"Tell me, why we're doing this again?"

Minako peeked around the corner, eyes tight and body tense, prepared to make a mad dash if all else failed. This was not her first circus show after all. It was, however, the first time she had an accomplice tagging along—Artemis didn't count, not when he could fit in her purse.

"Because," she huffed, dragging the giant idiot across the empty hall, "I happen to like their music." She sniffed delicately, as if such a thing should be obvious. "Besides, their manager is one of the best in the business. If I can impress him, it'll be smooth waters."

The man grunted.

"Right. And why am I dressed in drag again?"

"Because," the blonde growled, and at this she turned sharp eyes on Nao, "It's your fault we were kicked out in the first place."

"How was I supposed to know one of those so called 'musicians'," Nao made quotation marks with his fingers accompanied by a solid eye roll, "were the owner's nephew? Or that he would act like that?"

Minako scoffed, her arms crossed in a manner that was a little too much like Keisuke's for his liking.

"So you wouldn't have insulted him if you'd known?"

"No," he snorted, "They sounded like shit. Better for him to realize now before his poor uncle is driven out of business."

"I should have abandoned you when I had the chance."

"That wouldn't be very leaderly of you."

"I'm not your leader!" Minako snapped and clamped her fingers tight around his wrist. "Now come on!"

"Wait!" He exclaimed, digging his—not so metaphorical—heels in. Minako turned impatient eyes on him.

"Does this dress make me look fat?"

The damage to his ear drums from the accompanying scream was well worth the get up as far as Nao was concerned.

Had this one saved away in a dusty file. Debated making it longer but I really loved it like it is, so I thought I'd share.