Back in the free hotel, two other couples sat in the booths next to Monica and Thomas. The man in pink set up a cheap camera and hopped up in front of it with cheap circus music playing. He was bouncing all over the room while saying.

"Welcome to Couples' Night. The game show where we test how well couples know each other. Now, we have three couples, three questions, and whoever buzzes in first gets to answer. However, wins gets a complimentary pair of Jet Skis!"

Thomas let out an excited, "WOOOO! JET SKIS! Let's go!"

The man in pink let out a hearty deep laugh that could shatter a wall.

"I love that energy! Alright, let's get started. First question, what is your partner's favorite pet?"

Monica slammed the crap out the button and let out a soft giggle. "Well, I know he loves frogs, especially the tiny ones!"

"That's amazing," the host quipped. "Let's get to the next question. What is your partner's favorite restaurant?"

Thomas reached for the button, but the next couple hit their buzzer a millisecond before him.

"Well, my hubby's a fast-food junkie, he loves some McDonalds!" The wife said, "But I want him to stop before he loses his physique."

"Alrighty!" The host cheered. Monica slapped Thomas' face so hard that it left a mark.

"You slow lil' boy! We could've had that! Let me handle the buzzer!"

Thomas tried to explain. "I had a moment of weakness!"

"You better not have no more, then."

The host then cued a loud and rapid drumbeat. The third coupled covered their ears and got on the ground.

"This is the last question, what is your partner's favorite video game?"

Monica jabbed the buzzer and jumped with Thomas. They both sang...

"Grand Theft Auto! Grand Theft Auto!" They mimicked a steering a wheel and swung from side to side.

"Congratulations! Couple number one, you've won two new Jet Skis! Follow me to Room 208!"

As they followed the man in pink to the room, Jada followed LaQuinta into a dark hallway. They were both a little stumbly off the flavored ice cream they had earlier.

"Girl, where the hell are we going?" asked Jada.

"Stop asking so many damn questions," LaQuinta said, "Just trust the damn process."

A strobing blue light showed them to another large room with marble floors. In the middle, there was a track with little puppies running around, with a small crowd of people cheering them on and betting.

"You into puppy racing?" she asked Jada.

"Yeah, it's cool," Jada replied.

"Tell you what, let's place a bet on the next race, fifty dollars. What puppy you got?"

Jada took another look at the track. There was a small brown puppy with a number seven badge that seemed to just fly across the path.

"I guess I'll take number one," she said, "That little puppy goin' fast as hell."

LaQuinta nodded her head.

"Not bad girl, but I got my bet on number one."

Number one seemed a little slower than Jada's pick, but he was still a non-stop racing machine. He glided across the track with grace and ease. Just then, a man walked to the tracks and tried to bring all the puppies to the starting point. But a chihuahua with number four scratched a little mark on his face.

"AAAAAHHHH!"

He ran in, and his little son came in to organize them. After they settled, a birthday horn blasted from the speakers. The announcer was heard, clearing his throat.

"Are you ready for some more puppy racing?"

The crowd cheered loudly and went wild. Some even threw dog food in the air. This made puppy number six go off the track and ravage the crowd.

"Puppy number six is disqualified!"

Some of the people went, "AWWWWWW" and jeered and booed. The announcer clapped back.

"Y'all shouldn't have been throwing food then. Now on your mark, get set, go!"

The race was off to a strong start. All the puppies seemed to run at the exact same pace, and it was hard to tell who was in front. But once they hit a curve, they became disoriented. Number seven shot straight ahead, and he zoomed ahead of the other puppies.

"Come on number seven!" Jada cheered. "You got this!"

He continued to move at the speed of lightning and was almost at the finish line. But he began to slow down, lag, and soon enough, he took a nap in the middle of the tracks. Jada stood frozen with her mouth open as the other puppies shot zoomed right past him. Number one crossed the finish line, and LaQuinta jumped in the air.

"Hell yeah! That's how we do it!"

She rushed up to hug the puppy, but security came to intervene. However, LaQuinta had a secret weapon. She pulled out a candy pipe from her purse and struck one guard in the jaw with it.

"Ah, oh God!" He got floored immediately; then the other guard ran up. LaQuinta jumped up in the air and...

"OOOOOOOOOOOH!"

A kick from LaQuinta had him sleeping on the ground like a baby. She gave number one a giant hug and rubbed noses with him, saying, "Who's my little winner, who's my little winner!"

Once she put the puppy down, she walked back to Jada.

