Summary: When Scott, Paul and Conrad get together... chaos ensues.
Notes: Needed to write a bit of crack...
Bail Money
Scott walked up to his father's desk in the main living area, "Okay it's all set," he told his father. "I'm going to be spending the next couple of days in Miami, with Paul and Conrad."
Virgil who was sitting at the piano stopped playing for a moment, "Scott, did I just hear you say that you have plans with Paul and Conrad?" He asked.
"Yes, Virgil, you did hear that correctly," Scott grumbled. "Your point being?"
"Tracy Island to Thunderbird Five," Virgil called into his comm. "John do you currently have a copy of Scott's itinerary?"
"I do Virgil," John replied. "I have put in as many safe guards that I can possibly place and have the Bail Money ready to go when those safe guards ultimately fail."
"Bail Money?" Jeff asked from behind his desk. "Why would Scott need Bail Money?"
"When Scott and Paul get together it's a fifty-fifty chance someone is going to be arrested," Virgil explained. "With Conrad Lefkon thrown into the mix the odds shoot up to ninety…"
"We are not that bad…" Scott defended.
"It's usually a misunderstanding," Virgil continued, ignoring Scott. "Usually because someone is being the galant hero or a hold my beer competition going sideways…"
"We are not that bad, Virgil," Scott growled. "We didn't get in trouble last time…"
"Only because Piper was there," John cut in. "And that was because she managed to talk you and Paul down long enough for the bouncers to get rid of the guy that made a pass at her."
Scott threw his hands up in surrender and stalked from the room.
As soon as Scott cleared the area, Gordon perked up, "Anyone care to place their bets?" He asked.
Jeff facepalmed.
0o0o0
The call came in, early on a Sunday morning…
"John, I'm going to need that bail money," Scott muttered. "And a change of clothes…"
"F.A.B." John acknowledged. "What happened, and what are you wearing?"
"You think this is bad? You should see Paul and Conrad," Scott grinned, then frowned again. "We ran into some of our airforce buddies, and were having a ball of a time, until we ran into some army boys…"
John groaned, loudly, "And one thing led to another," he muttered. "And what happened to the army boys?"
"Crying in sick bay," Scott replied. "No one really got hurt, they are just putting on a show."
John facepalmed, and started to key in the Island's comm's "I send someone to pick you guys up," he told his brother and cut the call.
John then grinned evilly, "Thunderbird Five to Tracy Island," he called. "Grandma? Do you feel like a trip to Miami? Scott got himself arrested again…"