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Just as she was smiling up at Bob, Margot came into the room, walked past them, and then went up the stairs. The swagger in her step told Pen that the other woman was just trying to attract Bob’s attention and make Pen jealous. Despite herself, Pen had to admit that it was working. Bob noticed.
“Listen, Penelope,” Bob began, interrupted by a text message. It was from Frank.
“Don’t apologize, man. I know you. You’re probably about to apologize right now. Don’t do it.”
Bob sighed and closed his phone, shaking his head.
“What was that?” Pen asked.
“Nothing. Listen, I just want to apologize for not telling you about Margot before. I was wrong, and you had every right to be mad at me. If it makes you feel any better, it sucked. And it only lasted a minute, at best.” Groveling seemed to be paying off. Penelope smiled and leaned into him.
“It’s alright. And yes, it does make me feel a little better.”
Bob kissed the top of her head and said, “I’m glad.”
Pen reached up to kiss Bob lightly on the mouth at the same time that Margot came back into the room, strutting her stuff. Pen pulled Bob in and caught his lips in a more passionate kiss than she had originally intended. She glimpsed Margot scowling as she walked out of the room. When she was gone, Bob pulled away and glared at Penelope. Margot’s presence had not gone unnoticed by him.
“That was very petty, Penelope,” he snapped, standing and walking up the stairs, Pen supposed, to their room.
She narrowed her eyes, then rolled them, then stood and went in the opposite direction of her fiancé, to the kitchen. She rummaged about in the cupboards for a few minutes, looking for any type of alcohol in the house. There was a pitcher of homemade eggnog in the fridge, which Pen could only hope was spiked. She pulled it out and sniffed the top. Yep, definitely alcohol somewhere in there. Bourbon? Cognac? Whiskey? Pen couldn’t tell; it had been so long since she’d had even a sip of alcohol. Without a second thought, she grabbed a glass and filled it with the white drink, downing half of it as quickly as it had been poured. Pen sighed contentedly. She drank the rest of the drink slowly, savoring the taste of alcohol on her tongue after so long, especially when she so needed it.
“You’ll never believe what just happened.”
“I doubt that,” Frank said nonchalantly from the other end of the phone line.
“I apologized to Penelope--”
“I knew it! You pussy! You always do exactly what I tell you not--”
“Will you let me finish? So, I apologized, and I thought we’d made up, but then Margot walks in and she just starts making out with me to make her jealous! How childish is that?”
“First of all, what the fuck? I told you, never apologize! Second, stop complaining, you pansy. Your girlfriend made out with you for the first time in forever and you’re upset about it? And third, what do you expect? She knows this girl wants you! It’s on, now! It’s a fucking hunt, and you’re the innocent gazelle; they are the hungry lionesses from opposing prides. They both want you, but only one can have you.” Frank had developed a dramatic, on-safari voice whilst regaling Bob with his analogy.
“What egg did you hatch from, you little freak?” Bob asked, truly perplexed as to why he was friends with someone as severely unhinged as Frank had just proved he was. Bob shook his head and sighed, fed up with the minute drama that seemed to be unfolding. “If only someone else were here to deflect Margot, I could get Penelope off my back.”
“That’s it!” Frank yelled, making Bob jump at the other end of the line.
“What?”
“Okay, I’ve got an idea. Just listen for a second…”
“I don’t know, Frank…” Bob said once his friend had explained his plan.
“It’s fool-proof! It’s gotta work! Just ask your aunt and call me back, okay?”
Bob sighed. “Fine,” he resigned, figuring that things couldn’t possibly get a whole lot worse.
You know when a phrase like that ends a chapter, things most definitely CAN and WILL get worse. Haha, evil. What could Frank's plan possibly be? I dunno...So, I'm sorry that this is so freaking short. I've been busy. So yeah. Go comment to find out what Frank's plan is, or a ghost will come at 12:46 and twenty two seconds and...he'll be under your bed...and he'll...eat all the food in your fridge? I dunno,whatever's bad, that's what he'll do. So yeah. COMMENT. Thanks. OverAndOut..
PS: For those of you wondering what Margot looks like, here is kind of how I imagine her:
http://i48.tinypic.com/sndkkz.jpg
I guess a little different, but it's really difficult to find a really accurate depiction of what you're picturing in your mind. Bear in mind, this girl was originally very pale and had bright red hair, and I'm pretty awful with Photoshop. Use your imagination.
