I do not own any of these characters. I am very un-original. Booh.
Dylan had an idea. "Uh, hey.", she said putting on an innocent act. She shuffled her feet as
she walked into the room, head lowered, red hair sweeping over her eyes as a childs would.
"What do you want?", the Thin Man asked as he combed through damp hair frowing and
grimicing as he ran through knots. "Well, uh,", Dylan did not expect hostility from him, not now
at least. "I heard that Mary Ortiz was heading to Las Vegas." He turned around abruptly,
eyes glistening with excitement and pehaps anger, making Dylan jump. "Jeez, don't do...",
she started. The Thin Man started to pack his worn leather bag that he had snatched from
under Bosley's bed. "Hey wait," Dylan said walking to his side, frowning, red lips hanging
open "You are not going after this woman without us." "You'll mess everything up.", he
snarled at her, bristling at the thought that thissilly girl was telling him what to do. Dylan
swiped her leg into the back of his knees in a kick, and he fell back with a yelp, and hit the
floor with a deafening thud. "Like hell I'm not.", Dylan said goose-stepping out of the room.
The Thin Man groaned, eyes shut tight as she told Natalie and Alex to pack their bags
because, "We're going to VEGAS!" The Thin Man turned onto his stomach, glaring at the
spot where Dylan was standing, got up and did a loose-limbed run into the other room.
"We're going to VEGAS?!", asked Alex, stars in her eyes. "Uh...", the Thin Man wished that
Alex wasn't so damn beautiful, it was confusing him. It would have been a hell of a lot easier
to say no. Heck, he would have jumped off of a building for her. "Yes?", he squeaked, trying
to at least give a faint lopsided grin. Alex had to giggle, he looked cute and incredibly goofy
at the same time. Meanwhile the Thin Man was mentally kicking himself in the head not sure if
that answer was correct', although the ever so slight playful crease at his sky blue eyes
would make one asume diferently. "YES!", Natalie and Alex yelled. They inter-locked their
arms and did a hillbilly hoe down dance while singing, "WE'RE GOING TO VEGAS,
WE'RE GOING TO VEGAS!" "Thanks so much Creepy Thin Man!", Natalie said, grin as
wide as the Grand Canyon but three times as beautiful. She threw her arms around him in a
hug. He caught a whiff of her hair and he was in heaven. She must have been using cotton
candy scented shampoo. She released him and said, "I'm going to pack!" She turned
around and the Thin Man decided to try his luck and swiped at her hair. But she was too fast
and bounced out of the room, lightning speed. He slumped back in a chair, rubbing his
temples and decided that they were the enemy, and he repeated that phrase over and
over in his mind. But subconsciously, he was really trying to convince himself that HE wasn't
the enemy.