Desperate Keenwives/Part 2
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Chapter 11: Failed Hopes
Tabi sat in the bathroom, preparing her makeup. On usual days, Tabi would tone down on makeup. She didn't have to wear make-up at all. She was a scientist, dammit, not a model. But there was a special occasion for the blush and lipstick. Being a research biologist, she headed a team of scientists working for COMPANY, in opposition to the company Lego worked for, Tynan Corp. Simple rivalry between the companies slowly boiled down between Tabi and Lego.
"Tabi, dear?" A voice called out.
Tabi quickly put away the compact and stood up to face one of her subordinates, Beth. Beth and her husband, Ryan, were both part of Tabi's excellent lab team (other members of the team included Sam_Charlette, Czar, and BrownEyedCat), and today was a momentous day.
You see, research teams try to find new discoveries. In Tabi's team's case, it was the newest development of a DNA testing system for home use. It was her little brainchild.
"Yes?" Tabi asked.
"We're almost ready." Beth said. Upon closer inspection, she had makeup on as well.
Tabi sighed deeply. "Allright, thank you." Tabi walked out of the bathroom, slipping the compact into her lab pocket. "Is the prototype ready?"
"Yes, BrownEyed finished it only a couple minutes ago."
"Where's the rest of the team?" Tabi said, continuing to walk down the hallway.
"My Ryan's getting antsy." Beth replied, following beside Tabi.
"Isn't he always?"
Beth nodded admittingly. "Unfortunately."
Tabi stopped at the lab doors. "I can't wait to see Lego's face tonight. He's going to be so surprised."
Tabi pulled open the doors to the lab. Sam_Charlette was talking to the president, Sortelli. Ryan was ordering Czar around to clean the lab.
"BEC, where's the prototype?" Tabi inquired.
BrownEyedCat pushed her glasses up her nose, patting a machine beside her. "Right here."
Tabi began to walk over to the prototype. She smiled at the small, black machine. This little baby would bring the company millions of dollars.
"Good work, Mrs. Tabi Star." Sortelli put a tentacle on Tabi's shoulder.
"Thank you sir. It's finally come to fruition."
"Hmm yes, fruition, all that wishy washy hopeful liberal arts bullcrap" Sortelli mused. "Bah, never needed that."
Tabi shrugged her shoulders, picking up the prototype. "Call it an art, then."
"The television! Quick!" Czar called out. Tabi looked at the sole television in the room to see her husband on the television behind his boss, Tynan.
"What in the world..." Tabi said in the quiet room.
"Hush." Ryan pointed the remote at the television and unmuted it.
"-this is a truly momentous achievement in home DNA testing." Tynan said enthusiastically. "May I present the leader in this project, Mr. Legostar."
Tabi's hopes were slowly crushed with the every step her husband took towards the podium.
"Thank you, Mr. Tynan." Lego spoke. He cleared his throat. "The Tynan Corp. DNA test machine tests the human blood right at home for tests in blood and hereditady. This is a momentous step in the medical field, and it was only developed at Tynan Corp!" He was met by a roar of applause.
Chapter 12: Baby Trap/Live from Meadow Lane
"Yo." Corgan said. He was at War's door, carrying the hat to his police uniform in his right hand.
War's grizzled face gave a smirk. "You're late" he announced dryly.
Corgan walked into the house, his shoulders in a relaxed slump. "Hey, I had a 314 downtown." Corgan said, citing the police code for indecent exposure. "Those happen too much around here."
"It's ComicGenesis, what do you expect?" War replied.
Corgan threw down his hat on a couch. "Yeah, you're right." He slumped his shoulders. "So what's up?" Corgan used to be War's old partner back in the police, both sargents.
War spinned around his wheelchair 180 degrees. "I need you for a simple plot of mine."
"Plot, eh?" Corgan said as he followed his old partner through the wheelchair enabled house.
"Get my wife pregnant."
