7 Danica Patrick

The scene opens up inside of Dave and Busters.....

DJR and Spotter are sitting at their table with pizza crust littering the table, and a empty pitcher of beer. DJR is sitting with his head down on the table and he is lifting his head and dropping it down on the table now and then. Yeah sure he is wearing his helmet but still, it has to lead to one killer headache.

Spotter is across from him at the table playing a crust of pizza and he picks up his empty glass and set it back down. He looks around the room quick and then props his head up with his hand and elbow on the table top. He sighs.

Overhead in the background is a huge banner hanging from the rafters.

D&B welcomes UWL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS RACIN' TYME

You can almost hear the "wha wha" playing overhead. Then a waitress comes over to the table with a new pitcher of beer. She sets it down on the table and picks up the empty pitcher.

Waitress "Cheer up guys. There is always next week right? You two will get a rematch right?"

Spotter "Hopefully." Not sounding very sure of himself.

Waitress "Well....I don't know. All you can do is pick your selves up and work at getting those titles back. Oh! I almost forgot. The guy over there wanted me to give this to you guys."

She hands Spotter something. She looks at them for a real quick second and turns and goes back to work. Spotter plays with whatever she gave him and he slowly nods his head.

DJR "It's a dime isn't it?" he says with out even looking up.

Spotter holds the dime up between his thumb and index finger.

Spotter "Yup. Should we frame it?"

DJR "Nah. Leave it as a tip."

Spotter drops the dime on the table top and picks up the pitcher of beer and pours himself another glass of liquid yummyness. As he is setting the pitcher down a breath of fresh air walks into the room. As she promised. Jessica has showed up.

She walks over to the table and sets her purse on the table and slides into the chair next to DJR.

Jessica "Hi guys. How you two holding up?"

Spotter holds up his glass of beer. "I'm coping."

DJR lifts his head and smacks the table again. Jessica starts to rub his back.

Jessica "Ah come on guys. It's not the end of the world. Those guys are 5 time tag champions. They have been at this a long time. You should have known you wouldn't be able to keep those titles forever. It was bound to happen."

DJR "Gee thanks for the words of encouragement Jess. You are a real life saver."

Jessica "Well I'm still proud of you. You two came out of nowhere and won those titles. You should be proud about that. Now you two need to pick yourselves up and get those titles back."

Spotter "That is the same thing the waitress said. Then she gave us a dime."

Jessica "Yeah...well. When Junior doesn't win a race, does he just give up? What about Jimmy Johnson? Just because he can't the championship this year doesn't mean he'll quit trying to win races. If you two want to be honest to god true champions in that ring, you have to know how to pick yourself up and plug away and take back what is yours. This right here. You two sitting at this table. This isn't the Racin' Tyme I know and love. So what? You lost. Big deal. Everyone loses. Hell Caleb Hart lost once."

DJR makes this noise. "Yeah like a year ago."

Jessica "Yeah that might be but he still lost. And you know something. When he lost did you see him just throw in the towel? No! He got up, and won the rematch. That is what you guys need to do. Every kid in the stands that buy your shirts, scream your names and chant that they are Spark plugs. That is what they'd want you to do. Dust yourself off and kick ass again!"

Spotter "Can we at least drink the rest of the night away and let this feeling.....a feeling we have never felt before. Losing sink in. It's a new emotion."

DJR "And it sucks too! I hate this feeling. Feelings suck!"

Jessica sits there for a second and then she pours herself a drink. She then picks up her purse and digs through it for a second and after finding what she was looking for she sets his purse back down.

Jessica "Okay. I get that. But...."

She hands Spotter something.

Jessica "Here are two dimes for those feelings of yours."[/b]

DJR snickers. He picks his head up and looks at Jess. Spotter holds up the two dimes and under his helmet and masks you can tell he is smiling too, if you could see under his mask and through his helmet.

DJR "I hate you."

Jessica takes a drink from her glass. "No you don't. You love me and you know it."

DJR "True. But right now. I hate you."

Spotter "So we have thirty cents for a tip....."

Jessica takes a huge gulp from her glass. "Well if you guys would just open up and let those feelings out, who knows we might have a dollar or two on the table. Oh by the way DJR. You're facing Kitten Diaz next week."

DJR "I hate kittens just so you know."

Jess reaches back in her purse and retrieves another dime and tosses it on the table.

Jessica "Forty cents."

And for the rest of the night, the three of them sat around the table, busting balls and drinking beer till the memory of losing the UWL Tag Team titles was a distance one.........

Fade out.