Disclaimer: I don't own Wild ARMs 3, or James Bond, but I do however own Wild ARMs: Battle Attack! Well, sort of anyway... Please don't sue. I'm poor and I have to eat!
DAY 3 – Dirty Dancing
2:30 A.M – Gallows' House
"Jet! Save me!" Virginia yelled, hanging off a cliff, seconds away from losing grip and having to let to.
"I'm coming!" Jet dashed over as fast as he could. Just as she let go and was about to fall to her doom, Jet grabbed her hand. He hauled her up and she fell on top of him.
"You're my hero, Jet!" Virginia pulled him into a tight embrace. Then Jet began to notice something.
"God, Virginia, you weigh like three guys, you're crushing me!" Jet began struggling for air.
Virginia couldn't hear him, and continued to hug tighter.
"AR-mmffmfff..." Jet woke up, and tried to scream, only to take in a lump of flubber into his mouth. Gallows' flubber. His stomach was on top of his head. He also noticed pressure on his abdomen and legs, and judging from the weight difference, they were respectively Virginia and Clive. It seemed they all were too tired after their little escapades to realize they had all climbed into the same bed.
"Mfgrhee (what the hell)?" Jet tried to move him off, but he was fast asleep. He tried to kick him off with legs, but Clive was too heavy, and Virginia would get in the way too. He relaxed for a moment to think of a way off.
"MRHRR (got it)!" Jet said before grinning evilly, well, as evil as possible with Gallows' beer gut in his mouth. Jet took a deep breath, and a mouthful of flab, then bit down. Hard.
"OWWWWWWW!" Gallows woke with a bloodcurdling yell, then fell to the floor clutching his stomach.
"Good morning to you too, Pork Chop." Jet gasped for air. Virginia and Clive had awoken from Gallows' scream.
"Did something happen?" Clive asked with sleepy eyes. He was so exhausted that he still had all his clothes on, which Jet was thankful for. He looked down on the floor to see Gallows rolling around in agony, then just sighed and went back to lying down on Jet's legs. Virginia didn't even get up when she awoke, instead clutching tightly onto Jet. She was only wearing her nightgown, causing Jet's eyes to wander over her. He blushed and tried to keep his eyes on her face.
"Hey Jet!" She said playfully. Her eyes were closed and she was cuddling Jet's torso like a stuffed toy, too exhausted to get up.
"Hey..." He said, too embarrassed to watch her hug him. He made to sit up, hoping she'd let go, but she didn't. As Jet sat up on the bed, she continued to clutch him. It looked like the poster of a clichéd action film. (You know those movies that had that guy standing there all macho, and with a semi-naked woman hugging his leg and looking up at him? Something like that)
Clive finally got off of Jet's legs and stood up, yawning and scratching himself. "Well, I see that we were all so tired that we slept on the same bed. Care to tell us what you guys went through?" Clive chuckled like a serial killer.
I'll make you a deal. You don't wanna know what happened to us, and I sure as hell don't wanna know what happened to you." Jet said, putting his hand to his head to massage it.
Clive thought for a moment, then said "Deal." He didn't want to relive the insane morning he had, even if he was only saying what happened. He never wanted to hear about it again. "Come on, we'd best find out what Halle wants us to do with the new mediums."
Jet nodded and made to get up, but Virginia was still clinging onto him and she had fallen asleep again. He tried to remove her arms, but she apparently had a massive death-grip while she slept. Jet groaned, picked her up, and awkwardly cradled her in his arms, with her still grabbing him like a flytrap. Clive looked at him with an evil grin.
"I see we're having another on of picture moments." He said while walking out the door, dragging Gallows' agonized corpse behind him.
"Just shut up and walk, idiot." Jet said, following close behind.
2:45 P.M – The Shrine
"You're finally all up." Halle didn't even have to turn around to notice them. In front of her were the diamond mediums and the Guardian Technology. "Now everyone sit down, and I'll explain what happened in the Guardian War."
Everyone sat down, and turned their attention to Halle, except Gallows, who was still in considerable pain, and he found a bite mark on him. Ouch.
