Fun In The Sun (Edited and extra chapters) by Repgreece Repgreece (fiction novels to read .txt) 📕

"Has no one ever seen the "Wizard of OZ"?" Sal asked.

They stopped for a second to think.

"You know, those little flying monkeys with little blue and red coats on," Sal explained.

They burst out laughing again.

Adam pointed to Ruth.

"Put...put...put a point on her score... for that... for that one Ruth," he managed to say before the laughter gripped him again.

"Sal," Nick called her, his face alight with amusement. "What was the elephant?"

By this time the rest of the group had thought ahead.

"Dumbo!" they called out in unison, collapsing into laughter again afterwards.

"Are we...are we... right?" Ruth asked.

Sal smiled. "Yeah."

Adam put his hands over his face then and gave into the hysterics.

"And the house out of 'The Wizard of Oz', and the flying horse, Pegasus, and the flying table in 'Mary Poppins', the bed that flew in "Bedknobs and Broomsticks", Roald Dahl's flying glass elevator, and Chitty, Chitty Bang Bang," Sal finished a little short of breath but with a satisfied smile. "How many points did I get?"

The hilarity intensified at her very long list of magical flying things.

"Oh and the bird," Sal added.

"Yeah," Nick said, in a high pitched giggle, "Don't forget the bird, Ruth."

More hilarity ensued.

"Any disqualified?" Sal asked.

Ruth was holding her stomach to try to alleviate the aches that were caused by her excessive laughter which was getting worse by the minute. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to hold back until more giggles burst out of her and she said, "I can't...I can't" she tried again, "I can't disqualify any of them. She...she...she got them all right!"

The room exploded again into laughter once more and Sal slid off her bar stool, watching them all with amusement.

Ruth turned away from the sight of everyone and stood with her back turned to the bar while she struggled to calm herself down and stop laughing.

Adam had a fist to his mouth while he tried to control himself and Fay was draped over his shoulder, having just as much trouble.

Finally, after a few minutes, with a huge calming breath, Ruth turned around. "Right. Let's...let's add up the scores," she said. But her shaky voice and wavering lips betrayed her continued weakness. "Nick, unfortunately you only got two," she said, grinning and biting her lip. She inhaled deeply again. "Adam, you got three..." She glanced at him then, but it was a mistake. His face as he was trying to hold the laughter back just caused her to start giggling again. She shook her head abruptly and went on. "I got four, Fay got eight and Sal..." she paused and closed her eyes for a second before continuing, "got nine and is the...and is the...the... w...w... winner," she finished, giving up on trying to hold it back anymore.

They all cheered, in between fits of giggles, and Sal's face broke out into a big smile. She glanced around at them all, to see everyone of them completely helpless in the grips of uncontrollable giggles. From his bar stool, with a huge grin, Nick reached out, grabbed Sal's arm and pulled her back to him. She stood with her back against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her middle.

"Well done Sal," he giggled into her ear before looking up at Ruth, Adam and Fay again. "The funny thing is," he chuckled, "I meant to give her an easy category but she won it in the most difficult and complicated way!"

They all nodded but daren't speak.

"Wouldn't you all just love to live in Sal's world?" he smiled. "Sal," he began. She leant her head back against his chest and looked up at him. "You're...you're just..." he sighed, "wonderful," he beamed, tightening his arms around her.

"Little flying monkeys," Adam said to himself shaking his head and chuckling after glancing at Ruth.

She put a hand to her mouth and giggled. "In little coats," she added.

"I'm exhausted," Fay announced. "after all that laughing and so many Sambuca shots. Think I need to go to bed now," she said, turning to Adam.

Adam's face lit up at the mention of 'bed'.

"Oh," Sal said a little regretfully. "Can't you have one last drink?"

"I'm sure we could have one last one," Adam answered, glancing sideways at Fay. "Just a small one. One more little Sambuca shot?" he suggested, leaning towards her to add in a whisper, "besides, if you drink one more of those, it'll make it easier for me to have my wicked way with you tonight."

Fay recoiled in shock. "You are no gentleman," she said to him.

He grinned. "True. But I've told you that before," he replied shamelessly, ordering Sambuca shots for them all.

Ruth lined up the drinks, they took one each, clinked and drank.

"I really don't think I should have any more of these tonight," Sal said, placing yet another empty shot glass down on the bar in front of her. "I'm feeling a little dizzy."

Nick chuckled. "Nothing new there then Sal, you're always a little dizzy."

"Not any more mister, I've turned over a new leaf," she announced, as her head floated with the effects of the Sambuca.

"Really, and what kind of tree are you then?" Nick asked, feeling a little lightheaded himself.

Sal, Ruth and Fay frowned at each other in confusion.

Damn, he was beginning to make as much sense as Sal. Which was not much at all.

"What I mean is, that if you were a tree, which one would you be?" he said, attempting to explain himself but sounding no better.

