"What did you just say?" Sheridan asks.
"You roll another hard eight and we get married here tonight." Luis repeats himself.
"Are you serious?!" She asks surprised.
"Yes! I love you! I've never loved anybody as much as I love you." He says.
"I've never loved anybody as much as I love you." Sheridan kisses him.
"Okay, so if an eight comes up, we take it as a sign and we do it! What do you say?" Luis asks.
"Okay!"
"Okay! Come on! Let's go! All right!"
Sheridan rolls the dice, but one bounces out of the table.
Luis spots on, "Okay! That's a four! And where-where's the other one?"
"It went under the table." The drunken gambler says.
"Nobody move!" Sheridan yells and turns to Luis, "Okay, you look that way; I'll look this way!"
"All right!"
He searches to his right; she searches to her left. They're both on their hands and knees when they spot the die. It's propped up against the table leg, and it's not lying flat. Both the four and the five are showing.
"Here it is! Here it is!" Luis sees the die.
"That could be a four or a five. It's your call."
There is an awkward silence.
"It's a four." Luis says.
"I think so too."
Music starts playing and Sheridan and Luis move in and kiss.
~*~
Beth is at the slot machines. The lurker peeks over at the top of the machines.
"Oh well, lost again." She gets up and slowly moves away. The lurker scurries in and takes her spot, only this time Beth sets a trap for her and catches her in the act, "That's it! You and me, outside!"
"I don't want to see you lose a chunk of that pretty brown hair!" The lurker says.
They start smacking their cups, but Beth notices a security gusrd approaching, "Be cool!" They both pretend to have a nice conversation as the guard walks by, but after he leaves they both start fighting again, "Okay lady, your lurking days are over!"
"What?!"
"Yeah, from now on everytime you lurk, I'm gonna lurk first! You move on to someone else, I'm gonna be one step ahead of you, every single time! And then I'll be on your ass every hour of everyday 'til Monday, because that's when I go home. When do you leave?" Beth asks.
"Also Monday." The lurker says.
"What time? Maybe we can share a cab!"
~*~
Sam and Ivy have pretty much consumed the entire mini-bar. They are still playing blackjack.
"Hit me." Ivy says and Sam does so, "Hit me." He does so, "Hit me." He does so, "Hit me." He does so, "Hit me." He does so, "Hit me." He does and she slows down with each one.
Sam runs out of cards, "We need more cards." He slurrs.
"Yeah, and we also need more umm, drinks. Hold on a second." Ivy gets up and stumbles a bit, "Whup, okay." She makes it to the phone and picks it up, without dialing, "Hello! Vegas? Yeah, we would like some more alcohol. and you know what else? We would like some more beer. Hello? Ohh, I forgot to dial!" She exclaims drunkenly and they both start laughing hysterically.
There is a knock on the door. "That must be our alcohol and beers!" Sam gets up to answer it.
"Hey!" Hank says.
"Ohh, it's Hank! I love Hank!" Sam hugs him.
"Ohh, I love Hank!" Ivy goes over and hugs Hank.
"Look-look-look you guys, I need some help! Okay? Someone is going to have to convince my hand twin to cooperate!"
"I'll do it. Hey, whatever you need me to do, I'm your man." Sam starts to sit down on the bed, only he's about two feet to the left of it. He misses and falls on his butt. He looks up at Hank, "Whoa-oh-whoa! Are you, are you okay?" He asks.
"Yeah! I'm fine! Thanks!" Hank starts to leave, but gets an idea and stops, "Hey Ivy, how you doin'?"
"I'm doin' good, baby. How you doin'?" Ivy slurrs.
"Sam, don't let her drink anymore!" Hank exits.
"Ohh, here's that Macademia nut!" Sam picks something up.
"Ohhh!!"
He puts it in his mouth, "Nope! Something else!" He throws it back under the bed.
"Oops! All right, so what do you want to do now?"
"I wanna get out of the room! I... I really miss downstairs." Sam says.
"Okay, you know what? There's only one way I'm leaving this hotel room." Ivy looks at the pen.
