Snippet #1281084

As Stephanie fumbled around for a flashlight, one Ellis McKinney took it upon himself to start relaxing after a long day of boozing and filming. "Uh, flashlight?" He replied in response to his fellow Georgian's question. "Er, it's prob'ly in the RV somewhere." He had just sat down, there was no way he getting back up to look for a flashlight when the tiny trickle of the light the interior lighting of the RV was enough for him to see his beer. Turning his attention quickly to one of his newer friends, and future Hollywood starlet, he took a swig out of his can. "So hey Melody, ya know how them movies go when a girl strips off right before she gets killed by them zombies. Well I was thinking ya could do something like that, ya know? A topless scene!" The last three words came out of his mouth sounding a little more excited than he had intended.

Yes, Ellis McKinney had a knack for getting himself in trouble. Out in the middle of nowhere, in some creepy woods with some of his good buddies and he was still able to get a good tongue lashing. Sitting on a big box intended for equipment storage, he knew the moment he suggested, a more provocative death scene for one of the characters in the movie they were shooting, that one Melody Karcher would have something quick to retort with. He tried not to make eye contact with her as she her usual short, sharp rant at him over something silly. For making eye contact only made her worse, a fact he was well acquainted with at this stage of their friendship. As she finished up he went to make eye contact with her to argue his point of view but instead of his eyes catching her hot-headed face they landed on stick she had thrown in his direction. A stick which, moments later, hit him square in the chest. His face winced only out of automatic reaction, as Melody's throw had about as much force behind it as a baby trying to push a passenger plane loaded with cattle and lead.

"Girls Gone Wild? Now there's an idea! Forget horror, your idea is much better. Definitely get us a pass for our midterm assessment then!" He shouted to the back of her head as she went into the RV with Stephanie, followed by a light chuckle to himself. As he enjoyed his moment of comic genius, a voice boomed from behind him. "Ah Christ in a hand basket man! Don't scare me like that again!" His heart was thumping. The mechanic had focused so much on the girls, he'd almost forgotten about Tyrone. "Hey man I didn't drive no girls away... You said so yourself, it all makes the movie better!" He laughed and took another swig from his beer can. "Ah don't make me get up, I only just sat down! Been a hard day ya know and someone's gotta drink the rest'a these beers seeing as your goin' be driving soon!"

He raised the can to his buddy and took another few gulps, almost soaking himself with the last one. "Tyronnnne, watch my camera man." The camera Tyrone had just put away was Ellis' only prized possession that didn't have wheels. Yes, he had lots of prized possessions - he'd call the toast he's eating in the morning a prized possession if he was hungry enough at the time. He slipped off the box he was on and placed the beer can where he was sitting. "This is my baby. She's going to make some serious Hollywood Blockbusters some day, you wait an' see! An' it ain't heavy neither, ya big girl." He boasted as he lifted the container off the ground and headed towards the RV.

He strutted up the steps and proceeded to tidy away his camera, "Hey ladies, whatch'all cooking there? Smells like you're cooking up a can a whoop tastay! Niiiiiiice!" As he shoved the container under one of the counters, he accidentally hit off the radio and it switched on. Thankfully it was on low volume so it didn't make him lose his pants. "Aw look there you girls go, y'all can listen to the news while ya cook us dinner. I'm just perfect marriage material," he stretched his arms pulling a flexing pose and a smirk crept across his face as he exited the RV again to help Tyrone with the rest of the equipment, heading straight for his beer.