Your Favorite TV Show Character Leaps to A Different Show
“Well, hello, beautiful,” he said, leaning his elbow on the wall beside the gorgeous blond. He put on his best suave expression.
“Now isn’t the time, uhhhhhh…” She raised her eyebrows, sending a not so subtle hint.
“The name’s Tripper.” He tugged his collar straight. “Jack Tripper. What say you and I… I and you have a nice relaxing meal at my restaurant?” Jack’s eyebrows bounced up and down his forehead.
She scoffed. “*You*,” she paused, pointing a scrutinizing finger, “have a restaurant?”
“It would just so happen that I own Jack’s bistro. A quaint little French diner down in Santa Monica.” His posture rose a few inches. “Cabernet Sauvignon. Candle lit tables. Me. You.” He pointed flirtatiously. “First tell me your name.”
“Jack! Now really isn’t a good ti…” But Jack shushed her, placing his finger over her lips.
“Nothing is as important as your name,” he whispered, taking her hand.
She groaned and rolled her eyes. “The name’s Andrea. Now leave me alone! We’re being surrounded by walkers!”
“I think you and I should ***walk*** on over to my restaur… Ahhhhhh!” Andrea grabbed Jack’s arm and flipped him into the ground. She then pulled her rifle out and began during at a flood of the undead pouring into the room. Jack quickly rose to his feet and hit his head on a shelf. He stumbled into a walker knocking it over into a pile of decomposing bodies. Bullets continued to fly as Jack fumbled around, trying to regain his composure.
At last the shots stopped, leaving a pile of shells and bodies. Jack finally untied the rope that had inadvertently been wrapped around his legs in the scuffle.