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"Jas, Jas, Jas!  I don't know how you can look at yourself in the bloody mirror after what we just saw!"  Georgia cried in hysterics. 

"What did we just see?"

"Elvis!  Gyrating!  DRUNKENLY!"  Rosie's muffled sobs came from a pillow.

Jas bit her lip.  "You know, there are worse things than a gyrating Elvis."

"Oh, name one."  Georgia glared at Jas.

"Well, you know."  Jas went back to the mirror.  "Things."

"Name some."

"Don't."  Rosie argued.  "My brain doesn't want to know."

"But mine does."  Georgia said promptly. 

The doorbell rang and Rosie rushed to answer it.  There were excessive kissing noises and Jas rolled her eyes.

"What aren't you telling me, Jas?"  Georgia hissed.

Jas blushed.  "I'm wearing a thong."

"I already knew."  Georgia said hurriedly.  "But honestly, what's larking you?"

"Something Tom told me earlier today."

"Do continue."

"Georgia!  Jas-y Poo!"  Dave came in with Tom by his side.  "Dahhh-ling!  It's been a long time!"

"Tom, could we have a minute please?"  Georgia asked.

"Georgia, no."  Jas grabbed her sleeve.  "Don't-."

"Jas is pregnant?"  Rosie's eyes widened.

"Where the bloody hell did you get that?"  Dave asked.

"Jas is getting fat."  Rosie joked.

"Am not!"  Jas ran away to look at her profile in the mirror.

"Tom, what did you tell Jas earlier today that's worse than a gyrating Elvis?"

Tom blushed.  "She didn't tell you?"

"Clearly not!"  Georgia cried.  "Why the bloody hell would I ask you if I already knew?"

"Er… I'll tell you tomorrow, shall I?"

"No, you'll tell me now!"

"Can't.  Sorry.  Tell Jas I'll see her tomorrow."  And Tom left.  Georgia tried to run out the door after him but Sven picked her up and kissed her on both cheeks.

"Bush bird!"  He crowed happily.

*****

Mr. Attwood had never had such a hangover.  He decided to call his wife; he deserved to be yelled at for awhile.  It would convince him that the headache was not so bad.

Damned phone!  Where the hell is it?  He found it under a pair of sodden pants and was repulsed by the smell.  He wished he hadn't gotten so pissed.  Wasn't exactly his most brilliant move.

He dialed the number of his wife's hotel.

"Hello?"

"Hey, I was completely smashed last night."

"Oh, me too.  I've got the worst hangover."

Mr. Attwood was shocked.  His wife was anti-alcohol as the next religious freak.

"You… you were?"

"You were there R-."  She paused.  "Frank?"

"Um, yes?"  There was another pause.  "Who was there, Isabel?"

"No one."  There was a knocking sound in the background.  "Hold on, Frank."  There was a muffled come in from her end.  Then, to Mr. Attwood's utter horror there was an I missed you so much today, babe.  And even worse a: hold on, my… spouse is on the phone. 

"Frank?  I've got to go, an… important client."

"You don't have…" Click.  "Clients."

                                                        *****

"There sits Elvis in HEARTBREAK HOTEL!"  Georgia sang horribly off-key.  Jas hadn't shown up in school that day so Georgia and Rosie were alone on the grounds.  Elvis wasn't his usual evil self, in fact, his was bizarrely quiet.  He didn't even criticize Georgia's caterwauling.

"What's eating you, Elvis?"  Rosie asked. 

"The worms."  Georgia explained.  "See, he's dead, but he still doesn't know it."  They started to leave the school grounds.  "I'm just glad he's not dancing."

"Hey!  You two!"  Elvis called out hoarsely.

"NO!  We swear we didn't see you last night-."

"Do you know anyone in New Zealand?"

Rosie and Georgia stared at each other in confusion.  "Yes…?"  Rosie answered.

"Oh.  Possibly a boy, a bit older than you?"

"Yeah."  Georgia looked crookedly at Elvis.  "But you're not going to make moves on him, are you?  He doesn't swing that way."

Elvis glared angrily.  "No."  And forgot what his next question was going to be.