Ok, it's my turn again, and this week I think we should all have a..... Prize for keeping these threads going for so long Have fun folks!

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If this situation wasn't causing headaches before...

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My goodness, Redbird! If I didn't know any better, I'd swear you had a naughty side!

Heheh

KT -- hmmm... this is interesting. I never thought of Joe making money out of his races, but, of course, it makes sense. I think it's a fanon convention that Ken is the one who is broke, right? Joe would've made enough to live it up in style

EW -- Finally someone with sense shows up! Jun will clean up for the boys, again. Great cliffhanger, by the way!

Thanks, DT!

EW, I'm glad the SNT are finally showing what they are made of! KT, I'm impressed how the Chief is handling this in such a levelheaded manner. I have to wonder, though, at what the consequences will be for the SNT after all of this. If Galactor knows who they are, they can kiss their civilian identities goodbye.

"What in the world?" Ryu doubled over laughing as Jinpei entered the room wearing a powder blue suit with a ruffled shirt, his hair slicked back with at least a kilo of gel, to tames its usual flyaway strands. "It seems some people don't know how to clean themselves up." Jinpei sniffed. "What's going on, Jinpei?' Jun giggled. "Are you going to a disco contest?" "An ugly girl like you just wouldn't understand." Jinpei replied calmly. "I don't know how you'll ever catch a husband. You can't even cook!" "Well you're no prize yourself, bug boy!" Jun shot back. "But I have a date." Jinpei smirked. "I don't think you can say that." The speed with which The White Shadow departed the room was nearly beyond comprehension. "Perhaps not," Joe noted calmly, from his place in the corner, "but I suspect Dr. Nambu won't be happy with someone who gets a call and isn't in uniform." "Fine." Jinpei grumbled, stoping back up the stairs, causing pieces of product-heavy hair to begin bouncing. "Seems a guy can't get a break around here."

Oh, poor Jinpei! His Saturday Night Fever was broken before he could show what a disco king he could be! (Though we should probably be glad he didn't have his shirt unbuttoned halfway down to show off a shag carpet he'd use to convince people he had a macho, hairy chest!))

Ahh poor Jinpei! Do you think the numbered shirts are worse than the suit? Hmmm....

Originally posted by Redbird Ahh poor Jinpei! Do you think the numbered shirts are worse than the suit? Hmmm....

WHAT? WHAT?? ...I'M SORRY, RB, I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER JINPEI'S SUIT!

EW - So were is Joe while the Swan and Swallow are Taking Anna down? Still chained naked to the bed? TJ - I feel for Jinpei too, he tries so hard, yet just gets mocked by the others for all his effort.

Originally posted by KT1972 EW - So were is Joe while the Swan and Swallow are Taking Anna down? Still chained naked to the bed?

You'll see (so to speak!)

KT- so Joe is going to be bait. This could get interesting. EW- I hope Jun holds it over the guys' heads for a while. Maybe now they'll get some answers about what happened. TJ- now Jinpei will out his civies on under the suit!

KT: Joe must be worried for her safety to willingly give out that information, he's probably relieved to be stationed there to watch over her. And it's totally understandable that Hakase's in a bad mood! EW: Oopsies! Party's over! DT: I'd think that Joe would be hindered in how much he could make from racing by how many races he has to miss or pull out of. His erratic behaviour would certainly limit his sponsors. TJ: LOL on how fast Ken vanished ... poor Jinpei, he could always wear his uniform under his date clothes, as uncomfortable as that would be

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Joe, you gotta watch those blows to your poor noggin'! LOL. So Ken gets to train with everyone on the team? After Adam's quip, I can't wait until Ken is strong enough to beat him to a pulp. I do like Ken's passion here, telling Joe that he's going to work everyone harder than they're ever worked before. Ballet huh? Ballet is tough. I have to say when I think of power and grace in relation to the team, I can totally see Nambu making Ken take the class. And nope, CW--I don't think this sounded like a romance novel. Good work!

Phew, thanks! Some people have had the team have a past in ballet for that reason, but I couldn't help using it as a threat, here. I had a friend whose parents put her in it as a child because she was a tiny little klutz and they were afraid she was going to kill herself if she didn't learn some balance.

I can't wait to see Adam and Ken's sparring session too, I doubt either of them is going to go easy on the other. As for 'romance novel' it's not overly so, but what bit you've added feels relevant to me.

I can understand Ken's fear. Joe's going to have a rough time with him as Ken becomes a better fighter and spars with Joe more. What's Adam going to do? Maybe he'll get Joe down and tickle the crap out of him.