Corgan stopped in mid-step. "Listen, War, Merc may be nice and all, but I don't think my thing would fit-"
"Not you, dolt. I'm doing the sex." War hissed. "I need to take care of her birth-control pills. Unfortunately, I'm a bit short-handed at the moment, and I need someone with a bit of height."
Corgan looked down at War. "You just ripped yourself, didn't you?"
"Yes. Now go into her bathroom." War ordered, pointing to the small narrow door that led to her own private bathroom. In his hand was a bag of pills that he threw to Corgan.
Corgan walked into the bathroom, turning on the light in the room. It was a sparsely furnished bathroom, painted in an offwhite color. "Okay, what now?"
"Grab her birth control pills and replace them with the pills I gave you." War said.
Corgan nodded his head, opening the small pill holder and carefully replaced the pills with the replacements. "What are these, anyways?"
"Contraceptives. Pulled some thanks to my friends in the Army's R&D department." War said, watching Corgan's bony hands replace the container on the counter.
"You really want a kid so bad that you resort to this?"
War nodded from his wheelchair. "Yep." -- Nanda sighed, looking at the sketch she finished. She had been drawing small illustrations for a local magazine. She examined the sketch, running through the picture to find it completely flawless. She grinned at her own handiwork.
But yet again, a knock at the door burst Nanda's bubble. "Motherfuckers... I need a big hound and a "beware of dog" sign." She grumbled, setting down the sketch and getting up.
Nanda opened the door to meet bright lights and a quick, gritty voice. "Miss, it has been two months since the death of Pimpette. How has this neighborhood coped with the utter loss and grief?" The voice said.
Nanda's eyes refocused, seeing Channel Eight News' resident investigative reporter, Mooman, the light cast an almost angelic halo around him, filtering through his shapely hair. "Uh.... " Nanda stammered.
"Mrs. Rules, correct?" Mooman read from a notecard tucked away in his palm.
"No, I'm just Nanda. Divorced." she said, shielding her eyes from the light on top of the camera. "Can you get that light out of my eyes?"
"Rock_Dash, cut the lights." Mooman muttered harshly to the cameraman. The light went off, Nanda could now see the reporter, as well as smell the heavy hairspray on his head.
"So miss Nanda, what would drive this ex-army nurse drive herself to committing suicide?" Mooman stuck his microphone right in her face.
"I don't know" She stammered.
"You have to consider her from a different perspective. Was she doing drugs? There are credible sources that she smuggled heroin"
"No, no. Pimpette was a great mother" Nanda said, shaking her head.
"But Mrs. Rules..."
Mooman hit Nanda's last nerve. "Get off my porch." She growled.
"But Mrs. R-"
"GET OFF MY PORCH!" Nanda yelled "AND MY NAME IS NANDA!"
Mooman covered the camera lens with his hand. "Thanks a lot lady." He muttered, glaring at Nanda. "I'm just trying to make a living here."
"Off my friend's death, you sick bastard." Nanda said with slit eyes. "Now leave."
Nanda watched as Mooman moved on to Sparrow's house next door. "Why would he be investigating this?" She mused out loud. Questions flew around her head, triggering her very curious side (trust me, she has a curious side)
"GET OFF MY PORCH!" Sparrow yelled. Nanda looked over to Sparrow's porch to see Mooman fly off the porch. Rock_Dash ran over and taped Mooman sprawled out on the grass.
"Nice job Sparrow!" Nanda called out.
Sparrow poked her head out into Nanda's field of vision. "Thank you. Mind helping me get the girls over to their babysitter?"
"After that, sure thing."
Chapter 13: Suspicion
Sparrow rang the doorbell to CJ's house holding Mona's hand. Behind her, Nanda held Katie in her arms.
"Oh miss Nanda, was it true dat you sprayed the icky woman?" Katie asked, referring back to the incident with Soap.
"Yes, I sprayed her down with water. She deserved it" Nanda said. Katie giggled, and purred as Nanda set her down on the porch. Sparrow rang the doorbell. CJ opened the door.
"Hello Sparrow dear." CJ said. "Girls, KittyKatBlack is in the kitchen."
