Get your own boat!

As the quatro waited impatiently for the plane to taxi into the terminal Nicole suggested they play what she termed a "fun game."
"It's really great. What you do, is you hold up ten fingers, and then you say something you have never done. Then, everyone has to put down a finger if they've done it. It's a wonderful game. We should play it."
"Okay," Theo said. "Beats singing Motley Crew."
"Who?" Rita said.
"What?" Nicole said.
"They were one of the number one bands in the 80s. Their hottest album was Girls, Girls Girls, and they did a remake Smoking in the Boy's Room," Peggie said nonchalantly, looking at her fingernails. Theo put ten fingers up.
"I've never known that."
"No fair, you yahoo. Start over."
"I am not a Yahoo. I relate more to the citizens of Brobdingnag."
"Why do people keep talking about stuff I don't understand?" Rita wailed.
"Yahoos and Brobdingnag are both from Gulliver's travels, the classical piece of satire by Jonathan Swift." Nicole looked as if she were about to continue, but Rita cut her off.
"Thank you, I don't need to hear the college level lecture. I think we should just start the game."
"I've never been to Boston in the fall." Theo looked proud of himself for thinking of something so random. There was a pause. Rita and Nicole both put fingers down. "Really? Awesome." He looked even more boastful.
"I have never played guitar," Nicole said after a little thought. Theo and Peggie both put fingers down.
"I've never been skinny-dipping," Rita said promptly, hoping to dig up some dirt. Peggie and Theo both put fingers down right away. Nicole did, after a little deliberation.
"I guess I have, but only by myself. And not on a dare or anything. Everything was just so peaceful." She smiled a little. "Then my parents found out. They didn't find the idea as idylic as I did."
Rita looked at them all in disbelief. "Are you serious? You've all been skinny-dipping? Have you two," she looked at Theo, then Peggie, then back at Theo again, "ever done it with someone else?"
"Not fair, you already asked one question," Theo protested. Peggie nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, well, I want to know. Have you? If you don't tell me I'll be forced to scream!" Before Rita could make good on her threat, the plane began to move.
"Woo hoo." Peggie said under her breath. "We're moving." This was mostly drowned out by Rita's exuberant praise of the pilot, co-pilot, stewards and stewardesses, and anyone else remotely involved in the flying of the plane. They stood up and took down their bads from the overhead compartments, and waited for the plane to empty. It took a while for them to disembark from the plane; they were pretty far near the back.
Rita found it disapointing that, unlike in movies, when one leaves a plane, one doesn't use a little step thing, and one doesn't walk around the landing strip. Instead, one enters a grey tunnel, and walks straight to the airport. Nevertheless, as soon as her feet touched the floor of the tunnel, she collapsed onto her knees, and kissed the ground.
"Oh, blessed Italia," she said reverently. "How long I have awaited this joyous day!"
Peggie kicked her lightly. "That's sick. Besides, you are making a huge scene, and you don't even have a good reason. At least be doing something important." She stepped over Rita's prostrate body prissily. Nicole was too busy gazing rapturously at the multi-lingual signs to pay attention. Theo held out a hand to help Rita up. She ignored it, and stood up on her own. Dusting her hands off on her pants, she surveyed the area.
"Except for the signs, everything looks the same here."
"Well," Nicole said dubiously, "That may be because we haven't left the tunnel."
"Yeah, maybe. What time is it here?"
"I don't know. Something like (insert correct time here)." Peggie yawned. "I'm still tired. How are we getting back to the hotel?"
"I rented a car. I have no idea what kind of car it is, though. I think it's a smart car." Rita rubbed her eyes. "I'd never heard of it. It must be some Europe thing. Anyway, the guy who's dropping it off will have a sign with my name on it. Then he'll give us the keys, and we'll be offski!"
"Um, Rita, I hate to ruin your plans, but you don't know where anything in Italy is." Theo ruffled his black hair, making it stand on end and enhancing his look of jet lag. "You've never been to Rome, so how on earth will you know where to go?"
Rita covered this oversight with a carefree laugh. "Ha! What do you think maps are for?"

Peggie clutched her head. "Rita, you don't know anything."
"Yeah," Rita said, gritting her teeth. "Speak for yourself."
"Everyone thinks so," she said, never one to back down from a fight.
"You just think, you just, you just think you're," she paused. "Everybody. You just think you're everybody." She took a deep breath. Nicole leaned forward and patted her shoulder.
"It's okay. We love you."
Rita appreciated this, especially since Nicole suffered directly from her lack of foresight. Rita thought back to her innocence at choosing the cheapest car from the website without looking at the pictures provided. She'd had no idea, in her simplicity, that such a small car as a smart car existed. She'd wondered briefly at the price, but had shrugged it off as good fortune. It wasn't. Upon seeing the car and the uniformed man holding a sign with her name on it they'd laughed. Surely the puny purple car was not for them! Why, it could barely fit four people. When they'd approached the man with the sign, and asked where the car was, he'd pointed at the miniscule vehicle. They'd looked at Rita, who had smiled sheepishly. She had taken the keys from the man (who's nametag had and probably still did say Stephano, and she'd thanked him warmly, using his name) and gestured for them to pile in.
Then they had gotten lost.
"You know, when we saw this car, I thought it was funny. Now I'm just ticked off. You have no idea where we are, do you?" She scowled as Rita shook her head. "You don't even have to deal with the cramped quarters! You're in the front seat. There's more room up there. Just because the dealership only allows the renter of the car to drive, you get the cushy seat." I also have to sit next to Theo, which isn't comfortable, the driver thought. She was carefully trying to keep any part of her body from touching any part of his body. She was also trying to drive carefully, but had soon discovered that Italians don't drive carefully by American standards, and was rapidly unlearning everything she had been taught back in Driver's Ed. She didn't waste the attention it would take to listen; it could result in the loss of lives, most likely their own. That wouldn't be fun.
They'd been driving--Rita had been driving, the rest were just sitting in cramped quarters--for 45 minutes. The atmosphere around Peggie was getting very tense. Theo and Nicole seemed to be taking this escapade in good humor, judging from their smiles and relaxed posture. They joked with each other and attempted to bring Peggie and Rita into their high spirits. They didn't succeed.
Just when Peggie's jawbone looked as if it were about to pop out of her skin, and even Theo's usually laid back deminior was straining, Rita shrieked.
"Oh, yes yes yes yes yes! I am a genius! I have found the street we're supposed to be on! We'll be there in 5!" She bounced, and the car bounced, too. Peggie leaned forward eagerly.
"Really! I'm as happy as I've ever been!"
True to her word, Rita pulled into the hotel parking lot in exactly 4 minutes and 33 seconds. Peggie was the first one out, shedding luggage right and left. She lifted her stuff, and took off into the hotel.
"She can't check in until I'm there. I'm the one with the proof. Doesn't she know that?" Rita shook her head.
"I don't think she cares," Nicole said solomly, picking her own luggage off the pavement. "She wants to hit the sack. Or get something to eat. That airplane food was not delicious." Theo took his time getting out of the car. Once out, he yawned, stretched, and cracked his neck.
"Let's go. D'you girls need any help?" He carried all he'd brought in one hand.
"Sure." Nicole shoved her large suitcase into his other hand. He smiled. Rita struggled, unable to balance her load effectively. Theo took her suitcase from her despite her protests.
"Mama raised me to be a gentleman. It's the least I can do," he said with a faux country twang. He held the door open for her, but she pointedly went through the revolving doors. She was not interested in flirting. She knew she was a horrible flirt who didn't do well with guys at all. Not when she tried, anyway.