(Part II)
Shulky rolls her eyes as Herc keeps whining "Dammit... they didn't even give me a chance... settin' me up like that... it ain't right, I tell ya'..."
In the alley behind the poker room, they stumble across the passed-out body of WonderMan... " it just ain't -- hey, wait a minute -- is that Simon?"
Shulky taps WonderMan on the noggin "Wakey-Wakey, Mr. Passed-Out, what the hell happened to you?" -- Then Jen notices the rope-burns and star-shaped indent of a head-butt -- "Oh... nevermind... Damn, Herc, you really were set-up... Guess we should have been suspicious. I mean, she kept doubling-down on her... "pairs"..., no matter how many times we said we were playing Hold'em, and not Black Jack..."
Herc yells " I KNEW IT! THOSE DAMN BASTERDS SET ME UP! I COULDA' BEAT THE HELL OUTTA ALL OF 'EM WITH MA' MACE... I mean... *you* believe that, don't you, Jen...?"
Shulky looks at the readers again. *Sigh* "Sure, hon, whatever you say..." -- "DON'T SAY IT LIKE THAT! IF THAT BYTCH HADN'T BEEN THERE, I COULDA'... I WOULDA'... IT WOULDN'T 'A... I COULD HAVE BEEN A CONTENDER!!!!" *SOB*
Shulky's eyes beg the reading audience to *please* help her get a drunk, beaten Herc outta her cleavage.... *PLEASE?* -- " I mean, you still like me, don't you, Jen?" -- "Uhhhh... "
"Hey there, little lady... do you need some help with your... "friend", there? Why don't you let me... beam you out of here... if you get my drift..." Jen turns and her emerald eyes go gaga for James... "Friend? What friend? *Tosses Herc over with Simon* -"Let's go... I got money to blow... among other things..."