Running from scissors

"What are we going to do, Sharona?" asked Rio. "We're running out of things to throw."

"Don't ask me," said Sharona, as she threw a few more plastic plates in the direction of the Latin madman who called himself Richard Ramirez, a depraved maniac who was trying to remove her short green dress with his scissors. "Roxanne was supposed to come back with help but apparently she couldn't find any."

"That's right," said Ramirez. "There is no help for the likes of you. Pretty soon you'll all be naked in the sight of my lord Satan and the only thing that makes your fate easier is if you quit right now and undress voluntarily."

"Screw that shit!" cried Rio as she threw yet another fork in Richard's direction.

"Oh, it's only a matter of time," said Richard Ramirez. "Only a matter of time. And it's not like your aim is improving, so who's kidding who?"

"Oh, up your nose with a rubber hose!" cried Sharona.

Ramirez smiled. "Just for that comment, you're going to go fir --"

Richard Ramirez said no more because he suddenly ceased to be conscious. Apparently, someone had hit him on the head with something. A very big something, it seemed. Namely, a large silver dinner tray welded by -- of all people -- Brooke.

"Brooke!" cried Sharona. "You did it. You knocked him out."

"I didn't mean to," said Brooke. "I was trying to distract him --"

"Oh, it doesn't matter what you were trying to do," said Rio. "The point is he's ****. You wait here and watch over him while Sharona and I go get something to tie him up with. We don't want him getting away before the cops have a chance to get here."

"Why can't I go with you?" asked Brooke, suddenly nervous about being alone and naked in the company of the brown-haired madman.

"Because someone has to be here to make sure he doesn't escape, silly," said Rio.

And with that, Rio and Sharona left the dining area.

Well, at least he's **** now, thought Brooke, as she awkwardly fingered the silver dinner tray and held it up before her to help cover up at least part of her nakedness. And if the cops get here in time, that should mean the end of my worries, right?

Then a voice behind her said, "You didn't do anything but freeze when something similar happened at your own wedding, but for the sake of people you have known less than a day, you managed to do a whole lot more. You really have been holding out on me, Major Hottie."

"That voice," said Brooke. "That sounds like Montana. That must mean --"

Brooke turned to greet Montana with a smile, only to note that Montana was not smiling back. Instead, she was pointing a revolver at her.

"You might as well put down the tray, Brooke," said Montana. "We have some things to discuss and it's not like I haven't already seen every inch of your naked body."