"they'll never take us alive!" erich cries. dumping a his stash of drugs in a trash can,just in case they are taken alive. " we need to jump two people that are roughly our size,and steal their clothes.you did remember your fake mustache,right?" erich says,letting her on the train first,as he keeps watch. "ok.we gotta stir the sauce,deliver these guns to jimmy,and watch for helicopters!" he mutters.

erich twirls his mustache artfully and waggles his eyebrows. "why,yes. i did,miss tailleur. i am sorry the stickiness is gone,i kept sticking it on your butt when you werent looking." he chuckles at her puckered lips. erich acts overly casual and takes a seat across from ada. " ok,our cover story is we are half of a barbershop quartet. they are looking for rock and rollers,not barbershop enthusiasts." he says,as if it the most brilliant plan in the world.

"Sheisse!" erich exclaims. hoping the two men think he is talking a dog or something,and not panicked out of his gourd.erich sits beside ada. "damn them. they will suss out our fake mustaches in an instant. look at the way theirs flow in the breeze.its fucking majestic." erich falls into ada's lap as the train finally starts moving. "sorry,ma'am" he forgets and tips his mustache to her.

erich strokes his mustache thoughtfully." we must give them wide berth. mustachioed bastards like that always have back up. we so much as pluck a hair from their lips and we'll have the entire lot on us. the worst are the turn of the century strongmen. they would kill us as soon as look at us,and use our skins for leotards." erich looks around for cops...."shit.what if they are victorian cops?! they are just itching to ask us "wots all this then?" and i will not have it,miss tailluer! we will play this hand close to our chest." he says with a wink

Castor looks up from the cigarette he was smoking and sees Nina. Normally the tight clothes would make all of his anger dissipate, but given the reason why he was upset, it really didn't help any. "Nina," He calls out, walking towards her. He gives her a kiss on her forehead. "Thanks for coming out."

Castor lets out a forced chuckle. "Come on, let's go inside the bus and talk..." He says, taking her hand.

Castor gives Nina a small smile. Even when he's upset at her, she can still make him forget all about it with just some few words. "Nichole's been fine. Mostly lying in bed, throwing up, when she's not on stage... It's been fun..."

Castor laughs and makes a face. "I don't know... I don't think I could ever fuck a pregnant woman... I'd be too afraid that baby would, like, showing his face through the stomach, like in the Mummy with the sand, you know what I mean?" He asks, cringing as he thinks about it and opens the door to the bus. "Nichole is at an inproptu doctor's appointment..."

Castor chuckles and kisses Nina's forehead again. "Yes, I suppose she has..." He says, looking around. "Um, Nina... Before we do anything else, I think we should talk about the, you know... pictures..."

Castor sits down on the couch and motions for Nina to sit down with him. "No, I don't like it. And this isn't some controlling 'You can't do that because you're mine and blah blah blah.' I swear, it isn't like that at all. But Virginia is going to hear about this, and suddenly think that it's okay to be naked and have people take pictures of you, if it's... 'for a cause.'" He winces, trying to be as nice as possible with his explanation. "I know you're trying to make it out like it's not a big deal, but if Culture Uncut thinks it's big enough of a deal to write about it, then... well, it is something." He sighs. "What does being naked have anything to do with what you're standing up for anyway, Nina? Couldn't you have done a picture of you with a golden retriever or something instead?"