"So, Sunshine-Beams: we just crashed. Have anything positive to say about that?" My sarcastic remark rings painfully in the air, but Louis takes it without flinching.

Instead, his face contorts into a grimace as he lays eyes upon the mangled chopper pilot, and coughs, "Yeah that's funny Francis, why don't you take your little mustache and your vest and find yourself a parade?"

Zoey stifles a shrill giggle that found its way up her throat. I frown and inspect my apparel.

"I don't see what's wrong with vests." My confused frown obviously amuses my 'friend', for his hysterical laughter is mixed into the air with Zoey and Bill's. I couldn't help but grin, if not a bit forced.

It's hard to hate a good sense of humor. Takes balls of steel to say what he just said.