Erich, karoliena,and Cassie were sitting on a hotel bed playing cards. It was midday and they had a long time to wait until they had to get ready for their show tonight. By this time,they had seen and done everything in Branson. It wasn't worth going out ,so they sat inside and played cards.
Cassie: any twos?
Karoliena: go fish.
Cassie:* tossing the cards on the bed.* I hate go fish. We're fucking adults. Let's play a real card game.
Erich: I don't know anything else.
Cassie: I thought all men knew how to play poker.
Erich: oh,I know how to play-
Karoliena: *interrupting Erich * nope. Nobody needs that bad of a joke at 11am. Nobody
Cassie: well,I'm not playing strip go fish. I have standards.
Erich: I'm not playing that !
Cassie: oh fuck off,like either of us would tell on you.
There is a rapid knock on the door. The frequency and height of the knocks divulges the fact Erica is on the other side.
Karoliena: go away. No short bitches allowed... other than Cassie.
Cassie: fuck you.
Karoliena: I'm planning to. *Karoliena's eyes light up and she hops off the bed, grabbing erichs arm.she tugs him to the door and shoves him outside.* Hi Erica,bye Erica. Take this and be scarce for a couple hours. *Karoliena shoves a fistful of money at Erica, briefly hugs her and pops back in the room. The door locks can be heard locking.*
Erich: I have my own money,I'm not a god damned invalid! *Shouted at the door.*
Erica: I don't. *She gleefully stuffs the money in her pockets.*
Erich: so what brings you here? Harlots annual clue game fall through?
Erica; nah, Nina's got tummy issues. I told her: "bitch,don't eat the seafood omelette from IHOP." But did she listen to me? Nooooooo. Looks like I'm vindicated as hell.
Erich: oh..it's not everyday you get to hear about the IHOP shits.
Erica: IHOP is great though.
Erich: no. It most certainly isn't. Waffle house. Now that is the affordable breakfast dining experience that makes men men.
Erica: but I'm not a ma-
Erich; not with that attitude,you aren't. C'mon. There's a bar in the lobby.
Erica: ew. That place looks like an old TV Western. I've seen less leather in bars catering to leather daddies.
They both start walking towards the elevator. Erich kicks the button. He doesn't want to touch the thing. It's much like touching the flush handle of a public toilet. It's gross.
Erich: wait...what have you been doing at a leather daddy bar?
Erica: Gretchen makes a surprising amount of deliveries to them. I was expecting waaaay more hot and lonely socialites with her line of work. But,nope. It's leather daddies.
Erich: hmm. Learn something new each day.
Erica: yeah,the amount of large hot pants she's had to measure...the sack is always like resting on her hand. Ugh.
Erich: she must really go through the hand sanitizer.
Erica:like you wouldn't believe.
The elevator arrives and the two step inside. It's early morning so most other hotel dwellers are at the breakfast table. Our heroes are looking for strong drink and good times.Once inside, Erica hits the button for the lobby.
Erich: you would think karoliena would know better than to send us out,alone.
Erica: right? She does realize the likelihood of us being incarcerated before the day is out is.....well,it's pretty likely.
Erich; she gave us money.that means she condones whatever we get into.
Erica: you...um...got anything?
Erich: *digs in his pockets, producing 4 sheets of acid, several
peyote slices,and a bottle of ether from his jacket pocket.* You?
Erica:*nods her approval and does the same. She produces a comically large bag of weed,several packets of powder in several shades of white, and her own sheets of acid.* WONDER TWINS,FORM OF CHAOS!
Erich and Erica rapidly race to ingest all the acid and peyote they can before the elevator doors open. They each end up with a massive dose of each drug. This was mk ultra levels of chemicals. they would either have the time of their lives.....or become the next unibombers.
The elevator opens into the lobby where several middle Americans are checking in or out. They had pasty skin,so one could see they never saw the sun. They all looked like extras from any 1980's summer camp movie. The bar was over to the right. Much like Erica's assessment,it did look very Western. Loads of plastic cow heads mounted on the wall. Orange walls with cowboy and saguaro silouttes everywhere. Erica and Erich take some cow printed stools and prepare for drinks and the inevitable start to their trip.
Bartender: she has to go. We can't serve her.
Erica: *pissed* oh really?! Why is that? *She folds her arms and waits expectantly*
Bartender: you have to be 21 to drink. Even in wild Branson.
Erica:*instantly starts giggling* oh stop,you sweetie. *Erica slaps her ID on the counter* I've been over 21 for at least 6 years.
Bartender: 6?! More like-
Erica: *interrupting* I'll take a rum and coke.
The bartender nods and raises his eyebrows to erich.
Erich: make it two.
Bartender: *working on the drinks* a bit early to be drinking ,isn't it?
