Two hours later it was nine in the evening, and the sun was beginning to go down towards the sea for the second night that it had been inhabited by famous people.
Jimmy and Ian walked into the Star Bar to find Tyke and Jess perching on the barstools. Toby was sat on the floor clutching the end of Tyke's lead, even through Tyke hadn't worn the collar on the end of it for the past three days.
As Jimmy and Ian walked up to the bar, Jess turned around and looked Ian up and down in horror. “What have you done to him?!” she cried.
“Sorted him out… get a grip, Jess, he couldn't have gone on wearing a Nazi uniform for the rest of his life,” Jimmy replied.
Ian stood looking uncomfortable with his hair greased into a mohawk, a dog collar, a pair of extra baggy trousers and a black tank top on.
Jess' eyebrows dropped through the floor (she was scowling). “Jimmy,” she started, calmly. “Don't take this personally, or anything, but,” she took a step towards him. “I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!” She pounced on top of him and started hitting him savagely.
“Um… Jess…?” Ian started, looking lost.
“Go and get changed!” Jess shouted at him in mid-punch. “I want shirt and cords and neat hair in 10 minutes, mister!” she screamed.
Stunned, Ian didn't move.
“NOW!!!” she shrieked.
Ian ran away.
Jess and Jimmy continued wrestling on the sand. Jess found that gripping Jimmy's head by the hair and smacking it into a nearby palm tree was rather effective.
“What the hell are you two doing?!” Hannah asked, walking out of the Casino Hut after hearing the commotion.
“I'm killing Jimmy, that's what I'm doing!” Jess replied, throwing coconuts at Jimmy's skull.
“NO! Don't hurt my baby!” Hannah ran towards Jimmy and grabbed the coconuts Jess had thrown. “These are precious!”
“Huh!” scoffed Jimmy. “Thought you were talking about me for a minute, but I should have known better with you, Hannah.”
“Sorry?” Hannah asked, confused, looking up from the coconuts in her arms.
“You're such a b*tch!” Jimmy said, getting up. “And you! You… you…” Jimmy struggled for the words. “You husband beater, you!” Jimmy stomped off.
“Not yet,” corrected Jess, thinking of Ian. “But soon… soon… soon!” She cackled evilly and then headed for bed.

The next morning dawned beautifully… as usual. Jess was in a far from happy mood, however. “He's so annoying! How dare he do that to Ian! For all he knows, he could have wrecked his hair for good with that ruthless wax!”
“Oh, please,” Hannah said, throwing on a pair of jeans and an Australian rugby shirt. “Give him a break… anyway, you know where I'll be – the casino – so see you later.”
She walked out whilst Jess called, “I should have bludgeoned him to death with a coconut whilst I had the chance!”

Hannah walked into the Casino Hut where Patrick was already waiting for her. “Morning,” she greeted him, sitting down on the nearest stool.
“Good morning,” he replied, sitting next to her. “Breakfast?” He handed her 300 strands worth of chips.
“Great; thanks,” Hannah took the chips and started feeding them mindlessly into the machine.
Jess appeared in the doorway. “What are you doing?”
“Breakfast,” Hannah and Patrick replied in unison.
Jess was p*ssed off. “I don't suppose you want to come over to the library with me, do you?” Jess asked Patrick.
“Hmm, let me think,” he said, starting intently at the slot machine. “No.”
Jess was taken-aback. “Oh.” She took a step back. “OK.”

Jess stumbled into the Star Bar, p*ssed off and unhappy. She hadn't been into the bar before, being a non-drinker, but it seemed nice. She walked up to the bar.
The barman smiled at her. “What can I get you?”
“Orange juice, please.” Jess sat on the bar-stool and looked around. She was surrounded by Hollywood celebrities. She stared into her orange juice. 'Hang on,' she thought. 'That ice cube looks a bit like… Jimmy…'
Her trail of thought was interrupted as an Irish voice said, “You look really p*ssed off.”
Jess turned around. It was Dylan Moran, the Irish comedian. Jess was more than slightly surprised. “Oh… well… I am quite… p*ssed off.”
“Why?”
“Lots of things.”
“Tell me about them.”
Jess considered this. “Nah, I don't want to ramble on about my sad personal problems.”
“Ah, go on. Then I can bore you with mine afterwards.”
Jess needed no further persuasion. “Right, OK, firstly—“

Hannah looked down into her pot of chips. She had none left. “I'm all out again.” She sighed.
“Want me to fill yours up?” Patrick handed her his cup of strands, which was only a quarter full. Hannah leant down under the machine and pulled a collection of keys from her pocket. She found the right key after two minutes and opened up the machine to fill up several cups, whilst several onlookers frowned with jealousy.
Hannah got up and sat back in her seat and jumped with surprise as Brandon Boyd, the lead singer of Incubus (who was now sat next to her) said “Hi!”
“Oh, hi… can I help you? Have you run out of towels in your bathroom again?” Hannah asked, slotting a strand into the machine and pulling the lever.
“Uh, no…” Brandon sighed. “Do you want to go to the beach?”
Hannah sighed – tough decision. This was the type of the situation she had trained herself for and she wasn't going to let it go to waste. “Go buy yourself a drink,” she said, placing a strand into Brandon's hand. “It may take me a while to decide…”
Brandon ambled off to the Star Bar.

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