"This glove here," She picked up the glove, "is known as Lance of Animation. The Guardians wore it in order to focus their energy in a focused beam, a bullet. It works by sapping the Guardians' life energy, then releasing it in a single ball of power, much like an arm, except the bullets come from you yourself." She picked up one of the diamond mediums. "Eventually, the Guardians began to lose energy from the overtaxing effect of using the Lance, and had to store their energy into mediums. However, the Lance had been built so that it could take in a Guardian's power through a diamond, but the Guardians specifically said not to create the diamonds unless necessary due to the effect it would take on the user."
"The effect on the user?" Clive asked inquiringly.
Halle sighed and continued. "A Guardian has the life energy to create at least one million men, one million of you. By using the Lance, they had very little effect until a year of usage, which was when they finally defeated The Fallen and transferred their energy to mediums." She looked to see if they got her drift. Apparently they didn't. She rolled her eyes. "The Lance needs to use energy from the wielder itself, LOTS of energy." She lifted the glove. "This thing is a double-edged sword. In order to beat your enemies, it will slowly kill you. This is why I never wanted to tell you about this, but considering what we are now up against, we have no choice. But that isn't the worst part of this." The gang looked on intently. "This weapon... It takes up the life energy of a single human to fire one shot. If a normal man were to use this, they would die on the spot." Everyone gasped in despair.
"If it kills us from just one shot, what good is it to us?" Clive asked in disbelief.
"I don't want any of us to die using that thing!" Virginia joined in.
Jet just shrugged, and Gallows was still tending his wound. Baby.
"Calm down, you're all forgetting one thing." They looked back to her again. "One of you is not a normal human." She turned her attention to Jet, followed by the eyes of everyone else.
"What?" Jet looked around.
"Jet Enduro, from this day forward, the Lance of Animation is rightfully yours."
"WHAT?" Jet jumped up. "Whaddaya mean, rightfully mine?"
"Filgaia is facing a threat that almost killed the Guardians themselves. They aren't here to protect the planet anymore, and there is no one else capable of wielding the Lance. You are the only one." Halle said mystically. Jet just looked in awe.
"But you said this would kill me!"
"Not you, dear," Halle said. "You have a link to the greatest source of energy, Filgaia itself. It may not be the thriving land of life it once was, but it still has as much energy as a Guardian." Halle walked up to Jet and handed him the glove. "I ask you, on behalf of the people of Filgaia. Will you save us?"
Jet was still shocked about this. "What if I fail? What if I can't do it?"
"I know you can do it, you're the only one." Halle said matter-of-factly.
"I've known you for a long time now, Jet, and I know that deep inside you is a strong, reliable young man." Clive encouraged.
"Much as I hate to say it, punk." Gallows started. "I don't think I'd trust any other punk more than you to do this."
Jet was about to decline still, but Virginia spoke up.
"Jet... I believe in you. I know you can do it. But I don't want you to do it if you don't want to... Just do what your heart tells you to." Virginia looked into Jet's eyes, and Jet felt as though she were looking right into his heart.
"My heart, huh..." Jet whispered, then closed his eyes and thought.
'You don't have to do it, it's got nothing to do with you, right?' He looked at Virginia. 'She believes in me though... Dammit...'
Jet said something very quietly. "...do it."
"What?" Everyone asked leaning in closer.
"I said I'll do it already!" He yelled as he grabbed the Lance. Jet looked angry for some reason, probably trying to hide the fact that he wanted to. Virginia saw straight through him.
"I knew you'd say yes!" She gave him a pat on the back.
Halle motioned for their attention. "Now that that's settled, it's time to show you how to use the Lance. Let's step outside, things could get destructive."
3:25 P.M – Outside the Baskar Colony
Everyone stood in the wasteland, waiting to hear what Halle had to say.
"Jet, there's something you should know about the glove you wear on your hand." She pointed to Jet's right hand with her stick. "This glove is also a piece of Guardian Technology."
"What?" Everyone said in amazement.
"It isn't like the Lance though, it wasn't made for destructive purposes. It's a restraint. It prevents the body from releasing more than a set amount of life energy at a time. In other words, it's a limiter." Halle reached out for the glove. "Now, I'm going to pull this off, and when I do, I want you to concentrate on any differences you feel in your body." Jet nodded. "Ready?" She pulled off the glove, and Jet suddenly went a little pale, slowly he began twitching, and knelt on the ground. Virginia was about to help him, but Halle kept her back.