Err, what was happening to him? He appeared to have lost total control of what was coming out of his mouth. He hoped they wouldn't pick up on that.

Ruth, Sal and Fay giggled.

"He's losing the plot," Sal said, patting him sympathetically on the arm.

"I bet you'd be a real ditzy, flouncy tree," Nick continued, cursing himself for opening his mouth and wondering what on earth he was going to come out with next.

"What do you mean?" Sal laughed, glancing at him curiously.

"You know," he began, "you'd be all flirty with all the other trees. You'd probably grow blossom in the springtime and then shed it all bit by bit, day by day, driving all the oak trees insane!"

All the girls fell into fits of giggles and Adam glanced sideways at him in puzzlement.

"So," Sal began, stifling a laugh, "what tree would you be then, Nick?"

He thought for a moment and then announced with a grin, "I'd be a Giant Redwood, the biggest tree in the world!"

Sal giggled and rested her head on the bar, looking up at him.

"Oh yes, and why is that then, Nick?" she grinned.

He lifted an eyebrow. "Because I have very long legs and those trees have very long..." he paused, "trunks."

Ruth, Sal and Fay thought this was hilarious.

"I bet you say that to all the trees!" Sal said, leaning on Fay's arm as they both gave into their laughter.

"I think that you were right in the first place, Sal, I think you should all slow down on the Sambuca," Adam chuckled. "As for us," he said, taking hold of Fay's hand and helping her off the bar stool, "bed time now, eh Fay," he grinned.

"Yes," she replied. "Time to sleep," she stressed.

"Hmm, we will see about that," Adam replied, turning to the rest of them to add. "It's always the same, as soon as she gets home, she can't keep her hands off me."

"I heard that!" Fay exclaimed. "Sometimes, you are extremely arrogant and bigheaded, Mr Ford."

He laughed. "And sometimes you are extremely snobbish and uptight, Miss Thompson," he countered. "Come on, let's go."

Fay laughed and proceeded to say her farewells to Nick, Ruth and Sal.

"Look after Sal down town, won't you?" she whispered to Nick as she hugged him goodbye.

"Always," he replied sincerely.

"Have fun," Fay said, hugging Sal.

"I will," Sal smiled, "I'll phone you tomorrow, Fay."

"Yes, speak tomorrow," she answered, following Adam to the end of the bar, near the doorway, where Adam handed Ruth some money for their drinks and they both said goodbye to her. Adam then reached for the door but paused and turned to Fay before he opened it.

"You don't really think that I'm arrogant and bigheaded, do you?" he asked.

She nodded. "Definitely. You don't really think that I'm snobbish and uptight, do you?" Fay asked back.

He nodded. "Absolutely," and then whispered to her, "shall we get to bed?"

She nodded and they both giggled, opening the door and making their escape down the street.

"Ahh," Sal sighed, having watched Fay and Adam as they left. "I miss that."

"What?" Nick asked.

"Sex," she said longingly, gazing at the door through which Fay and Adam had just exited. "It's been so long; I've forgotten what it's like."

Ruth noticed with amusement how Sal suddenly had Nick's undivided attention, and she laughed at Sal's forlorn expression. Sal turned to them then. "It's alright for you two," she said.

"Hey!" Ruth immediately reacted. "You cheeky devil, Sal; I don't have sex!" she exclaimed with indignation.

"Why not?" Sal responded. "You should try it," she giggled, "It's quite enjoyable."

"Well..." Ruth reconsidered, deciding to come clean. "I didn't say that I'd never had it," she whispered.

"But not now?" Sal whispered back.

"No Sal, not at this precise moment," Ruth laughed.

"No, I didn't mean..." Sal said, bursting into laughter, "I meant... not having it ..." On second thoughts, maybe Sal should quit while she was ahead. "Err, never mind," she chuckled.

"I know what you meant," Ruth assured her. "Anyway," she went on, "I don't have time for sex, " she said with a dismissive gesture.

"Well, from what I do remember," Sal said, feeling the giggles bubbling up again, "with most men, it doesn't take much time anyway," she finished bursting into laughter again.

"Hey," Nick interjected defensively, "not me. I'm like..." he thought for a moment, "like... 'Eveready'!" he exclaimed. "I just keep going."

Both Ruth and Sal fell about laughing at that.

"Well," Ruth began with a little cough, trying to decide how to respond to Nick's revelation. "That's impressive," she chuckled.

"Yes," Sal agreed, with a giggle. "That is impressive."

Nick took a sip of his beer, with his eyes still fixed on Sal. He didn't want to get distracted and miss any of this conversation.

Nick loved those kinds of discussions with Sal...to know what she thought about sex... when she thought about it, why she thought about it, how she thought about it, who she thought about when she thought about it. Basically, anything to do with Sal thinking about sex. Strange, he couldn't think of any