Just Gotta Get Out
A puzzled look took over Gazz's face. "I thought you were pissed 'cos you were arrested for being a 'potential rebel'?"
Scara's grin got wider. "Nah, I was just pissed for getting arrested. So, how about we get out?"
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here..."Yeah, sure, s-sounds good...But how are we gonna escape?"
"Oh, I thought we'd ask Khashoggi real politely if he would let us go and join the rebels," Scaramouche glared. "What do you THINK, Gazz?...come on, help me find an open window..."
Oh, sure...everything is always your great idea. You're the reason I got arrested anyway.
After about five minutes of looking (not to mention avoiding Scara), Galileo found a window that wasn't locked. "Hey, over here...we should be able to fit through this one." All of us except your mouth.
Scaramouche walked towards the window. "You first, I need something soft to land on." Excuse me?
"Women and children first," retorted Gazz, trying to push her out. Finally she twisted free and jumped on her own, with Gazz falling after.
"OW! God dammit, Gazz, can't you aim?" Scara rolled out from under him.
"Um no, not really." Okay, maybe I could've said something better there.
Instead of glaring, Scaramouche actually laughed. "Come on, we gotta get away before they notice we're gone."
"My God, Scaramouche, did you just say something WITHOUT sarcasm?"
Scaramouche stopped dead on time. "Who the hell is Scaramouche?" Oh shit.
Blushing, Gazz shrugged. "I don't know, it's from one of my dreams and I thought it would suit you."
"People will call me Scary Bush."
"No, they won't. Besides, it's better than the other names that I've dreamed."
"Oh really? And what would those names be?" Although she wouldn't admit it, Scaramouche was actually starting to like the name. Hell, it's better than "Samantha", she thought to herself.
"Long Tall Sally, Honky Tonk Woman, Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, and Fat Bottomed Girl," Gazz stopped before he could say any others. Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned the last one...oh well, it'll make her like "Scaramouche" better.
"Are you tryin' to tell me something?" I knew it.
"What? No..."
"You better not be...Fine. I'll keep Scaramouche," she paused. "But if someone calls me 'Scary Bush' I'll kill ya."
Scaramouche went nearer to Gazz. Her, being shorter, looked up as he looked down. What the hell is she doing? Abandoning the question (quite happily, I must say), he opened his eyes to see what was going on when he saw her grinning like a Cheshire cat, two inches away from his face. Her eyes, which weren't closed at all, started to droop downwards. Just as they were going to make "contact", the sound of a siren came blaring through all the streets.
"Damn--I-I mean, m-maybe we should go and continue later?" Idiot, idiot, idiot! Don't wanna be an American Idiot...
"Best offer I've had all week," Scara rolled her eyes.
Another voice came from behind a parked van. "Let's get 'em!"