“Quit all the fussing, you spoiled prima
donnas, and get dressed,” Stefanie yelled, sticking her head in the
office door as she walked by. “I have a show to put on. You’ll be
fighting these two goons in just a couple of minutes.”
She was no sooner near the room than she was
gone.
“Wait. We’re fighting them?” Anytime asked
Sexy.
“I guess so,” Sexy answered, shrugging his
shoulders. “There’s a whole lot of other stuff I’d rather be doing
with those two.”
“Fucking gold lamè,” Logan said, shaking his
head again, and then he looked at Sexy and Anytime. “I hope you two
have equally tasteless outfits. This shit is like the stuff that
sits on the rack in Vegas thrift stores that no one buys.”
“We won’t have outfits,” Anytime said.
“We fight as sharks, in the buff,” Sexy said,
doing a little body shake as he spoke.
Logan shook his head again, but this time, I
knew he wasn’t wondering why we were to going to be wearing these