"W-What the hell?" Jet didn't take the glove off often, only when he was taking a bath or going to sleep. Now that he was concentrating more, he did notice it. There was a large gush of energy in him.
"What you are feeling right now is the full flow of your life energy. It may take awhile to get used to, but it will make firing the Lance easier." She then took the Lance and handed it to him. "Put it on while you can still feel the energy."
Jet painfully stood up again and took the glove from Halle. After slipping it on, he felt a new sensation – energy flowing from his hand to the glove. The Lance began to glow blue with energy.
"Concentrate! If you just let all the energy flow into it like that, not only would you kill yourself, but no doubt the energy from the attack could destroy Filgaia!" Jet closed his eyes and tried to concentrate more. Slowly, he got the hang of it, and Halle sighed in relief. "Now try taking the energy back from the Lance into your body." Jet concentrated on flowing the energy back, and slowly the glove's glow died down.
"That's amazing!" Clive's eyes were wide with astonishment. "I can't believe we have a weapon used by the Guardians! This is excellent!"
Halle handed Jet one of the medium diamonds. "This is how you insert the mediums into the Lance." She proceeded to open up a flap, just on top of his hand. "You must always remember to put a medium inside when you are about to use the Lance! The medium also serves to lessen the strain by giving part of the energy from the shot, but it still takes enough out of a human being to kill them." Jet powered down and removed the glove, breathing heavily to regain strength.
Jet examined his new glove, the Lance of Animation. It looked near identical to his original one. "If Guardians made these things, how did I end up with my one?"
"I'm afraid I don't know. Guardian Technology is near non-existent, but there may be other ruins that hid them, just like the Intertwining Hearts. Anyway, that's the end of the lesson, we won't fire it because it'll be a waste of energy. Oh, by the way," Halle added. "The Lance is a non-lethal weapon when it comes to The Fallen, it only shuts them down in a way."
"Why doesn't it kill them?" Virginia asked.
Halle cackled like a witch. "You'll understand when you meet The Fallen." She motioned for them to return to the village. "Come, you will need to decide your next move, won't you?"
"That's a good question, what are we gonna do now?" Gallows asked the group.
"I guess... We should find Eroz." Clive said, as they all headed back.
"Yeah, whatever. I'm sure he'll pop out and try to kill us eventually anyway." Jet smugly commented.
3:40 P.M – Gallows' House
They still had no idea what to do. They had been thinking for quite a while, but had no idea where to find Eroz and The Fallen.
"This is boring." Jet said, leaning back on his chair staring at the ceiling. His legs were starting to cramp from so much sitting, so he got up and paced around the room.
"Well, I got nothin'." Gallows said with a sigh, starting to feel hungry from all that thinking.
"Since when have you had anything?" Jet copped a vase to the head for that.
"I guess we should look around for information. We're getting nowhere just sitting here all day." Virginia suggested. Clive looked up at her.
"You have a point. I guess we should just travel around to places he may be at." Clive stood up. "Well, the sooner we start, the better." Suddenly, Gallows' stomach erupted with a huge rumble. "... Er, I guess we should eat first." Clive laughed. At the sound of his stomach, everyone realized they were pretty hungry. So the gang agreed that after eating, they'd leave to search for information.
4:00 P.M – The Unknown Location of The Fallen's Base
"So, you want us to watch for this white-haired bloke, and fight him without holding back?" A man with spiky hair said. He spoke with an Australian accent "Mate, we fought the bloody Guardians yonks ago, and now you want us to take on a single human? That's bloody outrageous!" He was dressed in tight, leather pants and a jacket, similar to Jet's attire, but somewhat more rugged.
"Oh contraire, my friend. He isn't a human being. In fact, I felt the Aura of Zero. I found the Thirteenth!" He grinned with excitement. "The War of Redemption is finally coming! Just as He told us!"
