Post by Dylan Thomas on Aug 24, 2019 15:13:46 GMT -6
In their New York City hotel overlooking Central Park, Dylan and Lissandra are lying on their bed relaxing, having a conversation.
Dylan: Babe, since we're meant to be in Texas for my debut, what do you say to a few days vacation out in Texas? It'll give us a chance to find the arena anyway.
Lissandra: A lovely idea baby. I'll call George.
Dylan: OK baby.
George is the Thomas's driver and pilot for their private jet. He's getting on in years but is faithful to the Thomas's. Lissandra stands up and goes over to her bag on a nearby chair retrieving her phone.
Lissandra: Hello, George? We need a pick up. Please drive us to the airport.
George: Yes ma'am. And home?
Lissandra: No. To Texas. Dylan's debut is obviously in Texas. We're having a mini vacation beforehand.
George: That will be lovely, Ma'am. I suppose you...
Lissandra hangs up mid sentence. After a few minutes George arrives waiting outside in the Thomas's custom made blacked out Sedan. Dylan and Lissandra check out of the hotel and make their way to the car. Dylan hands George their bags and helps Lissandra climb in.
Lissandra: Oof…
Dylan: Baby...? You OK?
Lissandra: Yeah baby... Just a hard landing...
Dylan winks at his wife and kisses her on the forehead
Dylan: Yeah it was...!
Lissandra: ….And last night was wild too. Lissandra says, smiling.
Dylan climbs in and belts up as George pulls off into the streets of New York.
Dylan: Yeah.... those hotel staff are really going to have their work cut out for them today. I mean what you did with those handcuffs and that candle....
Lissandra: Baby....! George...!
Dylan: Pfft! George is old and can't hear! Especially when I do this....
Dylan presses a button and a barrier in between the driver and back passengers seats begins to rise, like limousines and taxis have blocking George's view of the Thomas's and their view of him.
Dylan: Now.... How about round two?
Dylan begins to kiss Lissandra's neck as Lissandra shakes her head smiling.
Lissandra: You're incredible....
Dylan: Yes.... you tell me. A lot.
Lissandra: Not what I... ohh...
Lissandra doesn't finish what she started to say because it looks as though Dylan has found a sweet spot. We leave the Thomas's here stuck in NYC traffic as the camera fades out.
Dylan: Babe, since we're meant to be in Texas for my debut, what do you say to a few days vacation out in Texas? It'll give us a chance to find the arena anyway.
Lissandra: A lovely idea baby. I'll call George.
Dylan: OK baby.
George is the Thomas's driver and pilot for their private jet. He's getting on in years but is faithful to the Thomas's. Lissandra stands up and goes over to her bag on a nearby chair retrieving her phone.
Lissandra: Hello, George? We need a pick up. Please drive us to the airport.
George: Yes ma'am. And home?
Lissandra: No. To Texas. Dylan's debut is obviously in Texas. We're having a mini vacation beforehand.
George: That will be lovely, Ma'am. I suppose you...
Lissandra hangs up mid sentence. After a few minutes George arrives waiting outside in the Thomas's custom made blacked out Sedan. Dylan and Lissandra check out of the hotel and make their way to the car. Dylan hands George their bags and helps Lissandra climb in.
Lissandra: Oof…
Dylan: Baby...? You OK?
Lissandra: Yeah baby... Just a hard landing...
Dylan winks at his wife and kisses her on the forehead
Dylan: Yeah it was...!
Lissandra: ….And last night was wild too. Lissandra says, smiling.
Dylan climbs in and belts up as George pulls off into the streets of New York.
Dylan: Yeah.... those hotel staff are really going to have their work cut out for them today. I mean what you did with those handcuffs and that candle....
Lissandra: Baby....! George...!
Dylan: Pfft! George is old and can't hear! Especially when I do this....
Dylan presses a button and a barrier in between the driver and back passengers seats begins to rise, like limousines and taxis have blocking George's view of the Thomas's and their view of him.
Dylan: Now.... How about round two?
Dylan begins to kiss Lissandra's neck as Lissandra shakes her head smiling.
Lissandra: You're incredible....
Dylan: Yes.... you tell me. A lot.
Lissandra: Not what I... ohh...
Lissandra doesn't finish what she started to say because it looks as though Dylan has found a sweet spot. We leave the Thomas's here stuck in NYC traffic as the camera fades out.
