“OH...KELLY...FASTER! YES! FASTER!”
“Hannah pushed herself away from the wall and the vibrating
floor polisher sped along the cupboard floor. “Wee!”
Hannah's floor polisher crashed into the other wall.
Kelly folded
his arms. “Look, Hannah - this is beginning to get ridiculous.”
“What is?” asked Hannah, getting off the floor polisher
and turning it off at the wall.
“...This! This...innuendo/non-action b*ll*cks!” He
paused. “It's like we're in a...a BOOK or
something!”
Hannah was going to say something...but no. Best
not. “Well...sorry...I may have missed the point.”
“Earlier...well...earlier you said we were going out.”
“Yes...?”
“So...what do people going out do?”
Hannah thought. “This?” She took his hand.
“Yes...and?!” he implored.
“This?” Hannah slapped him.
“Aw, screw this!” Kelly stormed out of the cupboard.
“Have a good time?” enquired Patrick as Kelly walked
through the Casino.
“NO!“ Kelly slammed the door.
“What was that all about?” asked Patrick as Hannah left
the broom cupboard.
“No idea.” Hannah sat at the machine next to Patrick's.
“I just don't know what he WANTS anymore.” She
started pulling the lever.
Jess was discharged that afternoon. She
made her way from the middle of the island back to the hotel to
pack her bags. She would have to get in contact with Austin
Powers to borrow his time portal to transport herself and Ian
back to the 60's. Talking about Ian - where was he?
Kelly stomped past her, almost sending her flying.
“Jesus, what's up with you?” she cried.
“No sex, I'm Welsh and I've got a stupid
girlfriend!” Kelly stomped off without glancing back once.
Meanwhile, back in the Casino, things were
heating up (no, Kelly left remember?). Patrick and Hannah had
practically used all of the strands she had won before, and were
literally slotting the last strand into the machine.
“This better work,” commented Patrick as he pushed it
in and pulled the lever. They both watched in high anticipation
as the three logo wheels spun around.
“Oh, come ON!” Hannah cried.
They all suddenly
clunked out of motion to reveal one pear, on banana and a lemon.
The swearing could be heard at the airport.
“But I haven't got any money left and we aren't getting it
back!” Patrick whined, then turned on Hannah. “Empty
your pockets! NOW!”
Hannah squealed and emptied her pockets to reveal a 10 strand
note which Patrick grabbed and hastily cashed in at the desk
where Ben Affleck was working now (since Zane had disposed of all
the un-famous people so somebody had to run the place).
“Don't I know you?” he started at Hannah, but she
replied a quick and hasty:
“No!“
“Look, this is going to run out...really soon. I want
you to go and steal Jess' credit cards and bring them back
here,” Patrick told Hannah.
“No! I can't!”
“Why? You can't forge the signature?”
“Yes, but that was only for some fancy lingerie, not gambling!”
“I don't care, just GET IT!!” Patrick screamed
making Ben Affleck cower and Hannah run full-pelt out of the
Casino.
Hannah ran into 'The Jess-ter' (surely Jess
would be there?) and glanced around. She saw workmen
dismantling everything and removing the light fittings.
“What's going on?” She asked the nearest workman.
“We're dismantling everything and removing the light
fittings,” he replied.
Hannah took several deep breaths in
an effort not to lose her temper. “Yes, I can SEE that. But WHY?”
“Oh. We're relocating.”
“WHAT?!” Hannah gasped. “Where to?”
The workman unscrewed a light bulb and replied, “1968, I think.” Hannah's eyes widened.
“No! You can't...” She looked around. “Where's
Jess?”
“Try that way,” the workman suggested, pointing down
the backstage corridor.
Hannah sprinted down there, looking
desperately from door to door. They were all open, and the rooms
were empty. Finally she came to a small door at the end of the
now, which was shut - supposedly the broom cupboard. “Jess?” Hannah knocked on the door.
There was a silence
before Jess answered, “Um...yes...?”
“It's me - Hannah.”
“Oh...”
Hannah paused to think. “Look, I KNOW you're angry with me, and I'm really
sorry for everything...” She sat down against the
wall, facing the door. “I shouldn't have gambled. It was
weak and silly, and immature, and I should have known
better.”
“Um...yes...yes, I guess you should have.”
“And, the way I have behaved with Kelly...well...it's
been...irresponsible, immoral, and wrong. I see now that I was
wrong and that love is more important than lust. You were
right.”
“I was. Yes.”
“I will never even suggest such a thing again. I would never
do anything you wouldn't do; you're such a good example.” Hannah waited a minute for a reply but didn't get one. “Are
we friends again?”
No reply.
“Best friends?”
No reply.
“Are you gonna come out here and give me a hug?”
There was no reply, but the door slowly unlocked and out came
Jess looking severely ruffled followed shortly by an embarrassed
looking Ian.
There was an overall deafening silence.
“Give me your credit cards,” Hannah put bluntly.
“Hans, it's not what it looks--”
“Now, please,” said Hannah coldly.
Jess pulled her purse out of her back pocket but before handing
it over asked, “What are you using it for?”
Hannah thought for a second. “Expensive lingerie.”
“Not too expensive I hope, because we've only 1000 strands
left and if you use them up we're b*ggered because we need to pay
the bills and--”
“Shut up, traitor.” Hannah snatched the purse from
Jess' hands and walked off, not even turning back when she
called: “I hope you have a happy life in 1968”,
extremely unenthusiastically.
Dylan walked into the Casino to see Patrick
rocking backwards and forwards on the floor.
“What are you doing?” asked Dylan.
“Waiting for Hannah.”
“Shouldn't you be gambling?”
“Hannah's bringing money.”
“Great, great...” said Dylan with sarcasm. “And
where's she getting it from?”
“Jess...Jess' wallet...”
“Doesn't Jess need that money? For bills, etcetera?”
“Doesn't matter...doesn't...” Patrick trailed off as
Hannah came in, red with anger. “Did you get it?!”
Patrick exclaimed getting up.
“Yes.” Hannah gave him the card.
Patrick ran off to Ben
to cash the money.
“What's up with you?” asked Dylan.
“Jess is an evil, hypocritical B*TCH,” Hannah replied.
“I wouldn't go that far,” said Dylan.
“What's she done that's so bad?”
“I don't want to talk about it.”
Patrick came
running over with two pots of strands.
“Right.” Hannah
took a pot. “Let's GO.”
� Jess and Hannah 2002