"The Thirteenth? You actually found him?" The man had a deep, American accent, much like Eroz. He wore black entirely. Black pants, black shirt, and a black trench coat. He also wore black goggles, shielding his eyes entirely. "I can't believe you met him and didn't die instantly. Almost three millenia now since we last met." He sounded uninterested in the matter. His Aussie friend on the other hand, was grinning with anticipation.
"Crikey, we should tell the others, mate! They'll be roaring up the barbie with joy!" The Aussie ran off to call the others. The dark man shrugged and left afterwards.
"So, Zero, looks like we found your program... Hahahaha!" He laughed out, the walls echoing his voice throughout his lair. "Time to wake you from your sleep."
4:30 P.M – Gambler's Heaven
The drifters had arrived at a new location; the biggest city ever built, known as the Gambler's Heaven. Gunner's Heaven had decided to start a branch of new areas, and had scheduled to build plenty more 'Heavens' all around Filgaia. Everyone looked on in awe.
"This place is huge! I've never seen buildings so tall!" Virginia said, tilting her head up a lot just to see the top of the shortest building.
"I guess this would be a great place to start looking." Clive said, and led them into a nearby bar called 'The Rolling Dollar'.
The bar itself was amazing. Compared to the regular bars they were used to, this place was paradise. Bright lights shone throughout the large business, with a bar, enough tables for a restaurant, and a dance floor, where many guests dressed in fashionable suits were strutting their stuff. The Maxwell gang looked highly out of place in the futuristic atmosphere.
"Woohoo! This is my kinda town!" Gallows grinned broadly before taking a seat at the bar and ordering himself a beer. He received a very high-class mug of high-quality beer. He took a swig and melted with delight. "Great brew!"
The others sat with him, except Jet, who chose to stand.
"Gallows, keep in mind we came for information." Clive reminded their friend.
"And not here to watch you get drunk and strip." Jet whispered, rolling his eyes.
"Oh right. Hey barkeep!" Gallows called. When he arrived, a very posh man wiping a glass, Gallows spoke on. "We're looking for information on a group of guys called The Fallen. Any idea where we could start?" The bartender thought for a moment, then looked back at the crew.
"Well, I wouldn't know specifically where to get that info, but if you want to find out anything, try going to the Black Cards Casino, lot of important men gamble there. It's a very pricey casino, though, and you'll need to play to get attention from the head honchos. The best players in the hall usually meet with the suits in private game sessions."
"I guess it's a good start." Gallows said, then tossed him some Gella. "Thanks, man." The bartender bowed and continued his rounds. The group huddled together for a discussion.
"I think this could be it!" Gallows smiled. "If we get on the good side of the high men, we'll have a gold mine of information!"
"One problem though," Virginia said. "Who here actually knows how to gamble well?"
"Well, I used to play poker and craps during my lone riding." Jet said indifferently. "But I doubt they'll let me in. I don't look old enough."
"I'm know the theory of the gambling games, but I've never played a real game." Clive explained. "I'm sure it wouldn't be too hard though."
"Well, like Jet, I don't think they'd let me in either. Besides, gambling isn't my thing." Virginia commented.
"Ha! I should be able to do it!" Gallows said happily. "I used to play blackjack quite a bit with the villagers! I didn't exactly win a lot... But I do know how to play!" Everyone looked at him hopelessly.
"I guess that means the best candidate for this would be either Gallows or myself. We shouldn't send both of us, we don't have enough money for that." Virginia and Jet looked at Clive, then at Gallows, then back at Clive.
"Clive should go." They chimed together. Gallows fell down in defeat.
"Very well then. Let's secure some rooms first. I'll collect some more information here, so you three get the rooms and I'll arrive shortly." The others nodded and left to find a hotel.
5:00 P.M – Blue Mermaid Hotel
Virginia and company managed to find a hotel nearby and proceeded to book rooms. After a hefty discount through some negotiation from Jet (very forceful negotiations) they took their rooms and waited for Clive.
Jet was sitting in his room staring at the ceiling. The room was quite an eyeful, with beautiful furniture, beautiful bed, beautiful everything. Jet was, as usual, not overly interested.
