Misconception

Part 2

A/N:  Even more nutty goodness….

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"Gallows, don't you have somewhere to go?"  asked an impatient Jet, glaring at him all the while. 

The Baskar looked at him strangely, then to Clive, who immediately started waving his hands in front of him, as if to say 'Don't look at me!'.  So, he went back to Jet.  "What the hell are you talking about?  I'm sleeping in today!"  Case in point, he was still in bed. 

Angrily, Jet walked over to the nightstand, and picked up the Modified Coyote M17F that occupied it.  "You have to go to the ARMsmith's today, remember?"

Gallows, getting irritated, covered his head with his pillow.  And he remained that way until he heard a loud BANG!  Jumping out of bed, he saw his beloved shotgun bent under the weight of the hammer that Jet was holding.  

Jet calmly stated "Now you have to go to the ARMsmith, got it?"

Needing no more coercion, the big man gathered the parts of his gun and  ran out of the room.  Today they had reserved a room in Claiborne.  Jet had no intention of staying the night, claiming that their target isn't far from here, but Virginia said she was tired, so of course no one else argued with her.  Jet would have, but he realized it would've been a waste of breath.

With Gallows removed, the two men went to work.  Deftly the young treasure hunter maneuvered to the gang's luggage, looking for a suede suitcase with brown straps, while Clive approached the group's dresser.

Popping all the locks and latches, using skills he picked up over the years as a "treasure hunter" (A/N:  As in, "Thief"), Jet carefully opened the suitcase, hoping and praying that any unmentionables were buried deep and out of sight.  I'm not the perv on this team, you know, he thought to himself, for some reason.  Sorting through all the various clothing items and papers and trinkets and such, he looked as if he was having no luck.

At the dresser, Clive was opening a drawer he never thought he'd have to open.  Rummaging through its contents, he stumbled across something odd.  Well, for a team of drifters, anyway.  Lifting up the item, he called over to Jet.  "What do you make of these?" he asked, displaying the crocheting needles he had found.

Jet, a bit nervous, replied, "Must have something to do with these…"  He held up a pair of little pink booties. 

Clive grinned happily, and Jet passed out.

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I hope the boys like carrot stew, thought the team leader as she walked back to the inn from the market.  Normally, whenever they ate anything besides some form of beef, she'd have to listen to Jet complain for hours about it, but recently…   Usually when it's my turn to cook, we never have meat, and I've cooked a lot recently…so why hasn't Jet said anything?  A bit puzzled by her own query, she stopped for a bit.  Realizing that it probably is for the best, she reapplied her happy demeanor and kept on walking.

What she didn't expect, of course, was to see a ladder up against the window of their room.  From her angle, she couldn't tell who was on it, though.  She quickened her pace a bit, hoping to catch whomever it was.

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A loud bang on the window brought Jet back to consciousness.   Glancing towards it, he could see Gallows big mug looking back at him.  Quickly the boy looked around, hoping that Clive had cleaned up at some point, and to his relief, everything was in order.  So, as nonchalantly as possible, he walked over to the window, and opened it.  With a light nudge, Gallows disappeared from view.  All was good until he heard a woman scream down below.

He stuck his head out the window to get good look at the situation, and found a priceless scenario.  Virginia was clubbing the big man with a sack of potatoes, screaming "Hentai!" and "Pervert" and other such things.

By the end of the night, however, Gallows had convinced the party leader that he wasn't doing anything lecherous, and the team sat down for carrot stew.   Looking at his bowl, Jet's eye twitced.

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A/N  Do yourselves a favor.   If you are writing something humorous, don't listen to One-Winged Angel the whole time.

meteor9's Stunt Double:  It clashes with the funny vibe, ya know?

Oh, and don't switch to The Birth of God right after, either, no matter how similar to SOM2 it sounds… wait, that had nothing to do with…. oh never mind…

meteor9's Stunt Double:  I don't get it, ya know?

Locke:  Treasure Hunter, god damnit!

Thief…

Locke:  TREASURE HUNTER!!!

I.e. 'Thief'

Locke:  Stabs meteor9