The scene is set this morning inside that of the living room of the home, the usual lo-cal. The TV is on, a picture of the the western United States with weather cycles as some weather man is heard speaking about a winter storm. Dorito is sitting on the couch against the wall, just laying his head down as he stares blankly at the television set, while CJ is in the kitchen along with Molly, who stands just outside of it. She turns her head back toward Alicia's room.
Molly: Yo Alic'! Will ya hurry yo ass up? We gotta get out of here!
CJ: Fucking storm. And we have to leave now to fly to Nashville?
Molly: Nashville? I thought we were going to Louisville.
CJ: I don't know.
Christy walks out of Alicia's room, looking at Molly and CJ.
Christy: She's almost ready.
Molly: It would've been so much better if we knew about this like six hours ago.
Christy: Molly, it was announced that long ago. It's just that if it wasn't for your quick channel surfing and CJ's eagle eye for colors and asking why the coast was pink and white, well, we probably would be waking up tomorrow afternoon to a big surprise.
Molly: No fucking kidding. Three feet of snow here in LA alone by end of tomorrow?
CJ: It's hyort.
Christy: I'm guessing that's stupid.
CJ: That's ridiculous.
Christy: So it's ridiculous to be stupid?
CJ: No, I meant that hyort is ridiculous.
Christy: Oh, well, I'm sorry. Or, hyort for saying it was stupid.
CJ: Sssure.
Molly: Ah, can't you just feel the love in the room?
Christy looks over at Dorito for a few seconds, then back at Molly.
Christy: Sure.
Dorito: Hey, the guy's saying there's supposed to be all sorts of power outtages and stuff for the next couple of days. Complete mayhem, probable looting.
Christy: Ooh, you sure you don't want to come, D?
Molly: He can't Christy, you know.
Christy: Oh yeah...that.
Molly: Besides D, we need someone here to guard the house. You know of all those perverted wrestling mark fans on the net who probably know where we live and such.
CJ: Well, Alicia could move.
Christy: It could be worse.
Molly: How the fuck could it be worse? Huge fucking storm coming, been getting hit with them for the past week, and now this one starting really soon.
Christy: Well, I tried calling the Bartuzzinnis earlier and I guess there was someone saying they couldn't talk on the phone cause they were busy talking about being cold and wanting to go to Key West to visit Rico or somebody.
CJ: You tried calling them after what they tried to Kassie?
Christy: What? I was just trying to say hello and maybe try working up a nice conversation, you know, settle a feud through words instead of fighting. Less people get hurt that way you know.
Molly: That's the stupidest thing I ever heard!
Dorito pops his head up, turning his body over to look toward the girls.
Dorito: At least she tried.
Christy: Thank you Dorito.
Dorito: Although frankly I would've just tried...
He spaces off for a few seconds, then looks down at the floor.
Molly: Yeah, you could try that again D. Go on, come along, I'm sure we can sweet talk some Greyhound bus driver for a couple of minutes while you take it to the arena, and then splat! No more Bartuzzinnis!
Christy: That's seriously not funny Molly. He's not even allowed into West Virginia because of what he did to Sonic.
Molly: Wait, it's in West Virginia?
CJ: Oh yeah! Charleston, that's where Dorito...
The room goes silent for almost a minute, with everyone sorta looking down, before Christy speaks up.
Christy: I wonder what's keeping Alicia. We've got to be getting to the airport and I'm sure the taxi should be here pretty soon. It's going to be hell if we don't get out of here soon.
Molly: I know she's going to be pissed having to go to a dump like West Virginia on a tuesday night flight to stay in a hotel for a couple of days. And with nothing to do in a hotel or hill-billy town, ugh.
CJ: Well why are you going then?
Molly: Why? Cause I don't wanna be stuck here with him!
She points over at Dorito.
Molly: And frankly, I'm scared to think of what he's going to do when he's here all by himself for the next few days.
Christy: Well Kasandra said she's going to be leaving on a plane too from Seattle shortly just incase it does reach up there.
CJ: Well if we can't find a rave, then we'll start our own.
Molly: Better be one.
Christy: I'm gonna see what's keeping her.
Christy turns and walks back toward the room, the scene fading out for now.