"I'll take a walk." He said out loud to no one in particular. He stepped out and went into the lift. He examined the buttons to find somewhere to go. He saw a button labeled 'Social Room', and pushed it. The lifted started with a jolt and plummeted down.
PING.
The doors opened to reveal a large circular room, with the elevator in the middle. Games, dance floors, and other various past times littered the area. Jet stepped out and took a look around. Loud music raved, and many people were dancing. Jet looked on for awhile before getting bored and moving on to the games section.
'What's this?' He looked on to find a game called 'Wild ARMs: Battle Attack!" It was a fighting game involving ARMs. Jet found himself interested, so he sat down and inserted a coin. He selected a character he felt looked almost exactly like him, also wielding a similar sub-machine gun. He looked on to challenge his first opponent.
GAME! KET VS. SHALLOWS! READY? DRAW!
The fight began and Jet jammed on the shoot button, launching a barrage of lead into Shallows, who looked peculiarly like Gallows. Apparently he was also as stupid as Gallows, and took the full force of the barrage.
"Yes!" Jet punched the air in victory.
SHALLOWS IS KNOCKED OUT! KET WINS!
The next round was about to begin against someone called Glive, but then a challenger on the other end had joined the fray.
NEW CHALLENGER! GAME! JET VS. AYA! READY? DRAW!
Jet once again pounded on the shoot button, but Aya, who looked familiar, had managed to dodge them all, firing back with her handgun. Ket took a little damage, causing Jet to scowl in annoyance.
"I'll get you!" Jet said as he reloaded his ARM. He took cover behind a pillar, waiting for the reload to finish. Just as it did, Aya came out guns blazing. Ket's HP was chipped even more. Suddenly, Aya shouted 'I won't hold back now!' and pulled out a huge minigun. Ket ran and took cover behind a wall.
"Crap!" Jet tried to work out what to do, then saw a button labeled 'special'. He waited for the minigun to stop, then jumped out and pushed the special button.
'Let's do it!' Ket yelled. 'Gatling attack!' Ket used the move common with many drifters, emptying his clip like it was nothing. This time, every shot hit, and Aya was down for the count.
AYA IS KNOCKED OUT! KET WINS!
"All right!" Jet took a breath and relaxed again. He saw a shadow on the floor, his challenger had walked up to meet him. He looked up to be greeted by a familiar face.
"Long time no see!" Maya smirked.
4:40 P.M – Virginia's Room
Virginia had spent the majority of her time looking at herself in the mirror. She had been feeling more conscious recently about her appearance, no doubt something to do with Jet.
"If I don't do something, he might end up with someone like that perverted doctor!" Virginia pouted. "I have to get a new look!" She decided.
She had tried doing things like wearing new dresses, courtesy of the hotel. But none of them suited her very well, and most of them were very flimsy in design. She tried using make-up, but decided it was too much trouble to keep applying every day. Then she tried changing her hair.
"Hmm..." She removed her braid and her headband, then combed it straight. She took a look at herself with the plain straight look. After a bit of examination, she decided it just wasn't her, then found some curlers in the desk.
"Worth a shot..." She said, as she put them on. After awhile she pulled them off, leaving behind curls. She looked in the mirror to check. "Not bad." She commented. She then decided to keep it for awhile, at least until hearing Jet's opinion.
KNOCK KNOCK.
"Come in!" Virginia said. The door opened to reveal Clive. "I finished collecting information. How are you guys?"
"We're fine, we've just been sitting in our rooms waiting." She replied. Clive gave her a confused look.
"Really? I checked Jet's and Gallows' room, and Jet was missing." Clive told her. "He's probably gone for a walk or something, knowing him."
Virginia got up. "Probably, but we should go look for him, just in case." She got up and they headed out. "So, what about Gallows?"
"He's sleeping. Let's just head off without him, it's too difficult to wake him anyway." Virginia agreed and they went into the elevator. "I see you've changed your hair. It's nice." Clive complimented. Clive looked at the board and decided to check the games room first, being the most likely place Jet would go out of the locations on the panel.
"Thanks Clive! I thought I'd try something new." Virginia spun around to show him.
"I'm sure Jet will think it's nice also, even if he doesn't say so himself." Virginia went a little pink and giggled nervously.
