A/N: Okay, I'm back. This one took a little longer then usual. But it was fun to write. Does Alex seem like a slut? If she does, perfect! Anyways, here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

Flamer(s): You do realize that I'm not forcing you to read this, don't you? If you don't, your life must really be pointless. And besides, by reviewing you make people think that more people like my fics, making them want to read it even more! So thanks!

Disclaimer: I own the plot, the "ditzy" girls, and nothing else.

Fowl Manner, 10:00am, Next day

Artemis walked into the guest room for the third day in a row. He wasnt really sure what to expect, but when he walked in he was relieved to see that the chair was gone. In fact, there wasn't anything in the center of the room.

Alex was sitting in front of a CD player and flipping through a collection of CDs. Tiff and Genny were busy reading magazines.

"There's a Simple Plan concert in the U.S. next weekend." Tiff murmured.

"Oh, we should go!" Genny said.

Alex laughed bitterly. "Yeah, like my parents will let me go to the U. S.! They don't let me doing anything anymore! Not sense..." She looked up abruptly and noticed Artemis. "Hello Artemis!"

Genny and Tiff looked up and threw their magazines on their beds.

Alex selected a CD and placed it in the player, then she walked over, grabbed Artemis's arm and pulled him into the center of the room. "Tiff, your up."

"Might I ask what today's test is?"

Genny jumped to her feet and adopted the flight-attendant's voice again. "Welcome to day three of your Hottie Training. Today we will be working on dancing. You will take turns dancing with the three of us, seeing as each of us only knows a few dance types. Um...what kinds of dancing do you know?"

Artemis thought. "I can waltz."

"Anything else?"

"No."

Genny blinked. "This is going to take a while. Okay, Tiff, your first."

Tiff walked forward and grabbed Artemis' hand. "Okay. I'm going to teach you salsa. Got it?"

Artemis thought about it for a moment and decided it would be best to comply. "Very well, what do I have to do?"

"Just follow my lead, alright?"

"Um...okay."

Genny pressed the play button, and a song came on. He recognized it as Quiero by Jerry Rivera. (A/N: Don't ask.)

Tiff put his hand on her hip, put her own hand on his shoulder, and they began. He wasnt all that bad. He followed her movements, and soon he was dancing to the music. It was a rather nice feeling. Salsa...

-Two minutes later-

"OW! You moron! That was my foot!"

"I apologize, Miss Tiffa-Miss Tiff."

"OW! You did it again!"

"I'm sorry!"

"OW! OW!" She let go of him and gave him a shove, making him collide with the wall.

"Alright, lets try something else." Alex said quickly.

"Okay. Lets do tango."

"Who teaches that?"

"Tiff."

"Oh no! I'm not teaching him again. And you know what? I think he needs to be taught a lesson." She stomped over to her duffle bag, pulled her gun out of it, aimed, and fired it straight at Artemis.

A/N: Ha! I know, I'm evil arent I? You'll find out what happens when I update. Which I will try to do very soon.