It would be another day in Atlantic City, the crowds are beginning to wake and move about the boardwalk.
VENDORS are setting up their booths, preparing to sell their wares to those who have money to burn.
ANGLE ON - THE GOLDEN CHALICE CASINO
Exiting
through the doors and walking onto the Atlantic Boardwalk are MAX,
MAGGIE, FRANK & AQUA. Max is wearing pressed jeans and a white
t-shirt with a bulls-eye over his heart and written underneath it is 'HIT
THIS!' Maggie is dressed in black shirt and torn jeans. Frank in
a hot pink shirt underneath a black jacket and black pants, while Aqua
wears a cowboy hat, tropical shirt tucked into a denim skirt.
They look like they are ready for action. Walking with a purpose and scanning the crowds.
MAX He's not there.
FRANK He's got to be around here. Somewhere.
MAGS Hopefully he hasn't bolted just yet.
MAX He better not.
AQUA Well, we have only 88 more minutes to find him.
The car traveled on throughout tunnels unknown and passing worlds of
gone-by, should-have-been, the plurealities streaking past the windows all
different but still looking the same.
Suki was waking from a little
sleep. Her eyes flickering open like someone turning on a light
switch. She turned her head and spotted two gifts on the seat beside
her; she glanced around. She saw Max was up at the front of the
car chatting with Bishop, who was leaning up against the door to his
booth. Akimoto was stretched out on the seat in the back, and seemed to
be taking in the downtime with a nap as well.
The presents were
wrapped with tender care and a tear welled up in her eye. Though, she
knew it wasn't the sight of seeing the presents; it was the thought of
them being beside her that made her happy. She had found a new
family.
"Merry Christmas, Suki," Max and Akimoto echoed throughout the subway car.
"What's with the hat?" Trump asked Max. "Planning on putting the smack down on a couple of hookers?" Max looked at Trump and said nothing. He and that cat didn't see eye-to-eye on much, but it wasn't a hateful relationship. It was something akin to brothers who don't agree very often. "Looks good though," Trump added and he went back to licking his paws. Max smiled. Max had on a fedora; it had been given to him as a gift and he felt like he had to wear it. Suki had seen it at a store and picked it up for him. When she presented it to him she told Max, "You call me Shortround I will kick you."