PING.
The doors opened and they stepped out into the games room. After some aimless walking, they saw Jet standing next to someone at the games section.
"Long time no see!" They heard the girl say. As they walked closer, they noticed it was Maya.
"Maya? What are you doing here?" Virginia asked, secretly hoping nothing happened between Jet and her while she wasn't there. Maya apparently noticed.
"Relax, girl. I'm not here to steal your friend." Jet glanced at them confused. "The boys and I decided to stop by to see the new city, that's all. Didn't think I'd see you all here either. Any reason?"
"Um, it's a long story." Virginia smiled. Maya smiled back. They had become surprisingly friendly towards one another even after past events. "Why don't we take a table and we'll tell you what happened?" Maya agreed, and soon they had all ordered some food and sat at the restaurant section of the games room.
"Wow, you guys've had some ride." Maya said. "So now you're hunting down some group that wants to destroy the world huh?" She laughed. "I guess some things never changed." Virginia joined in, leaving Jet and Clive bewildered.
"It's probably a girl thing." Clive said to Jet, who nodded in agreement.
After having a small meal and a long chat, a message came out on the speakers.
"Ladies and gentlemen! The great three-way dance competition will be beginning soon! The unique competition where it takes THREE to tango! All participants join the dance floor!" Virginia and Maya looked up with glee.
"I wanna enter!!!" They both squealed.
"Another girl thing." Jet said to Clive, who nodded in agreement. Suddenly, the two girls took a look at Jet. He looked at them, then panicked in realization.
"No! There's no way you're getting me on that dance floor!" Jet looked away, but the two girls had gotten up and were standing by his sides.
"Come on, Jet! It'll be fun!" Virginia pulled him up.
"Yeah! What she said!" Maya pulled up his other side.
Jet was about to disagree again, but the speaker boomed in interruption.
"Oh yeah! I forgot to mention that the prizes for the winners are three beautiful diamonds! One for each contestant of the winning group!" Jet suddenly stopped and thought for a moment.
"... Yeah, whatever." He finally gave in to them. Jet was a real sucker for anything with monetary value. Clive wished them luck as he watched them walk over to the dance floor.
"Jet is such a player." He looked on, waiting for the competition to begin.
6:00 P.M – The Dance Floor
Jet, Maya, and Virginia stood on the large dance floor, along with an odd fifteen other teams. People came around to hand them numbers, Jet and company receiving the number thirteen. The announcer grabbed the microphone and signaled the beginning of the competition.
"Okay dancers! The rules are simple! We will play three songs of random genre! To win this, we'll be looking for the best, most unique dancers of the group! The judges will score each group based on originality, enjoyment, and the unique partnerships of the dancers! Good luck to all of you, and let the dancing begin!" He revved up the first track.
"Let's start with some good old hip hoppin' groove! Show us what you got!" Hip hop music began playing, and the contestants began dancing. Virginia expected Jet to feel awkward in this situation, but he was dancing like it was natural for him. Dancing surprisingly well, too.
"Let's go ladies!" Jet said smugly, not even trying to act tough anymore, completely absorbed with winning that diamond. Jet was popping to the music, and Virginia and Maya joined in, having a blast. Jet showed his skill at dancing with style that could shame Michael Jackson. The crowd loved him, and his partners joined in with him. After some mild coordination, they gave a fantastic display of synchronized popping, which earned them some hollers from the crowd. Afterwards, the track ended, and the DJ was back on the air.
"Well, well, well! I saw some fine moves out there from our grooved up contestants! Now we're going to move on to a more intimate style. Tango! Boys, get ready to strut your stuff as you lead your fine, foxy ladies into the dance of passion!" Tango music began playing, the very same that Gallows and Clive had hummed all the time. Jet threw the girls a suave look, causing them both the blush.
