Tango brushed the one stray lock of hair that had always refused to stay slicked back with the rest out of his eyes as he glanced down at the boardwalk below him.

His hand, his skin- and bone one, rubbed his prosthetic nervously.

What's the worst that could happen?

That was Tango's first thought, quickly followed by;

No, don't think that. That'll just make you think of all the bad things that could happen if he doesn't like it.

He scanned through the wave of bustling families of his crew, his heart hammering in his chest as he chewed his lip.

Where's Jimmy...? Tango wondered, just as he caught sight of the other blonde, a relieved smile breaking through his lip chewing and his nerves.

He sighed softly, chuckling as he was staring right at Jimmy, but the blonde didn't even see him.

At least, not until he raised his hand to his mouth in a whistle only Jimmy knew by heart.

(This was the only character that didn't have a long intro, and it was bugging me, so I made it longer :D)