Max and Biff are setting up the table when Ivan walks in, snow covered his hair and he looked damped. Max blinks.
Max: Where’s Chris?
Ivan: Couldn’t find her…
Max: Well… did you at least leave a note at her home?
Ivan: She gave us a fake address… which I’m kind of glad because the place looked like a dump…
Max: And I thought you certainly were going to find her… well, what about calling her!
Ivan: Phone’s disconnected…
Ivan falls forward, Biff catches him. Max starts to fret.
Biff: He must be ill from the cold.
Max: What are we going to do!?
Biff: He needs to get out of these clothes.
Ivan lays asleep on his bed, he dreams of when Chris first applied for Flaming Snowball. Chris walked up to his office and knocked on the door.
Ivan: Sorry, not taking anymore applications today – come back tomorrow.
Chris: Still the same Ivan.
Ivan perks his ears up, seeing it’s Chris.
Ivan: Christen Marlous? What are you doing here?
Chris: Applying for a job but I don’t think I’ll be walking back here tomorrow.
Ivan: No-no, come in.
Chris sits down in the chair before Ivan, she hands him her application.
Ivan: I thought you left town after high school.
Chris: I just couldn’t seem to leave this place… and I see that you’ve finally made this bar after a year in the process.
Ivan: Yeah…
Chris: Flaming Snowball… heh, isn’t that what they called your brother?
Ivan: Eh, yeah… I was going to kick their asses but Max liked the name…
Chris: Where is the kid anyway?
Ivan: At our neighbor’s house… hmm, so you moved.
Chris: Umm, yeah.
Ivan: Never heard of that area… ah, and here’s your phone number.
Chris: Well, if we’re going to spend the time talking I might as well tell you that I’m an exceptional bartender.
Ivan: If we’re going to spend the night talking Chris, I might as well tell you that I’m going to buy you dinner.
Chris: Well aren’t you sweet…
Ivan wakes up from the memory and rubs his head.
Ivan: So she gave me that guy’s address but her real phone number… I guess I can look her up then.
Max pokes his head into Ivan’s room.
Max: Ivan…
Ivan: Yeah, Max?
Max: Ivan!
Max jumps on Ivan’s bed and hugs him with tears in his eyes.
Max: I was so worried!
Ivan: I’m okay Max…
Max: We’ve got Christmas dinner ready.
Ivan: Hmmm, guess I should eat.
Max: Yeah-yeah, come on!
Chris sighs and stashes her money under her mattress, she hooks her phone back in.
Chris: I don’t want him to find me like this… I might as well suck it up… and leave a voice mail.
Chris dials the number on her phone, she sighs and then grins.
Chris: Hi Ivan, tell Max I said Merry Christmas! Eh, sorry about this morning, my hangover got the best of me. Anyway, my friend from Saint Barbra is here and she’s taking back to her home for the holidays. See ya back in work when I come back, bye.
Chris hangs up the phone and lies back on the bed.
Chris: I wish I had a friend from Saint Barbra… no, I’m really just a prostitute trying to pay my rent and get out of debt…
Ivan plays the voice mail and sighs, Max wags his tail.
Max: So she’s okay?
Ivan: Yeah, she’s okay.
Biff: Well now, if Chris is going to take a vacation I say we might as well kick it back during the holidays.
Ivan: Hmm?
Max: Yay!
Ivan: What are you talking about?
Biff: A week in paradise, the hottest resort in Vegna.
Ivan: Impossible, the place has to be booked out.
Biff: Not for a VIP like myself, you up for it?
Max wags his tail and grins, Ivan sighs.
Ivan: Yeah, I’m game.
Max: YAHOO!
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