"KKB!" The girls squealed in unison, running past CJ into the house.
CJ smiled. "I wonder where they get the energy."
Sparrow shrugged her shoulders. "It's a combination of my energy and Team's, what can you say?"
KKB walked out of the kitchen carrying both girls in her arms. She was a website designer that had babysat every child on the block. She even babysat my own two girls when they were growing up. "Hello Sparrow, Nanda."
"Hey KKB. I'll be back around eleven, all right?" Sparrow said.
"Of course dear. Go on ahead, have fun"
"Thank you KKB."
CJ stood silently by the door, considering the note she had stashed away. She knew I was good friends with Nanda, and a little light bulb sparked off in her head. "Nanda, I have something that you might find interesting..."
"Oh?" Nanda said. She stood outside while CJ retrived the letter.
"RA found this." CJ said.
"Miss Nanda, wuts wrong?" Katie said.
Nanda looked up and smiled. "Nothing, dear." She responded, handing over the note to Sparrow to read.
-- A knock came to President Bob's office. Bob looked up from the doodling. "Just one second!" He picked up his toupee from its stand and quickly placed it on his head, adjusting strands of the dyed horsehair on his head. "Come in" He commanded.
Levi walked into President Bob's office and saluted the Commander-in-Chief. "Sir!"
"You are Levi-Chan, correct?"
"Yes Sir." Levi said.
"We're speaking off the record now, is that understood?"
"Yes Mr. President."
"Have you noticed anything different with my wife?"
Levi stiffened. "No sir."
Bob got up. He motioned to a box of cigars on his eloquent Ikea desk (ignoring all common reason and his wife, Bob ordered his desk and other furniture from Ikea, growing up with a fond appreciation of the Swedish furniture store chain since he was a small boy). "Would you like a cigar, Levi?"
"No thank you, Sir."
Bob took a cigar and placed it in his mouth. "Now Levi, a man knows his woman. I know my Cookie."
"I understand." Levi responded.
"That's the thing, ol' boy. You don't." Bob stood in front of Levi, chewing on the unlit cigar. "There's something called intuition."
"Women's intuition?" Levi chimed in.
"Husband's intuition, Levi, Husband's intuition." Bob responded, slapping Levi on the head. "I want you to watch Cookie. Find out why she acts so strangely."
"Yes Sir."
"Dismissed." Bob walked away from Levi to the fireplace as levi left.
Levi saluted Bob and walked out.
Bob finally lit his cigar while he stood alone. One deep inhalation led Bob to wheeze and cough. "Oh god, THIS is what cigar tastes like? Nasty!" He threw the cigar out the window, and sprayed down the room with lemon scented air freshener.
Chapter 14: Leaked Hopes
"They were WHAT?" Tabi exclaimed. She slammed her hands down on the desk. She was in the office of the president, President Sortelli.
"Yes." The large, green, one eyed, tenticled beast said eloquently, smoking a large cigar. "Stolen from your lab."
"How can you tell, Mr. Sortelli?" Tabi asked, pressing her palms against the desk.
"Our lawyers poured over the diagrams Tynan Corp. submitted and found that there were too many similarities with the original documents your team produced." Sortelli paused to take a long drag on his cigar. "Simply put, we've stopped them, for now."
Tabi slumped into a chair and sighed. "Thank goodness." She rubbed her temples slowly.
"However, the question still remains on the leak." Sortelli said. He puffed on the cigar.
"Sir, I promise you I will get down to the bottom of this." Tabi said.
"Tabi, this happened under your supervision." Sortelli shot back coolly. He tapped his cigar on the ashtray to rid of the extra ashes.
"What?" Tabi said. She began t drop again, color in her face draining.
"As of immediately, or now, whatever you prefer, the investigation of the theft has been transferred to an outside investigation force. You're the prime suspect, thanks to your husband." Sortelli slit his eye. "You have ten minutes. Leave."
"Sir, you have to believe me, I believe in this company wholeheartedly."
"I built this company from the ground up. There simply isn't room for leaks in this business. As of now, you are suspended. Leave." Sortelli glared at Tabi.
