TraceyG notices that J'inn has run out of ginn again... and out of nowhere appears another unopened bottle from the esky she's sits atop of beside J'inn.
"This fire isnt looking too good, KAT!" remarks TraceyG.
Refilling his glass, J'inn ponders upon what might spice things up a little. Hmmm, the Fed PF's trick didn't work, the tin of gasoline is almost empty, but the thread is yet young.
He thinks to himself, "Well, self, if something doesnt happen soon... this gin will put me to sleep... any ideas TraceyG?"
J'inn reclines back in his chair, and closes his eyes, waiting.
He is startled when all of a sudden he hears music being played from his old tapedeck he hasn't seen in years, its playing an ancient melody with slow trumpets and raunchy trombone tones.
"I think I might have an idea" whispers TraceyG seductively.
J'inn sits up to hear the sound of zipper being unzipped and looks up to see TraceyG atop the esky, and almost drops the ginn glass when her jacket is hurled at him! A few little twists and turns later, J'inn yells, "Yeah baby!!" and doesnt bother to duck when the skirt lands on his head. TraceyG turns around and slowly begins to unfasten the bra clip, when J'inn sniffs the air and smells something burning...
He wakes up with a start to see his feet have caught on fire! "Agggggggh!"
"I was wondering when you'd notice..." TraceyG says, right before a very large bucket of cold water lands all over the beleagured KAT!! J'inn cries again, "Agggggggggh!"
"What happened to the music... and everything... " his voice trailed off to a whimper, "and my glass is empty... and now I'm cold too!"
"You're wet as well."
"I was dreaming again, wasnt I?"
TraceyG refills the shivering KAT's glass of gin, and says, "You don't really want me to answer that, do you??"