Days of Our Lives Survivor

Thursday, August 09, 2001

Day 73 on Survivor Island

Oh God, how I've missed real food. [Rolling over onto her stomach, she reaches across Laura's legs and plucks several grapes from the bunch in the center of the picnic blanket. Popping them into her mouth, she takes a swig of the champagne and rolls onto her back. Looking up at Laura from under heavy bangs, she giggles.] Enjoying yourself?

Laura: [Taking a mouthful of her bubbly.] What do you think? [She tops a cracker with a piece of brie and nibbles on it.] But I have to ask, why me?

[Shrugs.] Who else was I going to share the spoils with? Roman? Shane? [Raises one eyebrow.] Besides, [rolls over again and props her chin on her hand], I figure I owe you.

Laura: [Her face impassive.] Oh? And how do you figure that?

[Looks over at Bob, who is watching with interest. Particularly watching Grace's cleavage with ample fascination, and she grins.] Bobby honey, watch it, you're drooling. [Flicks her gaze back to Laura.] Well, it seems as good a reason as any. And anyway, it's about time we treated our friend Bob, the source of all things good and caffeinated, to a.... relaxing afternoon in the sun.

Bob: [A blush rises underneath his hirsute cheeks.] You know the Big BadAss is going to have *my* ass when she finds out about this.

[Laughs.] We'd better make it worth your while then huh? [She downs another mouthful of champagne and follows it up with several olives.]

Laura: [Chuckles] Oh, don't tease poor Bob like that. It's not nice.

[Smirks] Who ever said I was nice? And whoever said I was kidding? [She pushes herself up and slides up the blanket, propping herself up against the rock, next to Laura. With a half-smile, she fingers the soft linen of Laura's blouse.] I'm game if you are.

Laura: [With an amused smile as Bob chokes on his beer.] I think I told you once that not everyone finds your... special brand of charm... irresistible. You can number me among those who don't. [Removes Grace's hand.] Sorry to spoil your fun.

[Raises her brows, seemingly unfazed.] Spoilsport. [Her lips twitch and finally widen into a smile.] Don't apologize to me, it's Bobby who misses out on the fun. [Drains her glass and refills it.]

Bob: [Embarrassed.] Uh, you can stop any time you like, y'know.

[Laughs.] Oh look, we embarrassed Bobby.

Laura: [Dryly] Honey, you'd probably embarrass Madonna.

[Her laughter lengthens.] I think it's more that everyone around here needs to get a humour transplant. [Sighs as she sees Bo heading back towards them.] And talking of a lack of a sense of humour....

Bo: [Looking annoyed as hell.] Where the hell is camp?

[Rolls her eyes.] Jesus, you can't even find the camp and you think you have a hope in hell of finding John? How much of an idiot are you? [She slides back down to the blanket and grabs a piece of chocolate.]

Bo: Marlena, what the hell is wrong with you?

Bob: [Suddenly mumbling into his beard. He already doesn't like Bo, and the fact that he's married to the horse-like Hope doesn't help his case.] Hey, this island is off-bounds except for the survivors and the crew. You need to leave.

Bo: [Looks Bob up and down.] And who is gonna make me?

Bob: [Smirks.] Have you met the Big BadAss?

[Grace finishes her glass of champagne, and reaches over and cuts herself a piece of brie cheese.] Bo, you're in my sun. [Bo says nothing, quite lost for words, and finally Grace moves in irritation.] Can't you take a hint? We don't want you here. Therefore leaving would be the appropriate thing to do. If you can wrap your pea-sized brain around that idea. [Laura catches her breath and turns away for a moment as she tries to maintain her composure.]

Bo: [His expression darkening.] I'm not going anywhere until someone tells me what the hell is going on around here

[The four of them stare at each other and Grace sighs irritably. It's clear that her plans for the afternoon have been irrevocably ruined. Reaching over to pick up the champagne bottle, she pours herself another glass of the golden liquid.]

Laura: [Sighs and reluctantly.] Maybe we should be getting back to camp anyway.

[Shrugs petulantly.] I'm perfectly happy here thanks. [She downs half the glass of champagne in one mouthful.]

Bo: [getting angry.] You're going to sit there and drink while your husband is missing?

[Bored.] That was the general idea, yeah.

Bo: [Taking a deep breath, he tries to maintain his equilibrium.] Laura's right. We should head back to the camp. With all his equipment, Shane might have an idea of where John is being held.

[Giggles tipsily.] Laura can tell you all about Shane's equipment. Canchya honey?

Laura: [With a quick intake of breath, her eyes darken and she pulls the bottle away from Grace.] Okay, I think that's enough for you.

[Downs the rest of the liquid in her glass and then she leans over and grabs the bottle back.] Did I ever tell you you're a spoilsport, Laura?