Erich: not for two rough and tumble people like us. Add two mojitos,my good man.
Erica:* looking at the flyers for shows in town* this jim Stafford show...it any good? Oh ,add 4 shots of tequila to this order.
Bartender: his humor can be a bit Racey.
Erich: 4 beers, please. Stella,none of that Budweiser stuff. *also now eyeing the flyer* three dog night?! I thought they were dead!
Bartender: no. They just perform like it.
Erica and Erich crack up laughing and start drinking their ample supply of drinks.
Erica: *reading* dolly Parton's Dixie land stampede? Dude,we have GOT to go.can you imagine the freaks that go to that thing!?
Erich: shit yeah, we need to get there as soon as this peaks. I dont want to miss a single moment. It'll be like riding inside the enema of America. And by God, we're riding that colon cleanse as far as it'll take us.
The bartender leaves soon after. The drinks are charged to their room,so there is no need to sit and listen to these two weirdos.
Erica: Dolly could still get it.
Erich: of course,we aren't Communists.
The next few hours are spent drinking and talking about the show schedule,life in general,and the proper care of pet weasels. It was then the drugs started to make their presence known,like a drunken brother in law at a bris.
Erica: ...so you want to really turn the music up for the weasels. They have tiny ears so that can't really absorb the sound all that well . Barry manilow is the champ's choice for maximum weasel growth.
Erich: then we'll dethrone the champ,by God. Hess brand weasels will become the premier choice for Mustela enthusiasts.
Erica: *wiping her brow* it's fucking sweltering in here. We need to get some air before we die.
Erich: I think the bartender is too scared to tell us to leave,so he just opened the top of the building to let the sun bake us.
Erica: convertible building? No doubt this was a Mormon open air brothel at one time. * Shakes her head sadly*
Erich: well ,the Osmonds spent a disproportionate amount of time here.
The pair slide off their stools and make their way to the door. The alcohol made the act hard enough. The hallucinogens kicked things up to ghost n goblins levels of difficulty by turning the patterned carpet into a void of teeth and tentacles.
Erich: mind the gaping maw, it'll consume you as Soon as look at you.
Erica: *she starts throwing sticks of gum from her pocket to the floor* here,chew on this! I'm all stringy and don't freshen breath.
Erich and Erica awkwardly tip toe out the bar and into the lobby. they try to keep their feet on the white baseboard that frames the room. Even stone sober this would be akin to competing in Olympic gymnastics. So the pair look like idiots who occasionally jump on the walls..
Little kid walking with his mom to check-in: people still play "the floor is lava"?!
Kid's mom: shhh. They are probably foreigners with was different than our own .
Erich: * easily overhearing this* this isn't the junior chamber of commerce!
Erica and Erich make a leap of faith from the walls to a luggage cart. Miraculously,they both make it. The momentum causes the cart to lurch forward and roll towards the street.
The doorman dutifully opens the door so the cart can roll out .
Doorman: very good,sirs.
Erica: *throwing money at him* we're the best sirs!
Erich: very good. Keep them buttered up with tips. We'll have this whole damn town on the payroll by nights end .
Erica: then dolly will see we are the real movers and shakers around here. maybe we'll even be put in the Dixieland stampede. You,me,and a horse that does the high dive.
Erich: that act is too good for Branson. That is Vegas all the way.
Erica:*narrowing her eyes as the cart sloooooowly rolls pass some disinterested looking pensioners* that's right,you guys don't deserve our highdiving horse
Old guy: what? High diving whores? I saw the Ziegfeld Follies,I'll have you know . I've seen a whore or two in my time .
Erica:aww,I like him. Lasso him, Erich! We need a wise elder statesman on our team .
Erich: im on it! *Erich removes a shoe and fashions a tiny lasso with the lace . He throws it but it's far too small to reach it's target.* We're too far into bedrock. This lasso will never reach. God damn Barney rubble saw to that . *Erich shakes his fist at the sky in anger* fuck you, Barney!!!
The cart comes to an abrupt stop when the wheel strikes a pebble (hahahaha,get it. Bedrock? Pebble?) Erich and Erica are thrown from the luggage cart and into a small duck pond .
Erica:*screaming because the water is a surprise for her and she thinks she is drowning* I'M SORRY,MR RUBBLE! MY FRIEND KNOWS NOT WHAT HE DOES. WITHDRAW YOUR NEPTUNIAN VENGEANCE, PLEASE......*she splashes madly in the water.
Erich:*spitting out duck flavored water that probably has flesh eating bacteria all in it.* That's why the show was called the Flintstones and not the rubbles. Barney is a son of a bitch.
The pair slip and slide trying to extract themselves from the small body of water....and the layer of slimy duck poop that has sank to the bottom.
end part one.part two soon