Snippet #2267999

Lili

"Dresses? Sure!" Lili exclaimed, "Yeah, you could really use an uplift. Honestly, no offense, but how can you walk around in just that?" Hadn't she heard of taste?

They got off at the strip, where Lili babbled nonstop about the newest fashion trends, her opinion on the new color swatch of the year, "So much better than that awful tangerine! Plus I have green eyes, so it'll just make my eyes pop! Only thing I'm worried about is that I'll look too Christmasy...oh, wouldn't that be awful?!?", whether she wanted the same sequined dress or a different one, and--after getting her hands on the Hollywood Reporter--tutting about Taylor Swift and her most recent break-up.

She didn't shut up until they passed by a macabre scene surrounded by an ominous perimeter of yellow tape. Police were everywhere, and Lili quickly realized this must have been where Daisy was killed. "I work there," she said quietly, pointing at the nightclub right next to the dark alley. She sniffed and quickened her pace, silent until they entered the nearest clothes store.

Sam

"Shen? The hell, I ain't got no long distance calling card!" Sam said through the bathroom. He was gelling his hair into a faux hawk, paying ridiculous attention to each and every strand. "He left yesterday, so...." he tried to calculate the distance between here and China, which proved more difficult when he had to remember where exactly China was, "I dunno. Maybe he'll be back tonight? How fast does he fly anyways?"

A humorous thought popped into his head, and he leaned out the bathroom, "Hey...hey, wouldn't it be funny if Shen had one of his shellfish episodes while he was flying? Like, what if he randomly became a clam, and he's at the bottom of the ocean somewhere. And some diver comes and tries to open him up to look for a pearl, but Shen ends up eating him because he turns into a dragon. Wouldn't that be crazy?"

"Idiot," the ghost girl's disembodied voice giggled, "You have no clue."

The voice didn't say anything more, and Sam looked at KJ. "What's up with her? Is it just me, or are all the girls especially annoying this morning?"

Shen

The Asian sighed exasperatingly. His suitcase was being checked by the local police due to a suspicious call from the motel owner. Everyone doubted that the magnificent riches he had packed truly belonged to him, and he knew they were waiting to steal it away for themselves. Human pigs!

He crossed his arms, planning an escape route that would mentally scathe the least amount of people, when he heard a rather interesting phone conversation. An official looking man was jabbering away in a not quite Chinese language. Shen recognized it as Japanese, and listened intently. Apparently the other man on the phone was unhappy. Some sort of rich client, judging by all the honorisms this guy kept using. But...strangely...Shen strained to hear more. What he heard next surprised him so much he nearly turned into a clam at that very moment!

Instead he fell out of his chair. The man on the phone looked at him strangely before walking off. The police officers also eyed him oddly, but Shen didn't care. He needed to get to Las Vegas quickly!