Colin woke with a raging hangover. He wasn't sure how much alcohol he'd consumed but he was sure if he died then and there, he'd already be embalmed.
"Col…something is bugging me," Drew announced.
"What?" Colin mumbled.
"Why the hell are you on the floor man?" Drew asked.
Colin wearily opened his eyes and realised he was looking under the hotel room bed.
"I went to the pub," he managed to breathe, "they kept pouring me drinks…I don't remember getting back."
"Obviously…look, I hate to do this to you…but we have get going," Drew babbled.
Colin gingerly sat up and held his head. "I know, I know…I need some aspirin or something though."
"No problem," Drew perked and helped Colin to his feet.
Drew and Colin paid their hotel bill and then headed outside. Drew nipped off to a nearby drugstore, while Colin made his way to the car. He stopped when he realised there were several people pawing all over it; he quickly dashed behind a large bin.
"Hey, Col…I got your…" Colin hushed Drew.
"What? What's going on?" Drew asked.
Colin pointed out the people at the car.
"Shit…they look like Ritza's heavies…but that ain't Ritza with them," Drew gasped.
"So what do we do?" Colin said in a hushed voce.
"Try and get out of here…fast," Drew replied.
Drew and Colin headed toward the other side of town, constantly looking over their shoulders.
"What are we gonna do huh?' Drew grumbled.
"To hell if I know," Colin spat.
"COLIN! DREW! HOW YA GOIN'?"
"Big Bazza," Drew gasped as the rather large man waved from the cab of his truck.
"I'd like to say heaven sent, but somehow it just seems wrong," Colin mused.
"Need a lift anywhere?" Big Bazza asked.
Drew and Colin looked at each other. "You bet we do buddy," Drew grinned.
Brad awoke in the pleasant warmth of Ritza's bed. She was still beside him, curled up and facing away. Brad reached out and gently ran a finger down her back, a small giggle escaped Ritza's mouth.
"Good morning," Brad mused.
"Isn't it just," Ritza yawned and turned over.
"So, do you often pick up strange but gorgeous American men, seduce them with a self guided tour, offer them coffee and then have mad, lustful, animal sex?" Brad asked.
"Actually this is the first time," Ritza replied. "I'm usually the most frigid ice queen you could ever imagine."
"You an ice queen…never," Brad jeered.
"Hey, I can be a bitch you know," Ritza exclaimed.
"No, you don't have a horrible bone in your body," Brad cooed.
"Oh I could be so rude," Ritza giggled, before she leaned over and kissed Brad.
A short while later Ritza pulled her lips away. "We should get up…we'll have that coffee and then I know this great place in town where we can get breakfast," she perked.
"Well if you insist," Brad smirked.
"You can wash my back if you like," Ritza smiled as she slid out from beneath the covers and wandered, naked, to the bathroom.
Brad didn't even consider his options. He was out of bed and in the shower quicker than you could yell, "love to the monkeys."
Greg, following Ryan's instructions, wandered down to a nearby creek. He was miffed to find Gina already there.
"It doesn't matter how hard you scrub, the face stays on," Greg scorned as he bent down the scoop up some water.
"Thanks for the insight poodle quiff," Gina hissed.
"Is that the best you can do?" Greg laughed.
"I'd ask your parents the same question," Gina retorted.
"Were you locked in a wardrobe as a child?" Greg asked.
"Like you, you mean," Gina spat and marched back toward the 4x4.
Greg followed not far behind. When they got there something was obviously wrong.
"Where's Ryan?" Greg asked.
"How the hell should I know?" Gina spat.
Greg scanned the area. "RYAN…RYAN…RRRYYYAANNNN," he yelled.
Nothing
"This is your fault," Greg hissed.
"My fault? I don't even know what's going on…how do you know he hasn't just gone for a walk?" Gina shrieked.
"Oh no," Greg gasped picking up Ryan's mobile phone from the dirt.
"Hell…did I just not say that I don't know what's going on," Gina snapped.
"We've gotta get out of here…now," Greg insisted and hurried over to the car.
Greg leapt into the driver's seat and Gina fell into the passenger’s. Greg started the engine and looked in the mirror. There was a black car just down the road, waiting.
Greg put his foot down and they roared down the road. He kept checking the mirror, Gina checked too.
"Who's in that car?" she asked.
"I can't tell you," Greg replied.
"Excuse me…we happen to be getting stalked and Ryan Stiles has gone missing…I THINK YOU CAN TELL ME," Gina demanded.
"Ok, ok…a while back we ended up in Australia. Loads of stuff happened that we didn't know about, because we were too drunk. One of the more detrimental things that happened was Drew was mistaken for a drug baron Ritz Crispin. Long story short, we found out Ritz was actually Ritza. The psycho bitch tried to kill us but we escaped. Then a few days ago she kidnapped Drew. So we had to come back to save him and now she's trying to kill us all again," Greg said without taking a breath.
Gina was sitting mouth agape.
"Say something," Greg hissed.
"Fuck," Gina managed, then her eyes went wide. "GREG SWERVE," she screamed.
Greg swerved as the black car came toward them, the 4x4 lurched and careered into a ditch. Greg and Gina, stunned, clambered out.
"This is the part where we run right?" Gina gasped.
"Like the wind," Greg replied.
They took off in the direction of a ramshackle looking old farm, which was clearly visible in the dry field. The heavies hadn't gotten out of the car but had stopped.
At the property Greg took one look at the farmhouse and decided it was hopeless, as it had no doors. Gina pointed out a rusty, wrought iron shed and they dashed inside and thoroughly locked the door.
"We should be safe," Gina panted.
"Let’s hope so…I don't want to stay in here too long," Greg gasped.
"CLICK"
"Fuck, that was the outside lock," Gina breathed.
"Yeah this was a great idea," Greg spat.
"Shut up or I'll beat you with a hammer," Gina grumbled.