Snippet #1755494

A nice, hot shower always revitalized him so well. Tag was usually rather cheerful even in the most morose of situations, and mornings were no exception. But even so, there was something about a nice hot shower that lifted his spirits and made everything right again. He spent a good 10 minutes in there with the heat on full blast, turning the bathroom into a steam sauna. Sometimes Kenzi teased him about turning the bathroom into a scene from a horror movie, so that's when he started to write foreboding messages on the fogged mirror. Today was no exception. Whistling a happy tune, Tag stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around his waist, and dripped his way over the mirror. He paused a moment, then scrawled in a creepy handwriting, "I KNOW WHAT U DID LAST SUMMER. CALL ME."

Pausing a moment to lean back and grin at his handiwork, he left the bathroom and moved down the hall, stepping over the still-prone Stef. He paused to lean down and plant a gentle kiss on Char's forehead; he knew the boy liked the attention. "Mornin', babe." Running his fingers through the keyboardist's hair, Tag shot him a grin before heading into the kitchen. Still dripping and toweled, Tag shifted right up behind Kenzi and rested his chin on his best friend's shoulder, peering down at breakfast. "Mmm, smells good. Who you talkin' to, Mr. Manager?" He rolled his eyes and made an obscene gesture at the phone. He didn't really have anything against their manager, it was just the man was a figure of authority, and deserved his disrespect. Actually, he appreciated the 'hands-off' approach the manager took with them, even though Kenzi sometimes complained that he wished the man was around more. Tag couldn't care less.

"What does he want, anyway?"