"May I have this dance?" Jet said courteously, causing the two to blush even more at the side of Jet they'd never seen. He put out his two hands for them and they took it. Jet practically picked them both up at the same time, and began the dance with a strong dip. The crowd cheered in amazement, as Jet pulled them both up, and spun them out. Then he stepped up to Virginia and took her for a short solo. Jet was leading her by the waist and neck, and doing so very well. Jet spun her out again, pulled her to a stop, then grabbed Maya and spun her in again. After a short solo with her, he let them both go, and tangoed his way to a table, where he picked up two flowers with his mouth, before turning back to the girls and giving a standing performance of his quick feet. They responded with their own moves, and they slowly danced their way together. Jet proceeded to move up close to Virginia's face and motioned for her to grab a flower with her mouth. Virginia did, and then spun Jet out, letting him go. Jet spun then came to a sudden stop, striking a pose at Virginia and Maya. They followed suit, spinning around before striking their own pose. Jet gracefully slid his way to them, moving for Maya to take his second flower. She did so, and Jet picked them both up again, sweeping them off their feet for an even deeper double dip. The crowd went wild. Just as Jet was slowly pulling the girls back up, the music came to a close.
"Well, that sure separated the Casanovas from the wannabes! The judges will now choose our three finalist groups, who will dance the final song! Who will they be?" The crowd waited for the call, while the dancers took a break.
"Wow Jet." Maya said, breathing heavily. "Never knew you were such a fine dancer."
Jet blushed, and apparently the loss of music brought Jet back to his more known self. "Y-Yeah, whatever. You guys aren't bad either."
"You should've told me you could dance so well! I would've loved to watch you!" Virginia said happily, acting as though they hadn't been dancing hard out for the past fifteen minutes.
"Well folks, the results are in! The following three teams are in the finals!" A drum roll began. "Number four!" A group of two guys and a girl dressed in mambo outfits jumped up, receiving a round of applause. "Number ten!" A group of three guys wearing very tight outfits (Oh God!) began posing and acting macho. The crowd laughed and cheered. "And the final team to get into the finals..." Everyone looked in anticipation. "Number thirteen!" Jet, Virginia, and Maya punched the air in delight, receiving an even larger round of applause from the crowd than the other teams. "Thanks to all the other participants, you were great!" The other teams shuffled off, and the crowd gave a friendly clap.
"This is it!" Jet reverted to dance maniac form, looking surprisingly macho. The DJ continued.
"For the final round, we will be revving up the most exotic dance on this side of Filgaia! Dirty dancing!" The crowd cheered in delight, especially the men. "We'll be looking out for the dirtiest, most body-tingling dancing that you guys can dish out! We wanna see some body contact, folks! The more enticing, the better!" Jet and Virginia blushed a little, but Maya seemed exuberant.
"This is really easy stuff! We just gotta get up close with lots of hip movement and a lotta touching! It's simple!" They looked at her, then at each other, and blushed even more. The music came on, slow R&B, and the dancers began to get intimate. The mambo team were really laying it on, the guys shaking their hips on either side as she caressed her body with her hands. I won't even go into what the three men were doing (But I'm sure it could make most of the crowd puke O).
Jet had returned to dance maniac mode, but Virginia was still a little embarrassed. Maya, on the other hand, treated it like second nature.
"Let's go, tiger!" She said seductively, as she slowly and sexily slid her hand along her body. Jet followed on and moved closer, rotating his hips by Maya's leg. The crowd was going crazy. "Come on, Virginia! I know you wanna!" She winked.
Virginia was still a little embarrassed, but she also didn't want Jet getting so close to Maya. So she finally gave in and walked up to them. She grabbed Jet's shoulders and swung him into her direction, then got in close, moving one of Jet's legs between hers as they started swaying exotically.
"I like your hair. It looks great." Jet finally said to her in their close quarters. Virginia smiled seductively. Jet then continued by grabbing her waist and lifting her up, dipping her again, but this time their bodies closer together. Jet pulled her back up, and Maya joined in from behind him, rubbing her back slowly down his. Virginia was doing similar, moving down the front of Jet, slowly playing her hands down his body. The men in the crowd cheered in jealousy. Jet turned and pulled them up by the sides of his body, then bent his knees and sat the girls on them. He then proceeded to rock them around by moving his hips. The crowd cheered at Jet's fantastic move. Soon the music stopped, and the competition was over.
"Well I've gotta say, the dancers weren't the only ones working up a sweat!" The crowd laughed in agreement. "The judges shall now tally the scores for our finalists, and announce the winner!"
