Niokolina looked around for Slinky.

Slinky stood, leaning against a pole at least three times his height. He gently dragged his finger around the edges of his star shaped tattoo on his hip. His eyes were cast down at the ground. His tiny chest heaved with a sigh. He was in a tiny firefighter dress with yellow tights.

She frowned,walking quickly over to Slinky. "Whats wrong?" She was a dressed up striper,but she took no notice.

Slinky looked up and his face broke into a smile. "Oh, nothing! I was just thinking, that's all. What's up?"

She looked down at her costume and blushed,"Um.. really... Looking for you." She smiled.

Slinky smiled. "D'awwh, me?" He blushed and giggled. "Thanks! What's up, anyways?"

Her old boss was standing in a corner,whip in hand. "Oh dear!! I must scramble! Hide me before you see a un-pretty me sight!" Her old boss started walking this way. She grabbed his hand,pulling him into a corner. She wiped her forehead. "Whew.." She looked at Slinky again,"Whats up? Nothing really."

Slinky looked fearfully up at her boss. "What the hell is his problem?" he asked angrily.

"He always carries that whip around,if you quit work from him,he'll still whip,and if people don't like him he'll whip them. I really haven't anyone cared about me...so it hasn't ever got taken care of." She trailed off.

Slinky growled, wishing he was taller. "I'm gonna beat his ass someday, I promise."

"Votre mignon" She smiled. "Its safe to come out now,he's probably gone to the bar. And Slinky? Next time tell me what your going to wear." She stuck out her tongue at him and held out her cell-phone number and street adress.

Slinky stuck the paper in his fishnets and nodded. "I would, but I never know. My prep team tells me what I'm wearing right before I go on stage, I don't know before then." He sighed and then smiled back. "My brother's the one who knows almost every language,don't talk to me in French, talk to him!"

"No,then he will know what I'm saying. But,until you learn you won't have a clue what i'm saying. Oh and Votre mignon means "your cute" in french." She laughed so hard she fell into him.

Slinky tried catching her but, because of his minescule size, toppled over, Nikky falling onto him. He blushed. "I'm a midget, you can't exactly expect me to catch you when you fall!"

She poked his nose. "Sorry. It's okay,your not a midget. I'm as small as you!" She smiled,her hair draping over his face.

Slinky laughed. "I'm 4'5'', and I'm 23. Legally, I'm a midget."

She sat up on him. "Yea. I'm 4'2 and i'm 21. Problem?" She stuck her tongue out at Slinky.

Slinky laughed. "You're shorter than my brother!" He reached out and poked Nikky's tongue with his finger. "Yucky.''

She giggled,"Okay. I'm shorter. But my tongue is not yucky mister! I can talk faster in french than you think!"

Slinky cocked his head. "What does your slimy tongue have to do with speaking like a Canadian?"

She hissed,"I speak french!!"

Slinky nodded. "Canadanadians speak French!"

{Thankthankthank youuu Was it my glorious email that yuu came back XD}
She rolled her eyes but laughed,"I'm from Paris Slinky."

o.o You sent me an email? XD Nah, I just got bored of being bored so I was like, "I should go write...But I dun feel like writing a whole story...I'LL MAKE ANGEL AND ROCKEH HELP!" And then BAM! I showed up here XD

Slinky shrugged. "I was close!" he piped, beaming.

Mehh. Just stay on here pwease. It gets boring sometimes without the creator. XD

"MM by about 50 million miles." She teased,poking his nose.