"Gate 103, please take your luggage and have a enjoyable day,"

The two exit out and stand next to the carousel. hearing a women over the speakers,

"Did you hear that Eddie," Richie pauses as he looks at Eddie on the floor, looking underneath a womens skirt,

"What'd that be Richie," Eddie says before getting his eye poked out with the womens heel, and his entire body being lifted up by what seems to be the fiancé,

"I think she's talking to me you know Eddie, I bet you that was the same stewardess that winked at me," Rich pauses, looking flustarered as Eddie gets kicked in the groin then uppercutted by the fiancé - leaving him on the floor,

"Very interesting Richie," Eddie replies, getting up with his flora pattened get up and cargo shorts, flicking off the specs of dust, "The same one that threw that drink in your face?"

"No, no, no Eddie, that was someone else," Richie replies, grabbing both his and Eddies luggage from the carousel, "I tell you, we had a connection,"

"Oh, so the other one that put handcuffs on you - and threw you into the cargo," Eddie replies, taking another bag from the carousel that's not his,

"Did you see how forceful she was, MmmMmmMmmmm, she was all over me," Richie Pauses as he looks towards the exit and see's a group of women walk away from the gate they were just in - seeing the same women, "Eddie, lets go and get it off,"

A few hours later outside of the precinct, Richie walking outside with a black eye and half of his shirt ripped off - and Eddie with no trousers, they both decide to walk to their hotel but come across a quaint and quiet place which they both feel inclined to walk into.

With Riche's hair slicked back by his own pesonal use of grease, and Eddies radient shine of his bald head, they both take their pants, that are up to their nipples, to a seat on a stool next to the bar with the only one with pockets, empty, Richie asks the bartender,

"Do these sorts have ethanol of the alochol varietie," Richie starts, flapping his british flag pin on his t-shirt infront of the barman, as the barman looks glaringly, "I'll take that as a no," Richie pausing, turning around quickly - moving towards one of the many tables, "So Eddie, where do we go first?!" Richie pauses, taking a glass inforont of him with a quarter full pint glass,

"Have you ever watached Beauty and the Beast," Eddie replies,

"No, It doesn't exist yet."