The last three groups were ushered to the center of the dance floor. The numbers were called from third to first.
"Third place is awarded to... Team number four!" The crowd cheered, and the three took their bronze medallions. They stood aside, leaving the last two groups – Team Jet and Team Macho (Good lord what'd they do to beat the Mambo team?).
"This is it, second place goes to... Team Number Ten!" The crowd cheered out like crazy, mostly for Team Jet though. The men took their medals and stood aside.
"Ladies and gentlemen! I am proud to announce that team thirteen, these three fabulous individuals, are branded the greatest three-way dancers ever seen in Filgaia!" The crowd yelled and whistled in congratulation. Jet, Virginia, and Maya waved in thanks.
"And here are your prizes!" The man handed them three golden medals, as well as three diamonds. Or at least, what Jet expected to be diamonds.
"Hey, I thought you said we get diamonds!" He said, staring at his fake prize. "What the hell is this?"
"Oh, you must've misunderstood, these are called mirror diamonds. They're quite rare and difficult to make, and are also usually used as a present for someone you care about deeply."
"A present?" Jet stood for a moment, thinking about what could happen giving it to a certain someone.
"Tsk, whatever." Jet shrugged, took his prize, and walked off. Virginia and Maya followed, and they returned to the table where Clive was sitting. He gave them a clap as they returned.
"You three were great." He commended. They sat down in exhaustion.
"Jet was especially." Maya said after catching her breath.
"I agree! Jet was incredible!" Jet went red, remembering how he had acted during his dance trauma.
"Indeed he is!" Clive looked at his pocket watch. "Well, the casino should be opening in a bit. I'd better head on my way." He stood up and stretched. "You guys should get some rest. No doubt all that dancing tired you all out?" They answered with their look. "I'll return tomorrow morning. Good night!" Clive made his leave, and Jet, Maya and Virginia returned to their rooms.
Maya didn't have a room, so Virginia and Jet let her bunk up with them (Not like in bed together, I just mean they're letting her stay over). Maya insisted on staying in Jet's room, so Virginia said she wanted to as well, since his room was closer than her room, and she was too tired to walk all the way. They all went in, and in their exhaustion, all plomped onto Jet's bed, soon falling asleep.
9:00 P.M – The Black Cards Casino
Clive reviewed the information he collected.
'Okay, I'm looking for a balding man with a scarred eye, fairly short, carries a chipmunk around with him. He finds the best players to join the Midnight Gamble private game, where I can find all the high-ranked men of this city.'
He looked around to find him, checking the various poker, blackjack, and roulette tables. He finally spotted him playing on a blackjack table at the other end of the room. He made his way over and took a seat, along with a posh-looking man in a suit, and a woman wearing a sparkling, revealing dress.
"Hello fellow gamblers." Clive tried to sound like a regular, the others looked at him.
"Good evening," He said while stroking his chipmunk. "They call me Leftie."
"The names Pond. Shane Pond." The suit said.
"I'm Sexy." The flimsy woman said. At first Clive thought she was describing herself, but worked out she meant it as her name.
"Um, I'm Clive." He said uncomfortably. It was going to be a long night.
9:00 P.M – The Hotel
'Those guys don't think I can get on the big man's good side, huh?" Gallows grumbled in his room. Then he had an idea. He jumped up.
"That's it! I'll show 'em I can do it!" Gallows jumped up and ran out the door, making his way to the Black Cards Casino.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Author's Notes: I decided that with all that's happening that I should leave the casino to the next chapter. So I'll pick up where I left off, folks! Oh and in case you didn't know, the guys at the table are meant to represent Bond, that evil guy with one eye and a pet, and some random hot chick with a funky name. I own Sexy and the chipmunk, but not James Bond or Mr One-eye D.NEXT TIME!
Clive continues his gambling escapades with his estranged opponents! And Gallows attempts to help in his own, strange way to get inside the Casino and into the Head Honchos' eyes! Will Clive successfully bet his way into the big time? Will Gallows' plan actually work? Will anything funny happen after Jet, Virginia, and Maya wake up to find themselves in the same bed? FIND OUT!