Tabi attempted to hold in the tears as she walked out.
--
Tabi sat in her bed later that night, sobbing. Tears flooded her eyes and face. Kleenex covered her bed as a blanket of her shame.
Lego walked into the room. "Oy, what’s happened here?" Lego threw his jacket onto a chest at the edge of the bed. His breath stunk of booze.
Tabi glared at her stiff armed husband. "You know exactly what, you sick plastic shit."
"Ey now, you don't have to call me names." Lego growled back. His eyes slit. "What's your damn problem?"
"Leave, NOW!" She threw his pillow at him. Her aim was always particularly bad, and the pillow simply hit the wall next to him.
Lego bent over, picked up his pillow. "Fine, whatever." He walked on out to his bed on the couch.
Chapter 15: Grief and a Gun
Dawg pulled in his small, cheap Korean sedan into his driveway, pulling into his opening garage and turning off the engine. He sat in the car for a couple of minutes. Bags were under his eyes, tired as he got out of his car and walked into our house.
Noxmeansxno sat in the living room, holding the small pistol in her hand.
Dawg stood frozen in mid-step. "No, what are you doing?" He said through his gritted teeth.
"This is the gun mom shot herself with." Noxmeansxno stared at the Glock cradled in her hands.
K-Dawg stared silently at her daughter. He was frozen in his spot.
"This was the same thing mom killed herself with" She ran her fingers up and down the boxy frame of the gun. "They say women prefer using poison or hangings, as not to disfigure their face. Being beautiful for everyone at your funeral before you're stuffed into the ground. Why did mom kill herself this way?"
Dawg had no answer.
"Is this life so despicable that the police had to pick out her molars from the wall?"
Dawg switched his demeanor. "I want to hear NONE of this anymore." He pointed his finger at his daughter menacingly.
"Why Dad? Why? You've shunned her from our lives. " Noxmeansxno glared.
"I have not. You know damn well I miss your mother. You have NO RIGHT TO SAY THAT!" Dawg snarled. He snatched away the gun from noxmeansxno.
Noxmeansxno stared at her father, shocked at her father's expression.
Dawg dropped the clip onto the floor, ejecting the shell and stripping the gun. He sighed, throwing the gun against the wall in a fit of anger. "Go and get ready for the party."
Noxmeansxo stared at her father with exasperated eyes. She was scared of him.
I can tell.
Chapter 16: Dinner Party (Part 1)
One of the great perks to living on Meadow Lane was Cookie's parties. Being the trophy wife she is, Cookie learned the secret of hosting garden parties for whenever President Bob wanted one for a dignitary or special occasion. And they always got rowdy. I used to be right at home in the hustle and bustle of the parties.
-- "Oh man, the bartender here can make the best mojitos." Nanda said, sipping on a drink. She was sitting with her daughter, both wearing matching outfits.
Elizabeth sighed. "Is that all you're going to do?"
"Ey, I haven't had much to drink in a long while. Bite me." Nanda sipped happily at her drink, leaning against the bar. Elizabeth imitated her mother's position, but with a coke.
"Aren't you the one who was complaining about not having anyone?" Elizabeth groaned.
"Right now, I have my mojito, and I'm happy with him." Nanda swirled the straw around the drink.
"Ma, you're not going to find happiness in a drink made by a gay bartender."
"Good guess." Escushion said.
"Leave me and Mr. Mojito alone" Nanda grumped.
Elizabeth grabbed her mom's arm and pointed. "Look who's arrived!" --
Stinky walked into the backyard party in casual tux. Whatever stray hairs on top of his head had now been combed back, and looked particularly smooth.
He looked particularly dapper for the night, and thus attracted the attention of Soap. "Hello there Stinky." She said in her best Marylin Monroe sigh impression, thrusting her breasts forward to show the chasm her low cut dress created.
"Hey there, Ms. Committee." Stinky tried his best not to look at the gaping chasm that somehow gathered wrinkles.
“Would you like to dance?”
