Our travelers sat in Callisto's room, resting. It had been a long day. Hudson had spent much of it trying to track down an Avocado-tofu-cucumber-bean sprout pita w/Mustard not Mayo. Apparently there was some sort of mustard shortage in Las Vegas, a coincidence Melissa assures us she knows nothing about. Meanwhile Trancer had insisted, tho Melissa told her it was not possible, on making Sand Angels. So a large part of the afternoon was spent...well let's just spare you all the visual on that one shall we. Goddess had finally started to recover from her sunburn. (It had taken Hudson and two dermatologists 45 minutes to convince Callisto to apply the Aloe.) And Melissa...well who care what the bard was doing, who is this story about anyway?
GC: (looking through a travel brochure) Hey Melissa, I didn't know there were ranches in Nevada.
HL & MM & Trancer: (blank stare)
GC: Oh. Rats. Just a bunch of chickens.
(awkward silence)
MM: So anywho...
CJ: ought-oh.
Gene: now what?
CJ: well, uh I...
JT: You should have gone before we left pissant. (lol) pissant...get it?
CJ: (blank stare) now is not the time to make me laugh Jury-boy.
Gene: (mental note: move to the other side of the box...immediately.)
Later that night in LV......
Melissa leaned back in her auditorium chair. The show Hudson picked for the evening was "The Dead Guys of Rock and Roll." Melissa was a sucker for the classics. The lights dimmed as the podium on stage began to spin. The figure seated in the center stage display sent a chill down her spine. It was Matt dressed as Roy Orbison.
HL: Say isn't that....
MM & Trancer: (holding their breath)
GC: Roy Orbison!
MM & Trancer: (phew)
HL: No, Mallboy.
MM & Trancer: (cringe)
GC: Nah, Matt wouldn't.....bard. You better not be involved in this.
MM: (gulp)
Matt: (jumps of the stage) Uh thank-you very much (sounding more like Elvis than Roy) HI SIS! (hugs Melissa)
Trancer: (backing away)
Matt: Not so fast there Triplet. (hugs Trancer) Now where's that favorite Goddess of mine?
Trancer: (I think someone's been in the henbane...)
MM: (...again.)
Trancer: (should warn him about the Goddess's sunburn?)
MM: (blank stare) (sometimes you make no sense at all Trancer)
Matt: (spotting Callisto) There she is! (hug)
Time stopped, quite literally we are afraid. Matt would catch up with the gang approximately 2 hours and 15 minutes later thanks to the combined efforts of the folks at LV Valley Medical. Family or not, Trancer was on vacation and that was that!
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