Tallan started with a laugh at the look Pat was giving him. "Hey, I - ARGH!" his hands flew to his head as he was spurted with a jet of cold, wet water. Right at his hair!

His glared at his best friend, knowing that he would get revenge. He didn't know when, and he didn't know how, but he would. No one got his hair wet without paying for it. "You better sleep with your eyes open," he warned Pat, trying his best not to laugh. His threat was pretty empty, because there was really nothing he could do. But he'd think of something, yes.

He shook his head as he ran his hands over his hair. His gel was washed off, and hair now hung flat against the side of his face. He tried desperately to get it to stick back up again, but it was hopeless. He chuckled and kept trying to get it back the way it had been.