Albert - Guitar
Dart - Dancer
Lavitz - Drums
Kongol - Keyboard
" Albert!"
Solo ran up to him and hugged him energetically - almost sending his black guitar sprawling onto the floor. He held onto it protectively and impatiently waited for the insane demon to release her deathgrip on him. He could see Lloyd snickering at him in the background - glad to be free of the demon who usually obsessed over him instead. The King sent a deathglare at the Wingly who had already begun messing with is microphone.
" I can't breathe Solo."
She released her grip on him reluctantly and stood back and studied him. A wicked grin curved on her red lips. That was a dangerous sign . . . for him anyway. He sighed again before leaning his guitar against the white walls of the crammed waiting room.
"You're worried they won't like your hair, aren't you?"
He blinked at her in surprise. How in the seven hells could she have known that . . . ? He paused. Oh. Well, it was only to be expected. She was the writer of the insane fan fiction they were trapped in now. This made sense anyway.
The Jade Dragoon suddenly cringed as Solo grabbed a long handful of his hair and rubbed it lovingly against her cheek. In a minute she looked up and replied with a evil grin, " Your hair's so long and soft ! Who wouldn't love it ?"
He stood up, grabbed his hair back with a quick, " Stop that. It's just plain disturbing." before retreating to the safety of his knight Lavitz. The former Jade Dragoon looked at him and smirked.
" Albert. I'm your friend but if you think I can protect you from her you're so wrong."
The King grabbed his guitar and watched Lavitz tap his drumsticks on the empty chair next to them with a bored look on his face.
" I don't think anybody could protect us from her."
His emerald eyes flickered up to see if she was prowling near them but Solo was already glued to Lloyd's side. Albert let out a relieved sigh. Thank Soa for small thing's like her obsession with Lloyd. Poor Lloyd though. But it was better than her petting his hair.
" Dart! Dart! Daaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrt! ! ! ! !"
Everyone - except Dart- winced as Shana plowed over the security guard and burst into the small waiting room. The guard merely sat on the ground in a daze with little White-Silver Dragons dancing around his head. He let out a moan.
Meru sent an annoyed look at Solo.
" I thought you didn't invite her."
The demon blinked in surprise.
" I didn't !"
She set her gaze on the couple that was busy smooching in front of her. Anger spread on her face as Dart's eyes slowly widened with an ' Oops' expression. She growled, her eyes glowing.
" You invited her Dart?!"
He cowered back and found himself in a corner. Everyone was staring at him with annoyed looks. He began to sweat nervously.
" I didn't mean to! Oh come on !"
Solo crossed her arms and stared at Rose. The two excahnged glances then both smiled wickedly at the cowering and whimpering red-armored excuse for a warrior.
" Rose. When this fic is over you have full permission to torture Dart in my own personally designed torture chamber."