Page 34 of My Thursday Throwback

Chapter 12 – What in the Hell?

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ZELDA AND PIP SCRAMBLEDeggs, seared bacon and had a fresh pot of coffee ready for the morning. Although she wasn’t envious, Zelda’s eyes went back to Pip’s ring. Scott had slipped a ring on her finger at the party last month, but he didn’t propose. She was curious.

“If you don’t mind, may I ask how Michael proposed to you?” She said giving Pip the side eye.

“Zelda it was sweet. He stumbled over the suitcase, pulling all of his clothes out and into the middle of the floor until he found the ring. He sat there, like a big drunk baby because he wasn’t able to get on one knee, opening the box and sticking it up in the air like Smigel gaining a hold on ‘his precious.’ It was adorable,” she said with a tear running down her cheek.

She turned to Zelda, her eyes brimming with tears. “He said he searched high and low to find the perfect stones to match the color of my eyes. Blue eyes that he wanted to stare into for the rest of his. Then, he asked me to do him the honor of being his wife, the mother of his children and keeper of his heart,” she said biting her bottom lip.

The emotion impacted Zelda as well causing her to choke up a bit. “What happened next Pip?”

“Well, he passed gas, started laughing, collapsed on the floor and fell asleep,” she said.

“So much for the romantic ending. I can’t see how the two of them managed to do any of that stuff as drunk as they were,” Zelda said. “Maybe we should go get them and get some food in their bellies to help with the sobering up portion.”

“Yes, where did Michael go?”

“He went in the bedroom with Scott,” Zelda said.

Pip’s blue eyes got wide.

“What?” Zelda asked, feeling a bought of concern.

“Maybe we should go check on them. They are both still pretty snockered, I mean, Michael did say his ass is sore and he doesn’t know why,” Pip said moving down the hallway, but Zelda pulled her arm stopping her. Scott wasn’t dressed and she didn’t know if he was covered or not. Pip could see Michael naked all she wanted, but a nude Scott was for her eyes only.

“I’m not understanding what you are implying Pip?”

“They were drinking Zelda. I’m not sure what Scott will do when he drinks. He never gets drunk...and we don’t know how Michael’s ass got sore,” she said, raising her chin as if Scott could have been the cause of her new fiancé’s tender tushy.

“Seriously? You think they got drunk enough that Scott suddenly decided to run his junk up Mike’s keester or that Mike would have thought that was a fun thing to do on a night out in Vegas?”

“When you say it like that, it sounds kind of dumb,” Pip said, trying to peek over Zelda’s shoulder into the room. Scott, fully covered, sleeping with his face to the wall, had a silly smile on his face as he snoozed. Michael, equally happy, faced the wall, his arm under his head as a pillow.

All of the pillows on the king sized bed were lined down the center of the bed, separating the bed into equal parts as the men slept. Zelda reached the other side of the bed, securing Scott’s phone. Remembering the pattern he used to open the phone, she repeated his movement, unlocking the device and showing it to Pip.

“This is why Michael’s ass is sore,” she said, showing her the video of the men using the vibrating chair. “There are 45 minutes of this video and they nearly get into a fight at the end.”

“By His mercy,” Pip said, contorting her face. “Is that a testicular tray in that chair?”

“Yep,” Zelda said. “I think they both ordered one of these chairs for their personal use.”

“Good God, the look on Michael’s face and did he just...turn that off! Turn that off!” Pip said, covering her eyes.

“Yeah, your new fiancé is freaky as hell,” Zelda said, laughing. The phone, she placed on a charger as her stomach rumbled. “I’m hungry. Let’s just let these two sleep it off today and we will decide what to do when they wake up.”

A soft knock was heard at the front door. Zelda, frowning, wondered who in the world was at her door this time. If it was the owner of the monkey seeking some form of restitution, she would shoot him on the spot.

“Are you expecting someone?” Pip asked, peering out the peephole? “He has a box in his hand. Hold up, let me get a knife from the kitchen.”

“What is with you and the knives?”

“We have to protect ourselves. The world is going crazy and these men don’t know how to accept the word no. If this joker is going to try something, he is going to have to fight us both,” Pip said, grabbing the biggest knife she could find in the kitchenette.

“Delivery for Ms. Fitzsimmons,” the man said.

“Sit it down. I will get it,” Zelda said.

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