"Which way to the showers?" Elle demanded as she stormed up to one of the MiB Hollywood agents dragging X behind her by the ear.
"We don't have them set up. Try back tommorrow," the man informed them before turning back to his cell phone conversation over the rights to the movie based on some Stephen King novel.
"You hear him. No showers! Let go of my ear!" X cried. Honestly! He felt just like a little boy being dragged to the bath by his mommy. Now that he thought back, he remembered that experience like it was only yesterday. Then he remembered when his mother did that last, right before he left his home planet to join MiB. She had even held him down and scrubbed his ears so he would look nice and neat for his new friends. He really hoped Elle never ever met his mother.
"No way! You are not setting foot in that tent without a bath!" Elle tapped the agent on the shoulder to get his attention. "Where are the towels?"
"Over there. Two sets per tent," he said as he pointed to another agent and went back to talking as Elle stormed down the beach dragging X.
"Okay," Elle said after she had snatched some towels and drug X to the edge of the water. "Get out of those clothes and get in there."
"What?" X murmured as he stared at the water. It looked very very deep and he wasn't the best swimmer, not that he would let Elle know that! "I'm not bathing in the ocean!"
"Then you're sleeping outside! Now hand over those clothes and get in there! I don't have all day!" Elle said as she glared angrily at him. After a moment of looking at his partner, X decided possible drowning was the better option and quickly stripped down to his boxers, took the soap from Elle and waded into the water. "And don't forget to wash behind those ears! I want to smell nice clean alien when you're done!"