Hank's hand twin has been replaced by a woman.
Hank enters, "Uhh, hey. Where's the other guy?"
"Which guy?" The woman dealer asks.
"He's kinda tall, dark hair, hand looks exactly like this." Hank hlod up his hand, "See?"
"I don't know about the hands, but the guy that was here before me just went to the bathroom."
"Okay!" Hank walks away, and then turns back, "How you doin'?"
"Very busy."
"Right! Okay." Hank heads for the restroom.
~*~
Sam and Ivy are at their hotel room. Ivy is still trying to get the ink off and Sam is on the phone with the company.
"Yes, hello. I have a question. Umm, I used your pen to draw on my friend's face... A beard and a moustache." Sam listens for a moment and then laughs, "Thank you." Ivy turns around and glares at him. "No, she didn't think so... I know it's like," He turns and sees Ivy staring at him and quickly changes the subject, "Anyway, umm well make-up didn't cover it and we've tried everything to get it off and nothing's worked. What-what do we do... Yeah... Uh-huh... Yeah... Oh! Okay... Okay, thank you!" Ivy gets excited at Sam's tone. He hangs up, "Yeah, it's not coming off."
"What?! What else did he say?" She asks.
"Umm, he said he thought I was funny. So..." She stares at him and he quickly changes the subject, "Okay, look-look umm, let's just go downstairs, we'll have some fun, and you'll forget all about it."
"Sam, no! There is no way I am leaving this room looking like this!"
"Oh, come on! Ivy, it's-it's not that bad."
"Sam, I am a human doodle!!" She snaps.
"Look, just because some idiot drew on you face doesn't mean you shouldn't have any fun! Okay? And besides, hey-hey-hey no one is even gonna look at you. Okay? This is Vegas! Hello! There are tons of other freaks here!" Ivy turns around and glares at Sam and he corrects himself, "There are tons... Of... Freaks here. No other. No. Come on! No one will notice, I swear!"
They both leave.
~*~
Hank enters, "Uhh, hey. Where's the other guy?"
"Which guy?" The woman dealer asks.
"He's kinda tall, dark hair, hand looks exactly like this." Hank hlod up his hand, "See?"
"I don't know about the hands, but the guy that was here before me just went to the bathroom."
"Okay!" Hank walks away, and then turns back, "How you doin'?"
"Very busy."
"Right! Okay." Hank heads for the restroom.
~*~
Sam and Ivy are at their hotel room. Ivy is still trying to get the ink off and Sam is on the phone with the company.
"Yes, hello. I have a question. Umm, I used your pen to draw on my friend's face... A beard and a moustache." Sam listens for a moment and then laughs, "Thank you." Ivy turns around and glares at him. "No, she didn't think so... I know it's like," He turns and sees Ivy staring at him and quickly changes the subject, "Anyway, umm well make-up didn't cover it and we've tried everything to get it off and nothing's worked. What-what do we do... Yeah... Uh-huh... Yeah... Oh! Okay... Okay, thank you!" Ivy gets excited at Sam's tone. He hangs up, "Yeah, it's not coming off."
"What?! What else did he say?" She asks.
"Umm, he said he thought I was funny. So..." She stares at him and he quickly changes the subject, "Okay, look-look umm, let's just go downstairs, we'll have some fun, and you'll forget all about it."
"Sam, no! There is no way I am leaving this room looking like this!"
"Oh, come on! Ivy, it's-it's not that bad."
"Sam, I am a human doodle!!" She snaps.
"Look, just because some idiot drew on you face doesn't mean you shouldn't have any fun! Okay? And besides, hey-hey-hey no one is even gonna look at you. Okay? This is Vegas! Hello! There are tons of other freaks here!" Ivy turns around and glares at Sam and he corrects himself, "There are tons... Of... Freaks here. No other. No. Come on! No one will notice, I swear!"
They both leave.
~*~