"You wanna bet again?"

Jada thought about it, then said, "Yeah, I'mma get you this time!"

While they bet again and looked for cash, Monica and Thomas found themselves in a very tiny cramped room. There wasn't even enough room for the man in pink, so he stood outside the door.

"Alright you two, wait here, and a man will be here with your jet skis." He shut the door, locked them in, and ran off.

"Alright, Tommy!" Monica yelled, "I went along with your little plan, and now we're trapped in this itty bitty room. And you don't find nothing suspicious about it?"

Thomas thought for a minute and began to explain. "Well, the room is a little cramped, but hey! At least we won!"

"Won what? All we got is a small little room, forget that!"

"You gotta look on the positive side of things, babe. I'm pretty sure they'll call us out soon."

Sure enough, two men opened up the door. They looked like came from Men in Black.

"Are you the couple that won the contest?" one of them asked.

"You damn right we are!" Thomas cheered.

"Follow us then."

Monica and Thomas followed the men out of the free hotel and were lead to a van. One of the men shot a stern look at them.

"Get in the back, and don't touch a single thing with your filthy paws."

Monica wasn't having that, so she pulled up her pants and started to square up.

"I won't let no whiteboy call me filthy now we can fight..." Thomas stepped in and tried to lower her hands.

"Baby, let's not fight these guys, we might get some Jet Skis!"

"I'm not gonna let no one disrespect me like that."

"Look, we can beat them down later, right now, let's just get in the back."

They climbed in the back of the van, and the men closed the door. The space was a little larger than the tight room, and they had a small black and white TV in the corner, with re-runs of Lassie playing.

"I can't wait til we get these skis!" Thomas cheered, "You and I are gonna have so much fun."

"I'm telling you, ain't no Skis," Monica said, "We might mess around and be a part of some science experiment."

"I highly doubt it," he said, "Just trust me, baby."

The van stopped in front of a green two-story old house, complete with flickering lights and a dusty lawn.

"Look at that crap," Monica said, "That house is straight out of some horror movie. You still trust these dudes?"

"It's a little off-putting, I admit," Thomas told her, "But yeah, I still trust these guys."

The door swung open, and the men carefully lead them out of the van. Then they walked them up to the wooden front door. But before they could be let in, the men pulled out blindfolds.

"Aw hell naw!" Monica exclaimed.

"Aw hell yeah!" Thomas cheered, "I love surprises."

The men slowly wrapped blindfolds around their heads and guided them through the creaky floors of the house before sitting them down in a cozy red chair. As soon as they sat, they were strapped in like they were on a rollercoaster. The men tightened their straps just a little, then took off their blindfolds and walked off. Monica and Thomas opened their eyes to a room with a dark red wall, boxes everywhere, and chairs with couples like them strapped in. To the right was a bookshelf with mostly dusty dictionaries and a projector. Monica turned her head and looked at Thomas.

"You still think we won some jet skis now?" she asked him.

"Um...maybe"

Back on the streets of Cookie Ranch, LaQuinta swerved from lane to lane while blasting "Problem" by Ariana Grande. She swerved into the parking lot of London Boardwalk and crashed straight into the desk in the lobby. Both her and Jada jumped out before the airbags came up, and they were rolling and laughing on the ground.

"Tonight, was sooooo lit!!!" LaQuinta cheered, slurring a bit.

"It was, yeah, it was, it was fun," Jada said, barely being able to walk. "I got your cash last time!"

They stumbled and fumbled their way to the elevator, and once they got on, a man looked at them with a curious.

"Damn y'all messed up, where the hell y'all come from?"

LaQuinta cheered, "Ice cream shop!"

"I ain't know you can get messed up like that from no Ice Cream. I might have to try that one day."

Jada unleashed a loud burp before saying, "It's goooood."

The man laughed and said, "Heh, alright."

They got off the elevator, and LaQuinta walked Jada to her room. Once they got to the door, she started to talk.

"I had a reeaaaaally great time with you Jada, like really great. We should, we should do it again".

Jada looked at her and said, "Hell yeah."

"Good night, Jada."

"Good night, Quinta."

LaQuinta leaned in and gave Jada a big, sloppy kiss while loosely holding on to the back of her neck. Both of them pulled away and let out a little laugh. As LaQuinta walked off, she said, "We gotta do this again sometime," and flipped her hair.

Jada said, "Yeah," and just stood there.

"Ol Triflin' girl," Azyrea said, who watched the whole thing unfold from outside of her door.