"Would you like to dance?" he asked. Trowa immediately blushed, but accepted his hand anyway. As he rose from the table, he didn't notice Quatre slip something from under his poncho and jab him in the butt with it.
"YEOWCH!" Trowa exclaimed, jumping off the floor and into Heero's arms.
//Wow, my powerful charisma and fantastic charm must be working!// Heero thought. //All those cotillion classes with High Angel Zechs must be working!//
Trowa winced in pain; looking at Heero's satisfied face, he furrowed his brow and jumped back on the floor. "Did YOU pinch my ass?"
Heero looked confused. "No, but I can oblige!"
Trowa turned toward Quatre and Duo who sat snickering behind Duo's guitar. They immediately began a song as they felt Trowa's gaze upon them.
"Trowa bowa bo bowa banana fanna fo fowa..." Quatre squeaked. Duo stopped playing the guitar altogether and settled for banging on the top of the guitar with his head.
The problem with this was, his wig fell off and onto the floor, and he didn't even notice.
The craziness, confusion, and sheer ridiculousness of the situation caused the other customers of the shop to leave the premises immediately.
As Quatre continued to sing as beautifully as nails on a chalkboard, and Duo played as lovely as a hippopotamus on the banjo, Trowa picked up Duo's fallen wig with his index and thumb and held it out in front of him like it was a squashed bug. Better yet, a live one. With many many legs.
Trowa cleared his throat.
"Erm...is this...yours?"
End of Pt. 10
Oooookiedokie! <rings Maynard's annoying bell>
Neeeext!
Love, hearts, and money,
Lyric
(:./babaca/rr10)
