Authors Notes: Hey guys, sorry for the delay... I've been sick with a stupid cold and Drowsy is swamped with work related stuff. This story is almost done (well it's done but almost done being posted) And we've got an interesting plot up next that covers Christmas. Anyhow on with the show and hoped all of our American readers enjoyed a good Thanksgiving and that those of you were crazy enough to do Black Friday made it out okay.

Now then on with the show!

Face relaxed on the bed again, running a hand through his hair. "D'you think it's gonna get any cooler this evening? I am not a shorts person, but I may have to break some out if this heat doesn't break me first."

"Doubtful, you've also got to take the humidity into mind." Charissa explained moving to the window to look out, her features focused as she looked out, "And you wear swim trunks and look just fine…" She commented, glancing towards him.

B.A. himself was just fine in his jeans and very muted Hawaiian shirt. It was as dressed up as he was going to ever get, "I'd offer to let you borrow a pair of khakis but you'd drown in'em."

"Har har. Very funny." Face shot him a dry look then back to Charissa. "The swim trunks are made to look a certain way when wet, though, and on a beach relaxing in a towel shirtless is one thing. Shorts and a t-shirt, not so much." he made a face.

Murdock came out of the bathroom swinging, one of Charissa's hairbrushes in his hand as a microphone.

"Well I wouldn't object to you-" Anything else Charissa was going to say was forgotten as Murdock emerged and she smiled, "Perfect." She clapped her hands together and turned fully away from the window.

B.A. laughed, "You've got it down man, if they were giving out prizes you'd win hands down."

Murdock laughed. "I hope I win!"

Face looked at the poster again. "Hmm, it's in the ballroom of this hotel, so we don't have far to go. We can wait a little longer before we head - "

"I want to go now!"

"Okay, okay we can go." Charissa promised, stepping in to take charge of the moment, "We can get better seats if we're early, Face." She gave him a look to say it won't hurt to be early.

B.A. stood, he was ready to go, "Yeah, we wanna be right up front and show our Crazy Man support." He stated firmly, "Plus that way we can keep the groupies in check." He gave Murdock a knowing wink.

Murdock grinned back, though it was a little wary. As they headed down in the elevator, he kept checking his sunglasses and eyebrows in the mirror. He fretted. He fussed. He fixed the small white tie at his collar.

"You look fine. Relax." Face suggested, patting the pilot on the shoulder. "Come on. I'm sure you'll have more fun than anyone."

Charissa helped in assuring Murdock as well while keeping B.A. from teasing him too much and making him any more nervous, "Yes, you look spectacular, Murdock. You'll do just fine." She smiled and then gave him a small friendly peck on the cheek, "For good luck."

B.A. behaved himself, but he really wanted to ruffle the man's feathers, but he knew better, "Yeah, break a leg or whatever it is you say for good luck in show biz." He added, but he really wanted to see the Crazy Man sweat just a little more, "Just don't freak out if someone swoons." That earned him an elbow to the ribs from Sosa.

"Bosco…"

"Sorry! Geez."

Murdock headed backstage to see the other impersonators and get ready, while Face snagged them some seats. He couldn't talk them into the front row, or even the second - they were in the third row, behind two full rows of middle-aged women who had stars in their eyes and were talking as though they were about to see the real thing.

Face shot Charissa a nervous glance. "Maybe Murdock was right about this."

"They're old ladies… how bad can they get?" She whispered back, settling into her seat as she eyed the first two rows curiously.

B.A. wasn't so sure about this either, but he kept his reservations to himself for the most part, "He'll be alright." But he didn't sound so sure of it either.

The house lights dimmed and the show went on. Most of the performers were all right, but at best they got lukewarm applause. Murdock strode on-stage and went all-out, and not only got a standing ovation for his rendition of "Are You Lonesome To-Night", but got called back for an encore. He decided to do "Hound Dog" after all, and got many catcalls for that.

Charissa was a little taken back by the old women that made up the entire first two rows. The moment the music started it seemed like all of them de-aged about twenty years or so. They were clapping, catcalling, whistling and carrying on like she might at a rock concert. She gave a glance to Face and then looked back at the stage as Murdock wrapped up his encore, "We better…" She pointed to the nearest exit, "before they do…"

B.A. was already ahead of her and was moving towards the backstage, "Crazy old women." He muttered shaking his head as he hurried to make sure his friend remained out of harm's way.

Murdock made his way off the stage to the back, half-hiding and waiting for his friends to come and find him. He was eventually found by B.A., and was very glad to be so. "I gotta get outta here, Bosco, they're givin' me the eye and I'm scared!"

B.A. nodded, "No kiddin… crazy." He shook his head slowly, "Stay behind me and I'll get you outta here." He promised and eyed the door, moving towards it and making sure to block Murdock from view at all times.

Charissa stayed put as the house lights came up and the crowd stood and began to disperse. She watched the two rows in front of them as they scooted off for the door that led to the stage, "They know that he was just impersonating right? I mean he was good, better than the rest but…" She questioned glancing to Face.

"I have a bad feeling about this." Face shook his head. "I hope B.A. found him in time..."

"THERE HE IS!"

A screech of voices, multiple screams of delight, and Murdock came charging out of the backstage door, arms out in front of him, an expression of sheer panic on his face that Face had never seen, not even when they were in danger of being killed by some rogue agent.

"Not good." Charissa was standing then and watching the insanity unfold.

"Crazy fool! I told you to stay behind me!" B.A. came out after him, but lost track of him as the elderly women and a few younger ones as well kept him from getting anywhere near his friend.

"We better do something." She moved towards the crowd and began to work her way into it, no one paid her any mind as she tried to get closer to Murdock, "If only I had a gun… I'd clear this room real quick." She muttered.

Face nodded. "I think we should get him out of here..." he ran towards them, top speed, hand inside his jacket, wishing he had a weapon. "Come on!"

Murdock changed direction and attempted to run alongside Face as B.A. caught up and Charissa led them out of the building.

"I really dislike my own gender sometimes." She muttered once they were free and outside, "And what is it with old women and too much perfume?" She inhaled the fresh air like she had been drowning.

B.A. frowned and looked around slowly, "We gotta get him out of that get up and dye his hair back to normal."

"He dyed his hair black B.A. He'll have to let it fade before he can do that." Charissa exclaimed, "He'll just have to keep his cap on at all times."

Murdock was still nervous. "I gotta get outta this suit!" he complained, pulling at the collar.

Face shook his head. "Don't want them to see you stripping down out here, man, they'll jump on you and we won't be able to fight all of them off."

"Now you'll have someone to sympathize with you Face. You an' Murdock can start all y'alls own support group." He said with a chuckle, "Best vacation ever."

"Okay, B.A. you go ahead and make sure it's clear, Face stick with Murdock and I'll bring up the rear." Charissa decided and glanced back, "Let's go before they start filing out."

Poor Murdock lol.

Hope you guys are enjoying this small story and heads up the ranting will be changing soonish.

We luff you all. :D