Proposal
Teatime in the NeoNevada Gardens Inn. Two companions, seated, sipping Ceylon tea in the deserted common room. Two strides, one long and one short, echoing with purpose down opposite hallways – ever closer.
Vash blanched. "They found out," he said, and bolted.
Meryl and Wolfwood stood in the doorways, fuming.
"You!"
"You!"
"Short, pushy, frustrated, nosy little pest – "
"Chest-baring Bible-quoting manwhore – "
In unison: "Keep your damn hands off of Vash!"
Skip a beat, teacup down. "There is another option," Milly suggested.
Meryl glared. "He finds some baby oil?"
Wolfwood scowled. "She buys a vibrator?"
Milly smiled. "We all swing."