Face was wandering down the streets of Dallas, Texas. He wasn't quite sure how we had wound up in Texas. All he knew was it was hot and he was tired.
But more importantly, he was bored.
That was a foreign word to Face, not ever having been bored before. It hardly sounded appropriate at the moment, but it was only word that came to Face's mind.
Hannibal was in a whole other state, Arkansas to be exact, meeting with someone Face couldn't remember for the life of him. He supposed it had something to do with their next mission.
B.A. deicided that since they were all getting a short break, only consisting of two weeks, he might as well go back and visit his mother.
Murdock was shipped back to the nearest mental hospital.
And now Face was wandering alone, wondering who the next girl would be in his life. He was picking them out with his eyes, numbering them on a scale.
"Excuse me?" A brunette definetely on the nine range asked, her tone annoyed. Face stopped, grinning his award-winning smile.
"Well, hello. How can I help you, darling?" He asked smoothly.
She raised her eyebrows, looking suprised. "You seriously think I'm interested, pretty boy?"
Face tilted his head, his eyes narrowing. "Pardon me, miss. My bad." She smirked and started to go on when she suddenly halted again, staring at something up the road. "Wow." Face could hear her murmering.
He searched for the sudden aweness, and only saw a huge, sleek motorcycle going over the limit as it sped towards them. It was defienetly an amazing bike, Face wondered if he should get his hands on one. Maybe this girl would think more highly of him.
Face turned, going to walk off, when the motorcycle sped by and something hit him in the back of the head. He turned sharply, rubbing the back of his head and looking at the ground, only to find a rock.
"Jerk." He muttered, snatching up the rock. It was a decent sized rock and it had black shapie on it. Face was about to chuck it to the side when he caught some letters and held it closer, trying to make it out.
"Tag! You're it!"
"What?" Face turned it over, and over. Nothing else was written and he was hearing the motorcycle coming back up the road, ovbiously after him.
He started towards it and the driver rasied a hand, giving him a wave. Face ignored him and picked his pace up a little bit. He glanced back and saw the bike make an illegal U-turn and head back for him. The conman sighed loudly and turned himself around, watching as the motorcycle passed again.
This last time, Face made it into a deserted road before the cycle came to a screeching halt right in front of him. Face glared at the driver and tried to go around, but the bike edged forwards so he couldn't pass.
"What!" Face burst, throwing his arms out.
The driver put a leg down and spoke through his helmet. "You look bored, Faceguy."
When he spoke, Face groaned and shook his head, already knowing. "Oh my God, how did you get here?"
The driver pulled his helmet off and ran a gloved hand through his shaggy hair, grinning crookedly. "I jumped out a window and snatched one of the Doctor's bikes. Pretty good one, I think so."
Face lifted his eyebrows. "How'd you get the keys? Or...did you use a defibrillator again?" He asked jokingly.
Murdock snorted, dangling the keys in his face. "Idiot left 'em in the ignition. See, he wasn't actually working today, just running in to pick something up." The pilot looked smug. "Apparently didn't think someone'd steal it."
They laughed lightly, Face seeing that maniac gleam in Murdock's brown eyes, completely forgetting his boredum. "Well then. How about we take a ride?"
Murdock nodded in agreement, scooting forwards to allow room for Face. The conman threw his leg over the bike and pulled himself on, putting both hands on Murdock's shoulders. Only to remember something, he rapped the side of Murdock's head with his knuckles before the pilot lifted his helmet up. "Tag. You're it."
Murdock laughed loudly and slid the helmet over his head, revving the engine. Then he put his fot down and the bike shot forwards, but not before Murdock managed to pop a wheelie with a loud, "Woohoo!"
They went out into the open areas of Texas, cruising along faster than Face cared to know, Murdock ovbiously enjoying being freed from his cramped room.
"Where to, partner?" Murdock's voice came muffled form the helmet.
Face leaned back and placed his hands on the handles on the sides of the seat. "Anywhere!"
Murdock didn't reply back, kicking the bike forwards and letting out a maniac laugh and Face wondered if he was getting enough oxygen in that helmet.
Later
It was two hours later when Murdock brought the bike to a halt in front Face's temporary hotel. After he had kicked the stand down, Face lowered himself onto slightly wobbly legs, stretching his arms in front of him.
Murdock set the helmet down on the seat and pulled the gloves off, leaning against the bike. Face took notice of the Converse high tops and Murdock's brown Aviator jacket, wondering how he had missed that at first.
A few bypassing people were goggling the huge bike, a few clearly itching to come take a closer look.
Murdock crossed his arms across his chest, looking thoughtfully at his friend. "We should go somewhere. Somewhere fun!"
"Where?" Face snorted, not as serious.
Murdock caught Face's tone and threw his arms up. "Oh come on! We've got three weeks to do anything! And I'm not spending a whole three weeks in that boring mental hospital, no way Jose!"
Face laughed and shook his head. "Right. And where did you have in mind?"
"Hawaii...Jamaica...Bahamas...London-"
"-Not out of this country." Face set, knowing his had to draw the line now before Murdock went farther across the globe. The pilot pouted. "Aww where's your sense of adventure? Don't be boring!"
Now Face was starting to really think about this. He considered Jamaica...that'd be ncie and warm. But Hawaii would be easier since it was in the US and they wouldn't have to go through all those procedures at the airports right now.
"Alright. You know what, let's go to Hawaii." Face agreed, grinning as the eager pilot let out another lout "Whoop" and jumped high in the air, punching it with his fist.
"Let's go!" He shouted, sprinting towards the hotel to grab Face's bag. The conman followed behind a little more slowly, actually looking forward to going to Hawaii.