“Listen, Penelope,” Bob began, interrupted by a text message. It was from Frank.
“Don’t apologize, man. I know you. You’re probably about to apologize right now. Don’t do it.”
Bob sighed and closed his phone, shaking his head.
“What was that?” Pen asked.
“Nothing. Listen, I just want to apologize for not telling you about Margot before. I was wrong, and you had every right to be mad at me. If it makes you feel any better, it sucked. And it only lasted a minute, at best.” Groveling seemed to be paying off. Penelope smiled and leaned into him.
“It’s alright. And yes, it does make me feel a little better.”
Bob kissed the top of her head and said, “I’m glad.”
Pen reached up to kiss Bob lightly on the mouth at the same time that Margot came back into the room, strutting her stuff. Pen pulled Bob in and caught his lips in a more passionate kiss than she had originally intended. She glimpsed Margot scowling as she walked out of the room. When she was gone, Bob pulled away and glared at Penelope. Margot’s presence had not gone unnoticed by him.
“That was very petty, Penelope,” he snapped, standing and walking up the stairs, Pen supposed, to their room.
She narrowed her eyes, then rolled them, then stood and went in the opposite direction of her fiancé, to the kitchen. She rummaged about in the cupboards for a few minutes, looking for any type of alcohol in the house. There was a pitcher of homemade eggnog in the fridge, which Pen could only hope was spiked. She pulled it out and sniffed the top. Yep, definitely alcohol somewhere in there. Bourbon? Cognac? Whiskey? Pen couldn’t tell; it had been so long since she’d had even a sip of alcohol. Without a second thought, she grabbed a glass and filled it with the white drink, downing half of it as quickly as it had been poured. Pen sighed contentedly. She drank the rest of the drink slowly, savoring the taste of alcohol on her tongue after so long, especially when she so needed it.
“You’ll never believe what just happened.”
“I doubt that,” Frank said nonchalantly from the other end of the phone line.
“I apologized to Penelope--”
“I knew it! You pussy! You always do exactly what I tell you not--”
“Will you let me finish? So, I apologized, and I thought we’d made up, but then Margot walks in and she just starts making out with me to make her jealous! How childish is that?”
“First of all, what the fuck? I told you, never apologize! Second, stop complaining, you pansy. Your girlfriend made out with you for the first time in forever and you’re upset about it? And third, what do you expect? She knows this girl wants you! It’s on, now! It’s a fucking hunt, and you’re the innocent gazelle; they are the hungry lionesses from opposing prides. They both want you, but only one can have you.” Frank had developed a dramatic, on-safari voice whilst regaling Bob with his analogy.
“What egg did you hatch from, you little freak?” Bob asked, truly perplexed as to why he was friends with someone as severely unhinged as Frank had just proved he was. Bob shook his head and sighed, fed up with the minute drama that seemed to be unfolding. “If only someone else were here to deflect Margot, I could get Penelope off my back.”
“That’s it!” Frank yelled, making Bob jump at the other end of the line.
“What?”
“Okay, I’ve got an idea. Just listen for a second…”
“I don’t know, Frank…” Bob said once his friend had explained his plan.
“It’s fool-proof! It’s gotta work! Just ask your aunt and call me back, okay?”
Bob sighed. “Fine,” he resigned, figuring that things couldn’t possibly get a whole lot worse.
You know when a phrase like that ends a chapter, things most definitely CAN and WILL get worse. Haha, evil. What could Frank's plan possibly be? I dunno...So, I'm sorry that this is so freaking short. I've been busy. So yeah. Go comment to find out what Frank's plan is, or a ghost will come at 12:46 and twenty two seconds and...he'll be under your bed...and he'll...eat all the food in your fridge? I dunno,whatever's bad, that's what he'll do. So yeah. COMMENT. Thanks. OverAndOut..
PS: For those of you wondering what Margot looks like, here is kind of how I imagine her:
http://i48.tinypic.com/sndkkz.jpg
I guess a little different, but it's really difficult to find a really accurate depiction of what you're picturing in your mind. Bear in mind, this girl was originally very pale and had bright red hair, and I'm pretty awful with Photoshop. Use your imagination.
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