Chapter 37: GI Vice, Part 2

"We look like a padre of absolute ponces." Snake Eyes lamented as he adjusted his sunglasses, surveying his cohorts as he did so.

"Well, it wasn't my idea to buy a pink blazer, now was what?" Flint retorted as he fidgeted with his suit jacket's collar.

Snake Eyes was silent as he lowered his sunglasses, giving Flint a good look at his cybereyes.

"So, anybody want to hit the clubs?" Ace asked.

"Might as well." Scarlett replied.

THE DEVIL'S DUE LOUNGE- A FEW HOURS LATER:

Flint returned to the Joes' table with a fresh round of drinks.

"Where're Ace and Snake Eyes?" he whispered.

"Saw some chicks a few minutes ago. Probably trying to pick them up."

Flint nodded.

"Anything of note?"

"One of them had green hair-"

Flint's jaw dropped.

"Hey, babydoll." Ace crooned as he walked up to his mark.

The green-haired woman turned and faced the Joes' pilot.

"What's your game, bud?"

"Want me to buy you a drink?"

The woman smirked.

"Yeah. I'll take a glass of retsina."

"So, what's the plan?" Scarlett asked in hushed tones as she finished her whiskey sour.

"We meet our guy in the MPD tomorrow. His name's Philip "Chuckles" Provost, and he's going to set us up with our fake identities." Flint replied, nursing a mint julep.

"Just tell our lost ones that plan when they get back." Cover Girl added.

"So, I never got your name." Ace piped up as he finished his second martini.

"You live under a rock or something?"

"Kind of- wait a sec. Aren't you with the Mis- oh yeah! You're Pizzazz!"

Pizzazz set down her wineglass.

"You got me. If you want tickets to our gig here, you're barking up the wrong tree."

"Maybe I don't want to get into the concert. Maybe I want to have a private jam session, if you know what I mean."

Pizzazz studied the man who had just propositioned her and smirked.

"Deal. Now, what's your name?"

"Brad J. Armbuster. Now, where do you want to-"

"Where're you staying?"

"Fontainebleau. And you?"

"Same hotel. Meet me at 10."

"WAR! Huh! Good God, y'all! What is it good for?! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!" Snake Eyes drunkenly sang.

As if on cue, a young woman with electric blue hair walked up to the blitzed ninja.

"You want to keep it down? Some of us are trying to have a good time!"

"Anata wa shizukani suru koto wa dekimasu ka? Watashi wa anata o kiku koto wa dekimasen!"

"Shǎguā." came the response.

"You little b-"

"Aja! Where's my drink?!"

"Coming, J!"

SOME TIME LATER:

"YES! YES! OH, YOU'RE MAKING IT FEEL SO GOOD LIKE A YOUNG GIRL SHOULD!" Pizzazz cried out.

In the Joes' suite, Flint buried his head under a pillow.

"Oh, Dashell…"

Flint turned around and saw Lady Jaye standing in a set of lacy lingerie.

"Alison, I'm not in the mood right now. Not when I have to hear Ace and that shrill shrieking banshee he picked up at the club from the next suite over."

"Well, how was it?" Ace asked as he rolled off Pizzazz.

The green-haired Misfit smirked as she reached for a flask of retsina.

"Pretty damn good." she answered.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Why yes, Ace and Pizzazz did just have a fling with each other. They're my new official crack pairing. And why yes, the Holograms and Misfits are going to play a bit of role in this arc. I figured that with all the times they've gotten caught up in whatever COBRA's latest scheme is, they deserved to show up here in a bit more of an active role. And as for chronology, this takes place between the "Cry Cobra" and "Alone Again" arcs of Musical Illusionists.

Also, you get bonus points if you translate Snake Eyes's and Aja's lines.