Hey, Britannica! Glad to see that the fires didn't affect you!
And all of you were sweeties for voting (give all the JLR--animals excluded--a peck on the check).
Meanwhile, at the Hard Nights Motel...
"Pool closed?"
"The jerks."
"Fine. Let's just get some shut-eye."
"Uh, La Machine," says Ace, "why did the owner only give us one key?"
"I only reserved one room. What, do I look like I'm rolling in dough?"
PUNCH!
Both DND and Ace punch La Machine in the face. "Well, someone had to knock his lights out."
In room 66 on floor 6...
"Okay," says Wednesday. "When La Machine wakes up, I'm going to kill him."
"At least there are two beds."
"Two twin-sized bed, Nightwing."
Cowgirl Jack doesn't waste a moment. She jumps onto the bed closest to the window. "Uh, right, all the girls on this bed, all the guys on the other!"
"That's not fair, Jackie! You're the only girl!"
"Come on, guys," shouts Britannica. "Be nice. We can manage this! Lights out in a half hour."
Darkness falls...
The male JLR members are all squeezed in the twin bed like a bunch of sardines. From left to right: Nightwing, La Machine, Wednesday, DND, Britannica, RM 552, and Ace.
Everyone but Cowgirl Jack are still awake. La Machine begins swearing. "That's so not fair of her! The whole bed to herself. She can jolly well share it with someone."
"LM, she'll kick your rear."
"I don't care! I'm going to get some sleep!"
La Machine crushes Nightwing while climbing over to the second bed. The rest of the guys lean foreward, trying to see LM in the darkness...
BANG!
"EWOOOW! She shot my foot!"
"Shot at your foot, jerk. I alway sleep with a weapon under the pillow. You think they call me Cowgirl Jack because of the boots?"
Later that night...
The JLR are finally drifting to sleep, when...
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"Ow!" "What was that?" "That hurt!" "What's going on?" "Ouch!" "My head!" "Jackie, what are you doing?"
"Someone got into the other bed. Whoever it was tickled my leg. I'm going to kill you for this one. Come on, 'fess up. Which one of you did it?"
"Not me!" "Ditto!" "I didn't do it." "Neither did I." "It wasn't me." "I was here the entire time." "I was asleep."
"Oh. Well. I'll just...head back to bed..."
Still later that night...
La Machine elbows Nightwing.
"Ouch! What was that for?"
"You just tickled my leg."
"What?"
On the other side of the bed, Rm 552 wake Ace and Britannica up. "There's something at the foor at the bed..."
Brittanica and La Machine wake up Wednesday and DND. Wednesday can be heard mumbling. "It's too early..."
Cowgirl Jack yelps and jumps in her bed. "Someone just...bit my toe?"
"Someone get the light on!"
Cowgirl Jack feels for the lamp on her nightstand. "Let's see whose causing all the trouble."
The lights illuminate over two dozen small collections of squeeky fur scampering about on the two beds.
"AH! MICE!"
[ 01-28-2003, 10:40 PM: Message edited by: Cowgirl Jack ]
