Alternate Universe Jenga

A script I wrote awhile back that never saw light. I'll be posting 'things and stuff' like this when I'm too busy to kick out original content... Wait, that's the wrong word, this is original, but it's not new original. 

Whatever, enjoy.

Jim and Sandy, a well groomed, professional looking couple answered their doorbell.

Jane and Sam, who are also a well groomed, professional looking couple entered Jim and Sandy's home with a bottle of unopened wine. It's been ages since Jim, Sandy, Jane, and Sam got together, you see, and they are very happy to have an evening to catch up.

The ladies cut a loaf of French bread and cheese on a serving dish with a nice cheese knife while catching up on the most recent political scandal. It seems the state senator has been running an underground rat fighting ring in his basement. Rat fighting and gambling on rat fighting is perfectly legal, and very lucrative, but he hosts his fights in a basement, and thus, it is underground. 

Jim opened a bottle of 18 year scotch while Sam argued his play notes from the most recent NJA game. 

Jim, look, it states clearly on page 173A subsection B of the National Jenga Association handbook: "at no time shall a player expose both hands". Goborsky clearly brought out his second hand!

Sam motioned towards a freeze frame on the living room TV.

I understand that Jim, but if you watch carefully you'll see that he puts his hand back without ever taking action, clearly this must be an exception.

Sam and Jim agreed to disagree and sat down for dinner, Roast pheasant with asparagus and fresh beer bread.

Dinner was had and the table was cleared, it was time for the evening's festivities to begin.

Sandy came back from the kitchen with a Jenga set and began to level the blocks for play. Jim put on Eye of the Tiger to rile Sam's competitive spirit, and the ladies retreated to the next room for wine and cheese.

No sooner had the gals settled into their chairs, the men had begun to play. The game was a long one, lasting more than 20 minutes. Jim was closing in on the final possible move, his finger gently tickled the stubborn block from it's position. He never saw it coming.

JENGA!!!!!!!

Shouted Sam as he smashed the game blocks from the table. Jim looked up in shock, having barely moved from his stance, finger still extended.

Sam jumped into the air, smashing through Jim's dining table, sending blocks and splintered wood at terminal velocity towards the ladies, who sat calmly still, drinking their wine.

Jim, now conscious of what was happening, tackled Sam to the ground just as Sam was about to recover his footing to launch his next offensive, holding him fast against the ground and grabbing the nearest Jenga block.

No, NooOOO! -Sam pleaded.

Sorry pal, you brought this on yourself. -Said Jim

Jim placed the Jenga block gently on the back of Sam's head, balancing it carefully on the ridge of the back of his skull, and whispered "I win".