Scene VIII de la banc
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Dan and Jay walking to Jelly Rolls. In a scene right out of Cheers, everyone in the place turns and tells, Dan!.
Jay quips, And all the guide books say Super Star TV is gone. I expect to see Woody and Sam at the bar.
Yeah but that would make you Cliff Clavin. Responds Dan.
Jay is about to expound on a little known fact when he notices the bar keeps name is Sam and he decides that discretion is the wiser choice.
The usual Dan. Sam shaken not stirred.
Yes and a beer for Cliffy here. RMD
Hey Jay, Sam says and gesturing down the bar, looks like some seats open over there.
As they head for the seats a mysterious woman hands Sam a fist full of dollars (hey no Clint references, not that the Clint genre wouldnt make for a good parody, but this is Bond thread!). He stirs something
special into Dans Martini and brings the drinks over.
Dan has a sip, Excellent Sam thanks.
Music starts. Dan turns to Jay. We need to get a look around. Care to Dance?
WHAT? blurts out Jay, Dan caught him at the wrong time, and beer foaming out him nose.
Look at the dance floor. Dan replies, all same sex couples.
First weekend in June already? Jay asks, adding as he gets up, my lead on the slow songs.
They dance around the room, checking things out cheek to cheek. Dan feels a tap on his shoulder and a distinctly feminine voice asks. May I cut in?
Jay starts to protest and Dan gives him a dope slap. Jay snaps out of it and checks over the interrupter. He is very please with the upgrade. A beauty. Hello Beauty He says thinking 'Even better than the Babe EROS posted and no fork!.'
Hello yourself big boy. Beauty and Jay waltz off. Jay is answering questions about his zodiac sign.
Hello Mr. Dan. Our hero hears whispered in he ear. A green sequined arm reaches lightly for his. There is an opening at the Baccarat table someone there who would enjoy your company.
Dan drinks in the long evening gown and says, It would be a shame if we didnt become more intimately acquainted first.
She smiles but steers him to the card table.
Dan, Routmandan? ask a particularly elegant woman in white sitting at the table, Do please join us. She gestures to an open seat.
And may I ask who I have the pleasure of playing with? Dan asks.
The reply polite but definitive, I find table talk takes away from the game, dont you.
Cards are played and chips exchanged with only words like Banco, Chemin de Fer and Punto spoken the Croupier. It sound so impressive but it probably means something like, have any Jacks? Go fish..
A cocktail waitress brings Dan the drink he left at the bar. He rewards her with a generous stack of chips. Naturally he is quickly collecting all on the table.
A toast to your good fortune Mr. Dan. The elegant woman raises her glass.
Sensing an opportunity to learn more Dan raises his glass. and to the return of yours, Ms.
what was the name again?
Their glasses touch with a ring and as he sips she says, I didnt say, Mr. Dan. Goodnight.
Goodnight? Didnt we do a m-m-movie togetttherrr? Dans thinking is slow and his word slurred.
..not..name ..Dan.. he hears. He is falling to the floor and he hears a commotion. He notices short hairs clinging the hem of elegant womans dress. Realizing his drink was stirred not shaken he begins to blackout understanding it was drugged too.
"Nyquil!" he mutters.