Chapter Three - Beauty and the Fatman
"Oh my God, where the hell is my mascara?" Shannon shouted, tipping her makeup bag upside down and searching through its contents for her mascara.
"Sorry dude; I was hungry."
"Hurley?" Shannon screamed, jumping around and looking at the big guy, black around his mouth. "You ate my makeup?"
"Yeah dude, and the kids dog?"
"Vincent?" She asked.
"Yeah, got him too." Hurley pulled out a dog collar from his back pocket.
Shannon stared at him for a moment before sitting back on the floor and sighing. What with these chicks taking up Boones time, no one was there to worship her every need. No one to tell her how pretty she was, or what a bitch she could be - what a hard life she had.
"Hey dude, you're like really pretty but can sometimes be a bitch". Hurley said, sitting next to her, creating a small earthquake in the process.
"Really?" Shannon said, raising her eyebrows.
"I hate my life Kate." Jack said moodily.
"Yeah, well I've got a really tough life - pity me!" Kate shouted back at him, adjusting her cleavage once more.
"I don't like being a doctor." He replied moodily.
"Get over it and pity me God damnit!"
"My dad hates me." Jack began to sulk, moodily sitting down and sighing.
"Yeah well, my postman hates me because I kept moving address. Now, you try and put up with that!" She said, pacing the caves.
"My postman was called Fred." Jack looked towards her, shooting her a moody look.
"Freddy Mercury?"
"No." He replied moodily.
"Hey Jack -" She began, sitting next to him and looking into his eyes.
"Yes?" Jack asked, softly but also in a moody tone.
"Does orange look good on me?"