"Come on Clooney, we gotta go or else we'll be late!" Crissy called to her best friend George Clooney who was busy checking himself out and adjusting his bowtie. "How can I go out in public if people know in related to Jack the Ripper? Ill never get another role again!" she made her way over to his bed and plopped down. "Hey, maby this is a good thing. You may get tons of new roles now!" he stopped fidgeting and stared at her threw the mirror. "Look no offence, but I don't want to get type casted like Brad Dourif!" she sat up immediately, "He is an amazing actor and if I was one, id love to be in his genera!" "Well keep hanging out with me and im sure we'll both be." She rolled over on her stomache and buried herself in the comforter. "It smells like you." She mumbled. "Well I do sleep there." He said, not bothering to look up. "Hey!" he called, for she had thrown his pillow at him. "Get back here!" he called as he chased her down the stairs and into the front lawn. "No time!" she said pointing to her imaginary wrist watch and dangling the keys to her 1982 black Pontiac firebird trans am with the flashing red scanner in the front. They both slid in, Crissy in driver, Clooney in passenger. He nervously glanced at the clock, "Will we make it in time?" he asked. "Of course we will." She said with a smile, for Crissy in her spare time was a professional driver. In 15 minutes they reached the premier. "When I drive it takes me almost 30." He said in disbelief. "What can I say, im magic." She laughed. They got out and walked down the red carpet. "Don't we need a valet?" "No, he can park himself." She said. "Where were you last month?" he asked after a few moment to kill the time while they waited for the ceremony. "I was with Van Helsing." He looked over at her, not so much in disbelief, but in awe. "How is he?" he asked. "Very nice. Alittle bit different from Hugh Jackman's version, but as you know every dimension is slightly different." "Where did you guys go?" "We took a big boat to the snowy mountains and slashed vamps. Not the ones like Mick, but the bad ones like in..oh you know..whats that movie?" "Yeah, yeah..i know what your talking about." He said as he nodded his head. A few minutes passed by and Crissy looked over at Clooney. "What are you avoiding?" she asked. "What? What are you talking about?" he said. "Don't act with me, I know when your faking. What is it?" he looked down for a moment. "Im just jealous." He said. "Why?" "Because you get to go on all of these cool adventures with these people from other dimensions.." she took his hand in hers. "Do you ant to come with me next time?" she asked. "I don't know, I don't want to be a bother.." "Oh but you wont!" she said interrupting. "Yeah, but what will I say when I come back and people ask where ive been?" "We'll come up with something. I always do."he thought about it for a moment. "Who do you wanna meet?" she asked. "Van Helsing!" he said with a smile. "Great! We'll go back to my place and use the water spicket." He gave her a confused glance, but she put her finger to her bright red lips and pointed to the now rising curtain. "After the show." She whispered and he nodded in agreement.