Chapter 3
"OK everyone! Lets play Spin the Bottle!"
Within ten minutes she had everyone arranged in a circle around one of the many empty Bacardi Breezer bottles.
"Who wants to go first?"
"I do! I do!" shouted Becky enthusiastically, grabbing a bottle and spinning it. The entire circle concentrated on the outcome - a tense atmosphere ruined only by a thump as Arwen finally fainted due to overindulgence in Bacardi rum.
The bottle ground to a holt pointing towards the crowd of Agent Smiths taking up half the circle.
"It pointed at me!" cried one, standing up.
"No! Me!" cried another.
"It was me!" shouted a third.
"Me me me!" shouted a fourth.
"Who did it point at?" Neo asked Katie despairingly.
"Well - Agent Smith," said Katie weakly.
"That settles it! I'm Agent Smith!" shouted one.
"No! I'm Agent Smith!" cried another.
"I'M Agent Smith!" said a third, pushing the other two aside.
"Can it, you guys!" yelled Katie. "Becky, you'd better kiss all of them."
"Okay!" said Becky happily, disappearing outside with a posse of Agent Smiths following her.
"Wow, look at the time!" said Katie, "Its midnight! Time, everyone! Party's over!"
Katie swung open the door and smelt acrid smoke. The warehouse three doors down was ablaze, and a six foot tall rabbit and a youth in a hooded top stood outside. The rabbit turned towards her and said, "28 days, 2 hours, 57 minutes, 41 seconds-"
"Shut up!" screamed Katie. She glanced across the road to see a group of nine horses and black riders across the road. "Who are you waiting for?" she asked tentatively.
"Baggins," hissed the rider in response as Neo carried out Arwen and dumped her in the back of a taxi, before walking over to a phone box and disappearing.
"Frodo! Your friends are here!" she shouted, pushing the hobbit out of the door.
"But-but-but- HELP!" yelled Frodo as the door closed behind him.
Katie turned to Gandalf and Aragorn. "Right. Out!" she said, opening the back door and bunching them out of it and slamming the door.
She began to tidy up the piles of empty bottles. Maybe she'd throw another one of these next year, she thought, glancing out the window and seeing Gandalf clouting a Ringwraith about the head with his staff and fire engines pulling up outside the warehouse.
The End...........................................or is it?
"OK everyone! Lets play Spin the Bottle!"
Within ten minutes she had everyone arranged in a circle around one of the many empty Bacardi Breezer bottles.
"Who wants to go first?"
"I do! I do!" shouted Becky enthusiastically, grabbing a bottle and spinning it. The entire circle concentrated on the outcome - a tense atmosphere ruined only by a thump as Arwen finally fainted due to overindulgence in Bacardi rum.
The bottle ground to a holt pointing towards the crowd of Agent Smiths taking up half the circle.
"It pointed at me!" cried one, standing up.
"No! Me!" cried another.
"It was me!" shouted a third.
"Me me me!" shouted a fourth.
"Who did it point at?" Neo asked Katie despairingly.
"Well - Agent Smith," said Katie weakly.
"That settles it! I'm Agent Smith!" shouted one.
"No! I'm Agent Smith!" cried another.
"I'M Agent Smith!" said a third, pushing the other two aside.
"Can it, you guys!" yelled Katie. "Becky, you'd better kiss all of them."
"Okay!" said Becky happily, disappearing outside with a posse of Agent Smiths following her.
"Wow, look at the time!" said Katie, "Its midnight! Time, everyone! Party's over!"
Katie swung open the door and smelt acrid smoke. The warehouse three doors down was ablaze, and a six foot tall rabbit and a youth in a hooded top stood outside. The rabbit turned towards her and said, "28 days, 2 hours, 57 minutes, 41 seconds-"
"Shut up!" screamed Katie. She glanced across the road to see a group of nine horses and black riders across the road. "Who are you waiting for?" she asked tentatively.
"Baggins," hissed the rider in response as Neo carried out Arwen and dumped her in the back of a taxi, before walking over to a phone box and disappearing.
"Frodo! Your friends are here!" she shouted, pushing the hobbit out of the door.
"But-but-but- HELP!" yelled Frodo as the door closed behind him.
Katie turned to Gandalf and Aragorn. "Right. Out!" she said, opening the back door and bunching them out of it and slamming the door.
She began to tidy up the piles of empty bottles. Maybe she'd throw another one of these next year, she thought, glancing out the window and seeing Gandalf clouting a Ringwraith about the head with his staff and fire engines pulling up outside the warehouse.
The End...........................................or is it?