Starring: Matt Bomer as Guy Handsome, Jared Leto as Joe Handsome and Special Guest Star Rosario Dawson as the Goddess Pele.
Guest starring: Angelina Jolie as Cara Loft
She walked into the sun with an even stride and a confidence which was as easy as her heels were high.
Guy almost gave himself whiplash as he turned his head to follow her long legged strides as she made her way toward the pedicab stand. He and his brother, Joe Handsome, had just just finished a run with two large and jovial tourist ladies to a local restaurant, and by rights they should both have been exhausted, but Guy felt a surge of energy and he stood in the saddle (or at least the bicycle seat) and pedaled to the metal sign that said, taxi stand.
She removed her sunglasses, and watched as the shirtless hunk cut off half a dozen other pedicabbies to pull up in front of her and ask: “Where to?”
He studied her ruby glossed lips as she nibbled promisingly on the temple of her eye-wear. “Do you have the whole day, and possibly...” she asked in a husky tone, “the next to give me?”
Guy almost fell off of his bicycle seat, “Yes, Ma'am,” he said once he remembered to swallow.
“And,” She asked, tossing her long brown hair in what seemed, to him, to be slow motion, “are you... fast?” She smiled, revealing dimples.
Guy wished that he had a pillow. “Faster than any of these guys, and about as fast my brother, Joe,” He commented loyally as Joe pulled up next to him.
“Hello, Joe,” The woman said, her voice a husky promise of greeting.
Joe did fall off of his bicycle seat.
She chuckled warmly. “You are both handsome,” She said.
“Yes, Ma'am,” Guy said, “I am Guy Handsome and this is my brother Joe Handsome.”
Joe waved from the pavement.
“Do you ever wear shirts?” She continued, observing them closely.
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“Not,” Joe squeaked out, “if we know what is good for us.”
“But we can wear Tuxedos, when the situation calls for it,” Guy admitted.
“Hmm,” she nodded and mounted Guy's pedicab, “well I am Cara Loft, and I collect... spoons.” She crossed her legs. All the other pedicab operators fell off of their bicycle seats. (Joe, with the native intellect to still be on the pavement only lurched.)
“Spoons,” Guy repeated in a sort of trance. “I know what a spoon is.”
“Good,” She moued at him, “Then, take me to every tourist spot that sells or trades spoons, and you will be... amply... rewarded.”
Her favorite spoon came from a lady who was vending off of a palanquin. It depicted Pele.
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