Re: Hotel -> Lost: Jules & Kitane
[Jules was used to hanging out with the guys in the locker room. Other females tended to send up warning flags. Either they were there for her spot, or they were catty little witches that didn't know when to shut their stupid fat mouths. She had never gotten the chance to hang out with a girl that just wanted to hang out.
She had never gone hunting for a beach in a hotel either, but that was beside the point.
A small protest started when the sword fighting was brought up, because bladed weapons crossed a line. Jules wasn't going to do color at the bar. Plastic cocktail swords didn't exactly cross her mind. However, all of that was promptly forgotten when Kitane made the admission that she didn't know who Jimmy Buffett was.] Oh, no no no no no. [Her free hand started to dig through the pocket of her purple duffel bag, searching for her iPod. Yes, she was listening to Kitane, but Jules wound up with tunnel vision when it came to her bad music. She hated Jimmy Buffett, while loving him at the same time. It was a strange relationship to be sure, but so was everything in her life.]
If I don't get a fancy-schmancy drink in a coconut, I'm going to riot. [Not true, but an easy enough threat to make.] Western Egg? Like an omelette? [Okay, so maybe she wasn't paying as much attention as she should, but she was flipping through all her songs to finally pull up Margaritaville and let it play as they went walking. Well, as Kitane started to open doors.] Jimmy Buffett. [Jules poked her head up and over the other girl's shoulder trying to see what was beyond.] Woah, WOAH! [She grabbed a hold of Kitane's hand tighter and pulled her out of the door.] Stairs. [Jules pointed at the stairwell that steeply went downwards and shook her head.] I don't think that's a beach. Unless it's at the bottom?