Sherman Oaks, inside Louise's villa.
Kelly lay sprawled on the couch, pinching a sticky note between two fingers and waving it at Louise, "Master Mixologist, want one? Honey, Martin sure can pick names."
Louise shed her work jacket, rolled up her sleeves, and turned her gaze towards Martin, "What do you say?"
Martin sat on the edge of the bar, pulled out two water bottles, and tossed one to each of them, "Start fighting! I'll record it for you."
Louise caught it, one hand gripping the neck of the bottle and the other the bottom where two egg-shaped ends were joined. She smiled at Martin and began to bend it with force.
The uniquely shaped water bottle actually began to bend, as if it was going to break in two.
Martin felt a chill throughout his body and said, "This is your battle, what does it mean dragging me into it? Drunkard, don't scare me; with that little strength, you truly can't break it!"
He made a welcoming gesture, "Get on with the brawl!"
