"This so totally sucks."
Piper leaned against the wall of Aerrow's demolished room, watching Stork patch things up diligently with his welding gun. He flipped the lid of his helmet up and grimaced. "The Dark Ace is in love with you, Piper. 'Sucks' would be an understatement."
"Point taken." The doors slid open, and in stepped Eros, busy talking on what looked like a tiny radio.
"Yeah, hon...I can't come home tonight...Official business, afraid I can't divulge-What do you mean, 'The cat died'?...Oh. Yes, dear. Yes, dear. Ye-Okay, dear. Bye." He hung up, then slapped his forehead with his free hand. "Why, oh, why did I get married...?"
"Because you loved her?" Piper suggested. Eros grinned.
"Yeah, probably."
Venus burst into the room, trailing a drooling Finn and a bitter Aerrow. She pointed at Piper. "Good news!" she proclaimed. "Piper, dear, don't go near your prisoner for a while. Keep your face from entering his line of vision. He'll go haywire if he sees you."
"Oh, yeah, greeeeat news..."
Venus sighed. "Well, Eros and I must be off. But we promise to return tomorrow."
"What kind of promise is this? The 'I promise nothing's going to go wrong and then everything goes wrong!' one, or the kind that you might actually go through with?" Piper growled, seething.
"The latter, dear. Eros!"
"Yeah, mum."
"We're off, darling. Toodles!" And before anyone could object, Venus snapped her fingers, and she and her delinquent of a son were gone.
Piper stormed to her room and fell into bed.
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A/N: Obviously, Venus doesn't know the meaning of the word, "COMMITMENT."