“Perhaps later.”
“Talk?”
“No thanks.”
“What would you like to do then?” Thrusting a bit farther, Stinky could swear he could fit a couple buses in the not-so-pretty cleavage.
“Um… I need to get something. I’ll see you around, no?” Stinky trotted away from the now disappointed Soap.
--
Tabi immediately walked into the party and separated from her husband. He walked away to meet with his boss, Tynan, who had a permanent spot at the bar.
"Don't they look like the happy couple?" A voice said behind Tabi. She spun around to see her boss, Sortelli.
Tabi stammered in front of her boss. "Uh sir, I’m- "
"Calm down, my girl. I know you're not the one behind the leak." Sortelli said, his eye twinkling. "I set that up as a test, a way to see how you would react to your loyalty to your work." Sortelli said with a mischievous look.
Tabi stammered. "Um, sir, I'm a bit surprised."
Sortelli handed Tabi a glass of wine. "Drink some DonKerome. Great year, 1999. It got flavorless and crude after 2005."
Tabi complied, taking the fine wine and sipping it, watching her husband and his boss chug their mugs of KeenLight beer.
"Uncultured buffoons." Sortelli scoffed. "KeenLight is only good for washing toilets." He sipped at his fin
"Pff, even hobos don't even touch the stuff. Lego's downfall will be that filth." Tabi said.
"Agreed."
--
Cookie sat at the entrance of the backyard (the same way McDuffies entered the backyard for their "alone" time, no less.) welcoming guests into the party. "Welcome." she smiled at the guests, nodding to Vorticus, who walked by happily without saying a word and made a straight beeline towards the dance floor.
President Bob smiled at Vorticus and pulled his wife aside. "Hon, listen, what did you do with the guest list?"
"Do with what now?" Cookie said innocently. In fact, she did this on purpose.
"The guest list, you bloody fool!" Bob spat. "This party was for the r, not the mailman!"
"Commoners should be counted out, eh?" A voice said behind Bob.
Bob froze. "Awww shit." He muttered, turning around to face Senator Jamie, with his friend Nick following close behind.
"Hello there, Mr. President." Jamie said calmly. He was a resourceful member of the CG Parliment, always in stark contrast to the President's actions (Think of him as the sexy wrench in President Bob's equation. He was CG Beat's choice for sexiest politician). "I see you're still ignoring the poor."
"Senator Jamie, so good to see you" Bob replied sourly.
"It's so very good to see you and Cookie." Jamie said suavely, taking Cookie's hand and kissing it. Cookie giggled oh so happily
President Bob groaned. "What brings you here, Jamie?”
Jamie lowered Cookie’s hand tenderly. “Well, your wife did invite me, Mr. President.”
Bob’s left eye twitched, his toupee slipping from its spot. “Hon, why did yo-“
“This is to be a party celebrating the country we stand for. We can’t only invite people that you like. After all, that would be a very small list if we invited only people you like” Cookie grinned as Jamie scoffed at Bob, eliciting a glare from the image-oriented president.
"Dude, they have booze!" Nick suddenly said, pointing towards the large bar and throwing the tension right out of the window.
"Go get hammered." Jamie sighed. "I'm not going to be the one holding your head when you throw up the food you ate last week.”
“Drunk douchebag.” Bob muttered again. I say, he has a really bad muttering problem. I never noticed it when I was alive…
“Hey, rat on his head! SHUT IT!” Nick bellowed. The entire party went silent.
"Now, now, this is not the time for that." Yet another voice said behind the President. Bob turned around so fast his toupee came off… again to a large blinding light.
Mooman stood in front of his ever so trusty cameraman, Rock_Dash. “Mr. President, any need for this sudden cursing.”
Bob turned three shades of red. “Cookie, hun, did you invite HIM?”
“Peeeerrrrhaaaappps.”
-- The party was in full swing within the hour. Lego, Tynan and Nick were already pretty tipsy, singing some Serbian drinking song Lego had taught them.
“Go mom! You know how to salsa dance!” Elizabeth nagged.
