camp site that Mr Evans plan to park us all in," she said.

Agamemnon's eyes lit. He reached for his phone and texted someone without looking.

"I'm in!" Aga said.

"Wait, we're going clubbing?" Ballqis asked, a little shocked that that was what Molly had in mind.

"Why, what else do you have in mind?" Molly asked giddily

"I just wanted to find something nice for my dad, that's all," she said thinking about the extra money Mrs Jogh had given during their last outing.

"Opal stuff are boring, plus, they're mostly for ladies. That's something you might want to consider buying for your mom," Molly suggested.

"Naah... I doubt she will like anything I buy," Ballqis deflected, not noticing Aga giving Molly a signal with his eyes nor the fact that Iqball had just arrived to the table.

"Aga, what was the emergency?" asked Iqball, his hair still wet.

He was working out at the gym when Aga's text pipped into his phone.

'S.O.S, cafe. Hurry.'

That was all he said. Iqball had quickly showered and rushed to the cafe. Even his bag was half zipped.

"Dude you smell like a girl. Never mind. The girls are planning a clubbing trip within Mr Evil's trip!" Aga divulged.

He pulled Iqball down hard. Iqball plonked into the seat next to Ballqis. The smell of the  vanilla soap he used splashed across the table.

"Hey I use whatever they had in the men's. I would have gone back to my place and shower in peace had Aga not send me this weird text!" Iqball glowered, placing his phone with the screen lighted up.

Aga's name was saved as 'Lady Aga'. Ballqis would have laughed if she wasn't feeling so self-conscious.

Molly sniggered.

"The clubbing thing was my idea. What do you guys want to do? Mr Evil is letting us do our own thing after the matinee ends anyway," she quickly steered the group back on track.

From having such a protected childhood, Molly grew up as a teen without many friends. She wanted to do something wild by her standards but secretly, she was scared. She was hoping Ballqis would be her partner in crime, as she seemed level-headed enough to keep both of them out of trouble.

Molly may know some self-defence moves from the class she took with her younger sister, and with Ballqis having a black belt in karate she felt braver.

But having muscles would absolutely be a plus!

Aga was tall and muscular, and his face could easily turn from Disney's dark prince to Tinseltown's mafia with a single scowl.

Iqball may have the typical pretty boy looks and his physique was too scrawny for Molly's taste, but she had seen him kick-box at the gym and she was impressed.

"I haven't thought much about the trip," Iqball responded first and gestured to the lady at the drinks counter that he would like his usual choice of coffee.

Aga patted his back and offered to pay for Iqball's mocha, likely out of guilt for making his friend rushed to cafe. The guy didn't even comb his hair! Aga side-eyed Iqball a little as he glanced up to his hair, hoping he would realize and do something about the mop of hair on his head.

Iqball quickly ran his hand through his almost shoulder length hair. He had yet been to a barber since he stopped working part time at his father's small-scale food factory.

"Don't worry Iqball, it's just us," Molly said, oblivious to Iqball's embarrassment nor Ballqis' herculean effort to not stare at the guy.

He's cute! Ballqis let her heart admit at least that much.

The smell of hot one dollar mocha killed the scent of vanilla. Iqball accepted the drink in the yellow styrofoam cup gratefully and pretended to really need a sip of the scalding hot beverage.

Ballqis tried to drink her cooling latte too.

"You two can surely think of something interesting," Aga suddenly pipped.

At the same time, they both spluttered. The mocha was too hot and the latte went down the wrong pipe.

"What's going on with you two?" Aga asked.

His question made Molly eyed the couple with renewed interest.

"You two already have plans, am I right?" Molly accused.

"What is it? Tell us?" Aga chipped in.

"Not at all!" Ballqis quickly denied.

"We haven't even time to discussed anything. We've been busy trying to get Aga to be on Micah's good side so that if we ride the van, Aga would not have to squeeze with us," Iqball explained to Molly.

"What's wrong with squeezing? Is the van that uncomfortable?" Molly asked innocently.

Aga was starting to get an inkling. He brushed his foot on Molly's.

"Aga!" Molly yelped.

"What did you do, Aga?" Ballqis asked, seizing the opportunity to turn the tables their way.

"Were you trying to play footsie?" Molly wondered out loud.

Aga paled. Micah's joke about Molly liking him suddenly didn't seem funny at all.

Do I like Molly? The question entered his mind so swiftly that Aga almost up and ran.

"I'm sorry, Molly. I thought it was the foot of the table," he quickly threw in an excuse.

"Oh, anyway, Balls, come on, give me something!" Once again, Molly refused to get sidetracked.

"Zoo," Iqball said without thinking through.

"Huh? Which zoo would stay open late enough? We won't have much time if we're going to stay for the matinee show till it ends," asked Aga.

"Not the animal kind. It's an underground club that offer live music every weekend. A ska band I know is playing there on the same weekend. We could catch them," Iqball suggested.

"What's the name of the band?" Molly quickly asked as she grab her phone, ready to search for more information.

"Unicorn Food," Iqball answered. He was really glad that he had been in touch with a former schoolmate whose university was located in city centre itself and gotten that information.

Molly could not contain her excitement.

"We get to club and enjoy a ska band. Iqball you're a genius. Tell me you already have showtimes and ticket prices and directions to the Zoo. Cause we're going!" she announced.

Iqball shrugged. His mate had already given the basic information. They don't even have to book as the club welcomes walk-in with a small cover charge for the band.

Molly showed everyone the club's website.

"Ooh the club even have a 'book a ride home' service. This is so cool. There's four of us so we can all fit in a single ride. Don't worry about the fare, I'll take care of it as long as you all keep me well-behaved," she promised.

"So we're doing this?" Ballqis asked apprehensive.

"I need you to, Ballqis. I've never seen a live band before. Please? Please?" Molly begged with her big saucer-like eyes.

Ballqis was about to protest when Aga spoke.

"Either we all go or none of us. We can watch out for kangaroos at the camp area at night, that would be fun too," he said, his tone semi-sad.

"Iqball?" Molly inquired expectantly.

"Ballqis..." Aga coaxed.

The duo remained silent, nursing their drink.

"Oh have some balls, Balls!"