~*~
"You roll another hard eight and we get married here tonight." Luis repeats himself.
"Are you serious?!" She asks surprised.
"Yes! I love you! I've never loved anybody as much as I love you." He says.
"I've never loved anybody as much as I love you." Sheridan kisses him.
"Okay, so if an eight comes up, we take it as a sign and we do it! What do you say?" Luis asks.
"Okay!"
"Okay! Come on! Let's go! All right!"
Sheridan rolls the dice, but one bounces out of the table.
Luis spots on, "Okay! That's a four! And where-where's the other one?"
"It went under the table." The drunken gambler says.
"Nobody move!" Sheridan yells and turns to Luis, "Okay, you look that way; I'll look this way!"
"All right!"
He searches to his right; she searches to her left. They're both on their hands and knees when they spot the die. It's propped up against the table leg, and it's not lying flat. Both the four and the five are showing.
"Here it is! Here it is!" Luis sees the die.
"That could be a four or a five. It's your call."
There is an awkward silence.
"It's a four." Luis says.
"I think so too."
Music starts playing and Sheridan and Luis move in and kiss.
~*~
Beth is at the slot machines. The lurker peeks over at the top of the machines.
"Oh well, lost again." She gets up and slowly moves away. The lurker scurries in and takes her spot, only this time Beth sets a trap for her and catches her in the act, "That's it! You and me, outside!"
"I don't want to see you lose a chunk of that pretty brown hair!" The lurker says.
They start smacking their cups, but Beth notices a security gusrd approaching, "Be cool!" They both pretend to have a nice conversation as the guard walks by, but after he leaves they both start fighting again, "Okay lady, your lurking days are over!"
"What?!"
"Yeah, from now on everytime you lurk, I'm gonna lurk first! You move on to someone else, I'm gonna be one step ahead of you, every single time! And then I'll be on your ass every hour of everyday 'til Monday, because that's when I go home. When do you leave?" Beth asks.
"Also Monday." The lurker says.
"What time? Maybe we can share a cab!"
~*~
Sam and Ivy have pretty much consumed the entire mini-bar. They are still playing blackjack.
"Hit me." Ivy says and Sam does so, "Hit me." He does so, "Hit me." He does so, "Hit me." He does so, "Hit me." He does so, "Hit me." He does and she slows down with each one.
Sam runs out of cards, "We need more cards." He slurrs.
"Yeah, and we also need more umm, drinks. Hold on a second." Ivy gets up and stumbles a bit, "Whup, okay." She makes it to the phone and picks it up, without dialing, "Hello! Vegas? Yeah, we would like some more alcohol. and you know what else? We would like some more beer. Hello? Ohh, I forgot to dial!" She exclaims drunkenly and they both start laughing hysterically.
There is a knock on the door. "That must be our alcohol and beers!" Sam gets up to answer it.
"Hey!" Hank says.
"Ohh, it's Hank! I love Hank!" Sam hugs him.
"Ohh, I love Hank!" Ivy goes over and hugs Hank.
"Look-look-look you guys, I need some help! Okay? Someone is going to have to convince my hand twin to cooperate!"
"I'll do it. Hey, whatever you need me to do, I'm your man." Sam starts to sit down on the bed, only he's about two feet to the left of it. He misses and falls on his butt. He looks up at Hank, "Whoa-oh-whoa! Are you, are you okay?" He asks.
"Yeah! I'm fine! Thanks!" Hank starts to leave, but gets an idea and stops, "Hey Ivy, how you doin'?"
"I'm doin' good, baby. How you doin'?" Ivy slurrs.
"Sam, don't let her drink anymore!" Hank exits.
"Ohh, here's that Macademia nut!" Sam picks something up.
"Ohhh!!"
He puts it in his mouth, "Nope! Something else!" He throws it back under the bed.
"Oops! All right, so what do you want to do now?"
"I wanna get out of the room! I... I really miss downstairs." Sam says.
"Okay, you know what? There's only one way I'm leaving this hotel room." Ivy looks at the pen.
~*~