"But Elizabeth..." Nanda whined, holding on to Mr. Mojito.
"Mom, look! Stinky is there, all alone. Go dance with him."
Elizabeth snatched the drink out of her mom’s grasp, making Nanda whine slightly. “Go, dance, now.”
“Yes ma’am…. But what should I say?”
“You’re a grown woman, dammit. GO!” Elizabeth pushed her mom one last time.
Nanda trudged, yet nervous, next to Stinky, who had been sitting at the bar. "a kad je tuga onda mora da se cuga!" Lego bellowed with Tynan and Nick, drinking vodka, straight out of the bottle.
Nanda winced from the yelling, tapping Stinky on the shoulder. “Care to dance?” she said, blushing like a little girl once again.
Stinky smiled. “Of course.” He took her hand, and walked out onto the dance floor, dancing with the skinny and gorgeous woman in front of him.
Nanda danced with Stinky, blushing profusely. He was an excellent dancer, no doubt about it. However, as the dancing went on, Nanda stared into his grizzled dark eyes.
She loved every step with him, forgetting everyone around them -- Cookie danced with President Bob, watching Nanda and Stinky dance together. "Wow, looks like Nanda got her man."
"Who?"
Cookie groaned. “Our neighbor, one of my friends, remember?”
“Dunno.” Bob shrugged his shoulders.
“Jesus Bob, do you even CARE what I even do, as long as you have what’s between my thighs?” Cookie said.
"Mrs. Oosterwijk?" Cookie turned her head to see McDuffies, who she hired as a waiter. He had the most adorable suit on, with fur sticking out of the sleeves and neck.
"Yes?" Cookie pulled away from her husband.
“There’s a call waiting for you”
“Ah, thank you. Excuse me, Hun” Cookie said, following the cat as he escorted her.
Senator Jamie danced by Bob with Soap in his arms. “Rejected, eh?” Jamie grinned.
“Bite me, I’ll whoop your ass with my military spending bill tomorrow.” Bob muttered, walking off the dance floor and approaching the bar.
“Hit me with a hard one” Bob growled.
Escushion grinned. "With pleasure."
“Mr. President, what happened?” Mooman said behind Bob.
Bob froze. “Um… wellll…. “ He wouldn’t move.
“Don’t worry, no camera. Just here for the party.” Mooman smiled, sitting beside President Bob.
Bob grinned. “Party indeed.” -- Faceless looked at the grandiose cake on the catering table. Looking around, he slipped the remote controlled cherry bomb into the cake.
Chapter 17: Dinner Party (Part 2)
Cookie was pinned up against the wall of the dark kitchen, making out with McDuffies, his arms holding her up by her firm thighs. They both breathed together in heavy unison, locking lips and sharing massive amounts of saliva as his hands went higher up her thighs. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.
Cookie pulled her ruby red lips away from McDuffies for a second. "Telephone call?"
"I needed to place a collect call." McDuffies grinned, grabbing her thighs again.
Cookie jumped, smiling devilishly. "Ring me up." She giggled at their bad banter, kissing yet again upon the lips. McDuffies’ pants fell down almost automatically, and her hands gripped his lower part of his head as they shared more and more of their saliva.
McDuffies' hand was halfway up her buttocks when the back door crashed wide open, forcing McDuffies to press against Cookie, hiding from Nick as he stumbled into the room drunkenly.
"DA SE CUGA!" Nick yelled in his drunken stupor. McDuffies and Cookie pressed against the wall in horror.
Nick turned and saw them, smiling drunkenly. "Hooooowwww cccwwwwuute." He said, tripping on his own foot and collapsing on the ground.
Cookie and McDuffies looked at each other, shocked. His hand went up to cookies' ass for a quick squeeze.
"Rain check?" Cookie offered, swatting down the hand.
"Allright" McDuffies said, pulling up his pants -- Sparrow walked into the party around two hours late, after her quickie with Team drew out rather long. Her hair was actually rather well tamed after their romp.
"Do we really have to be here?" Sparrow lamented.
