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It is 6 pm at Club 101. A little too early to open, but a small crowd of needy people have already gathered to drink and drown their sorrows. Others are celebrating.
Carly Corinthos walks in the door, numb with shock. She has just come from the penthouse of her ex and is still shaking a little with anger and pain. The Tenant was in Bed with the Control Freak Landlord, she is thinking. I am going to have to kill them. I think I still had some of my favorite shoes under that bed. OOOOH! The sacrilege!
As Carly enters the bar, she is shocked at the sudden noise that erupts upon her entrance. Half the crowd is laughing and saying, "Serves you right!" The other half is crying and saying, "Poor Girl!" Carly knows they are BOTH partially right.
At the bar, Carly is surprised to see, however, an unlikely collection of drinkers, already deep in their cups. So deep, they didn't bother to look up when she came in.
One is Liz Webber. The second is Skye. The third is Kristina. It is Kristina who is holding court. And Courtney. By the hair. Courtney would ordinary be wearing a sulky expression on her face at having her tresses thus manhandled, but in this case, she is feeling no pain. "I have to drink all this champagne," she reasons, "Before AJ gets to it."
"I mean," Kristina slurs, ignoring Courtney, "What IS IT with guys anyway. Ten to one, Alexis ish rolling around on them black sheets now. And she even betrayed Needy's-- I mean Nedly's confidensh. She could have gotten AJ KILLED. I mean, Shonny could be ordering a HIT right now. But does Ned wash hish hands of her?"
"I'll take another hit," growls Liz, her head still on the bar, waving her empty glass at the interesting looking gent tending bar -- the one with more braids than Gia.
"NOOO," continues Krishtina, er Kristina. "Needy doesh NOT wash hish handsh of Elexish. He getsh all hot and bothered about her. HOW COULD HE betray me with my own shister like that? I mean, its practically INSECTS!"
Skye swats the air in front of her experimentally. She is sober, of course, as a recovering alcoholic, but she still appears a little woozy. She ate one too many croissants from France that morning and binged on a little too much Jax, and the sugar shock of being uncharacteristically sweet and well cared for is a little too much for her system.
"I don't know what YOU are complaining about," Sky says caustically, "If it does not work out with Needy, at least you will be free of the Quartermaines. ME? I'm stuck for life. And I tell you, with AJ drinking and not being able to get anyone to listen to me, well, what is a girl to do? How many schemes and plans could YOU come up with to prove that your brother is drinking and that he has married your sister in law under false pretenses?"
Courtney's young brow wrinkles for a moment, and she tries to gather her scattered thoughts. Something about what Skye just said seems wrong, probably something she should take offense at, but the champagne is too strong and she cannot figure it out. "Hey," she says, more for form than anything else, "Don't think I don't know what is going on here. I have a clue. I have lots of clues."
Liz snorts inelegantly. "Shutup," she says to Courtney, "I am tired of your whining. I am tired of your blond hair. Heck, I just met you, and I'm shick of you already." Liz pauses for a moment. Darn, she thinks, that felt good. Just because it felt so good, she says it again,"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!" Gleefully, she pulls herself up on the bar and begins to strut up and down. "Ladies and Sistas, Shut up EVERYONE."
Carly is watching all this in amazement. "What is going on here?" she asks the many braided gentleman tending bar.
"These sister ladies are waiting for the travel agent to arrive to bring them their tickets. They are fed up with their siblings and have decided to go away for a vacation."
Carly raises her voice so the sistas can hear her. "Where are you all going?"
"Nevus mind!" shouts Liz down to her, and then collapses in a fit of giggles. "Get it? Nevus mind!?"
"I don't get it," says Courtney.
"Yeah, we get it." says Kristina and Skye just shakes her head in disgust.
Carly says longingly, "I know we don't any of us actually get along or even like each other. But I have nevus been to Nevus. Are there really no siblings there?"
"None," says Skye.
"Can anyone go?" asks Carly wistfully, hoping someone will ask her.
"They have to have a shibling," says Kristina.
"I have a sibling. Lucas." says Carly.
"Well," says Liz, trying to be fair about it, but really not wanting Carly along. "You can't just have a sibling -- you have to have a gripe about your sibling. They have to have done something TERRIBLE."
"Yeah," nods Courtney, but not to vigorously, since it would pull her hair, "Like MY brother wrecked my honeymoon and tried to throw my husband off a balcony."
"Right," says Liz, "And my sister was kissing my exboyfriend."
Carly thinks hard, "I got it!" she cries, "My brother Lucas has done me wrong too! He never ages, and this makes me look older by comparison! I have to act twice as immature as I otherwise would want to, just to avoid seeming middle aged!"
Kristina gasps, "I'm SHO Shorry, Carly," she says, her tears brimming over with a new age sympatico river of tears (were the club silent, the trickle of the tears would create a soothing white background noise to lull the sistas), "I had no IDEA thingsh were that bad for you....."