Originally posted by Becky Rock Maybe he'll get Joe down and tickle the crap out of him.

You know, that COULD be bad -- just think how Joe would feel if he was tickled until a puddle formed beneath him!

Man anyone who tickled Joe that badly with witnesses might not live to see another day.

Of course, he'd have to be ticklish.

This stems from #118 (Forgot), #120 (Allowance), #121.2 (Hang), #130 (Book), #124 (Awesome), #138 (Pallid), #132 (Confession), and #136(Splattered). ******************************* Prompt #131 Prize: Later that evening: Around 11:00 at night Ken stood outside the Snack J, staring in though the front windows, hands jammed into his pockets. The lights were still on but it was empty of patrons. He could see Joe sitting at the bar, his head down on the counter. He yanked open the door, letting cold, crisp air inside. "Rough night huh?" Ken asked, fighting to hold back a smile as he unwound the scarf from about his neck. His second looked like absolute shit. At the sound of his voice, Joe lifted his head from the pillow of his arms. Even from the doorway Ken could tell his eyes were bloodshot. "Man, all this over a joke..." he mumbled, cocking up one arm and leaning on his hand. Ken shrugged out of his coat and tossed it over one of the nearby tables, and went to sit in his usual spot. Joe watched as he slid onto the stool and set his clasped hands on the counter. As he did so, Joe caught the faintest twitch of an expression cross his features. So slight, that if you didn't know Ken, you wouldn't have noticed it. Joe pale eyes narrowed. "What?" "You need a shower." Ken told him bluntly. "Badly." "No shit..." "And you might want to seriously think about burning your clothes....." Joe shot him a baleful look, for he was too tired to do a full on Condor Stare. He really didn't want to kick someone when they were down, but.... "So, did she come to see you?" Ken asked blue eyes almost dancing with laughter, as he observed his miserable friend. "Who?" Joe asked tiredly as he yanked the hairnet out of his locks and sent it sailing over the counter to parts unknown. What the hell was he talking about? No one came to see him. He was too busy cleaning out Jun's grease traps in the kitchen and being her slave boy for the day. The only thing she hadn't told him to do was stand there and feed her grapes. Joe began to shake his head, but then...hold up... That chick ... And then Ken did laugh, clapping him across the back, hand gripping his shoulder. "She had gotten lost out on the highway, and stopped at the airfield looking for directions. We talked for awhile and mentioned she was looking for a good mechanic. " Ken paused and Joe groaned, knowing exactly where the conversation was headed. "I told her all about you and how you were an excellent mechanic and apparently...err..good with your hands. She wanted to meet you for herself, so I sent her down to the Snack, knowing you'd be here today." Joe rubbed his forehead with his palm, wincing when stinky grease marred his face. "Cute Ken," he groused, wiping his face on his dirty shirt sleeve. "Real cute." "Yes, she was wasn't she?" Ken replied with a big smile , purposefully misunderstanding him. His blue eyes fairly glowed with amusement. "Hey!" Jun called sharply, rapping her knuckles loudly on the stainless steel counter in the kitchen. "You're still on the clock Joe. " She pointed to a metal bucket in the kitchen like it was some kind of grand prize. "The floors still need to be mopped. Get to it !" Growling low in his throat, Joe set his teeth and pushed away from the bar. He shoved open the swinging door to the kitchen and Jun exited after him. "Don't you think you're being a little hard on him?" Ken asked her as Joe trudged into the kitchen to mop the floor. Jun sat down next to him, cracking open a beer for herself. She shrugged. "Maybe next time he'll remember this before he pulls a prank like this again..." "It really was a joke Junie....." Ken told her. "It was no prank..." Jun delicately snorted, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yeah right." She knocked back some of her beer. Then she paused a moment a strange expression falling over her features and she turned to look at him. "Wait....." she asked suspiciously. "How would you know?" ~FIN~ (I think! LOL)

Originally posted by Redbird ~FIN~ (I think! LOL)

Ohhh...I'm not so sure about that....

LOL, Redbird! Joe really is pitiful here! I'd love for him to be my "slave boy for a day"...

Poor Joe ... and Ken is in a lot of trouble now, LOL

I can think of better things to do for a day with Joe as my slave... But he certainly is a good sport for putting up with it!

Thanks for reading everyone! Glad you got a laugh out of it! EW: I'm pretty sure the door is closed on this one!

RB, lots of Bradbury hits there. Joe better stop what he's doing to save it for Ken when Jun's done with him.