Other: I don't even remember writing this...I just found it while trying to remember what I named some of the damn files on my own page! (ahh, the joy of maintaining a website...)

In a shadowed corner of the circus tent, two figures were doing something that had absolutely nothing to do with rummaging through beautiful dreams.

"Are you sure about this?" asked a high shrill voice.

"What's gonna happen, Fish? As long as there's rum and coke at the bar, we don't have to worry about Hawkeye."

Fisheye raised an eyebrow. "Who's worried about Hawkeye?" he asked. "I meant Zirconia. Since we still haven't found Pegasus yet."

"Oh. Right." Tigereye coughed nervously before leaning forward. "Fish?"

Fisheye was walking back towards the bar. "I need my morning martini," he called over his shoulder.

Tigereye sighed unhappily. "Do you want Hawkeye to find out?" he shouted, running to catch up with his teammate.

"No," said Fisheye, staring intently at his long fingernails. "I'll go in first."

Hawkeye was shuffling through the pictures on the bar counter and tossing the ones of school girls towards Tigereye's usual seat. He smiled as he found exactly what he was looking for--a thin, sexy soccer mom, her hair in a matronly bun. He'd just tucked the picture into his poor excuse for a shirt when Zircon flew in, dropped several more pictures on the counter, and fluttered away.

"Probably more damn school girls," Hawkeye muttered as he picked up the first one. He took a sip of his drink and almost immediatly spit it out again when he noticed that picture was of Tigereye and Fisheye, completely naked and doing a bit of male-bonding.

"Another dude?" whined Tigereye, as he entered.

Hawkeye continued coughing and looked at the next three pictures in the series. Despite the lingering shock, his first thought was in the classic Trio tradition as he tried to find out if Tigereye had a bigger package than he did.

"What's wrong?" asked Fisheye.

"Zircon just dropped off some interesting pictures," said Hawkeye, deciding he needed another drink very quickly. He handed a picture to Fisheye. "Well?"

Fisheye's eyes widened. "I can explain!" he shrieked. "It's not what you think it is!"

"What is it?" asked Tigereye.

"You and Fish," Hawkeye replied.

Tigereye was starting to wonder why Fisheye was more defensive than he was, especially since Fish would sleep with anything vaguely male. His panicked brain found an excuse that he hoped would save his masculinity. "You're not a girl?" he shouted at Fisheye.

Fisheye stuck his tongue out at him and pulled open the front of his body suit. "What is it then?" Hawkeye asked Fisheye.

Fisheye cleared his throat and said, still with his falsetto, "We were...comparing sizes," he said. "It's what men do, isn't it?"

"Fish, do you have any idea what men do?"

Fisheye looked at the ground. "No..."

Hawkeye picked up another one of the pictures and looked at it. "And this doesn't look like a very effective way to compare..." he added.

"Depends on what you're comparing," said Fisheye, shooting him a significant look.

"Well?"

"You are."

"He is what?" asked Tigereye.

"Nothing," said Fisheye and Hawkeye nervously as the blonde and the blue haired man sat down.

"Where are some girls?" asked Tigereye, realizing his sexuality was probably still on trial. A drink appeared in his hand and he quickly downed it. "Because I still like girls. In fact, I really like gi--ow!" He glared at Fisheye, who had kicked him under the table. "I like girls as much as Hawkeye. Just not decrepit girls."

"Some of us can handle maturity," said Hawkeye.

"Do you like girls?" asked Fisheye.

"I'm secure in my sexuality," Hawkeye replied.

Fisheye giggled. "Oh really?" he asked. "Because--"

Hawkeye quickly reached into the pile of photos and pulled out one of a hairdresser. "Hey, Fish, look at who's the target today!"

Fisheye grabbed the picture and squealed happily, causing both his partners to exchange a glance and a slight grimace. "I'm going to get my make-up!" the half fish said before frolicking off.

Tigereye and Hawkeye exchanged another glance before reaching for their drinks again. "Not the make-up," Hawkeye said in a weak voice.

"Do we have any tequila?" asked Tigereye.

They both sighed unhappily. "We need lower alcohol tolerances," said Hawkeye.

Humming the theme song to himself, Fisheye was rummaging through his room, looking for his make-up kit. Tigereye and Hawkeye had probably hidden it, judging from the way they both tended to turn bright red and shield their crotches whenever Fisheye started this part of his drag ritual.

Having found it, he walked over to his vanity and grabbed an armful of perfume bottles.

"Now that is a fine piece of ass," said Tigereye, holding up a picture.

"Do you have to be so crude?" asked Hawkeye. They both looked up from the picture and at Fisheye who had just started putting on lipstick. Both Hawkeye and Tigereye shifted nervously. "Although you are right."

Fisheye stood up and posed, hoping for a reaction. Hawkeye and Tigereye continued staring directly at the picture. Sighing, he handed them both a bottle of designer imitation perfume.

"Huh?" asked Tigereye.

"Spray me," said Fisheye, holding out his arms.

"Can't you do this yourself?" asked Hawkeye as he and Tigereye stood up.

"I just don't want any trouble if I run into that damn cat again!" Fisheye shrieked. "I hate cats!"

Tigereye pouted while Hawkeye smirked as if he'd won a major victory.

Zirconia was in his/her room, thinking about another daily visit to the mirror his/her mistress was trapped in. Zircon flew in and hovered over him/her. "Well?" snapped Zirconia. "What do you have this time?"

Zircon silently projected an image on the wall. Zirconia leered at the disembodied eyeball's movie Tigereye and Fisheye. "Next time see if you can get the Amazon Quartet," s/he snapped.