"If we went on, hun, we'd never stop." Team said, kissing his wife on the lips.
Sparrow giggled. "Aww, hun."
"Team!" CJ called out. Sparrow and Team turned around to see CJ completely out of breath.
"What's wrong, CJ?" Sparrow said.
"The girls ran off." CJ said. "KKB had to go for some job of hers, and the girls ran off here."
Team and Sparrow looked at each other. "Split up?"
"Yeah." -- RA sighed. She hated dancing. And especially with her father. "Daaaaad." she whined.
"Shhh now. When was the last time we danced?"
"Never." She growled.
"Hello, mademoiselle." Claude purred. He was in a slick tuxedo, probably borrowed from his father's closet.
Dawg's veins already started to enlarge. "You....."
Toxic, the wildly gay neighbor, patted Dawg on the shoulder. "Now, now dawg, your little girl is growing up. Leave her be."
Claude took his girlfriend's hand and led her away. Toxic took her place, dancing with Dawg.
"Tox, I don't swing this way." K-Dawg growled, an identical growl to his daughter's.
"Shhh. This is my favorite song. just.. dance with me." Toxic sighed, holding Dawg closer.
K-Dawg growled again.
"Such a lovely party, no?" Toxic said. "Wish PAL was here to see it. Pimpette would have loved the party as well."
With the free bar that was runnin, hell yeah.
K-Dawg went silent.
"I've seen the full report. There's been some interesting things that have popped up."
K-Dawg countinued his silence until the song ended.
Toxic kissed Dawg. "I'll be in touch.” he said, walking away.
--
Sparrow scanned the party, looking for one of her daughters. She immediately spotted Mona streaking past Tabi and Sortelli. "Great, another thing they get from their father. Streaking." She moaned, chasing after her daughter.
Mona jumped into the pool, giggling as she joined her sister splashing around in the pool butt ass naked.
"Mona and Katherine! Out, NOW!" Sparrow barked. The girls paid no attention, splashing about the pool naked.
Team re-appeared by his wife’s side. “Girls, you’re embarrassing us. Get over here, now.”
Sparrow looked around at everyone watching the two girls play Marco Polo butt naked. “Dammit” she muttered, getting into the pool in her expensive dress and wading over to her daughters as they splashed about.
--
Cookie walked back out to the party, adjusting her dress (it's become a habit, no?). She noticed the leather jacket-clad Faceless walking around the party. "Who the hell is he?" She muttered. She walked through the party, avoiding the people as they watched the girls play in the pool.
She approached Faceless. "Hi, who the hell are you?" She said, grabbing his wrist.
Faceless was startled. "Um, I was invited."
"Ohohohoh, you are not, kid." She pulled him by the wrist, showing the detonator hidden in his palm. "Oh what the hell do you think you are kid, a mini Osama?" She said, trying to pull the little thing out of his hand.
"Lemme go!" Faceless yelled. He held onto the detonator with his fingers, tugging on it. --
War saw the detonator from a mile away. From his electric wheelchair, he sped off towards Cookie and Faceless struggling with the small detonator.
--
Sparrow held up her girls from the scruffs of their necks. She was dripping wet, standing in the pool. She cursed a couple lines in Elvish as she watched War speed towards Faceless and Cookie. -- War slammed into faceless with a satisfying crunch. At that very same exact moment, Cookie's finger slipped on the detonator, exploding the cake all over the backyard in a torrent of icing and chocolate. -- Cookie coughed. Whipped cream somehow went up her nose. "What the hell was that, kid?" She moaned, rolling over on her back, legs open. People looked around dazed as they were covered in cake.
"Cherry bomb." Faceless said.
"That was some cherry bomb." Cookie moaned, legs wide open. She sighed.
"Dude, you got fucked!" Claude yelled out from the other end of the backyard.
Everyone was deathly quiet. Cookie looked around.
Vorticus stood at the bar with his mouth wide open, staring at Cookie lying on the ground. "Another lucky day." He said, looking up Cookie's dress.
"You can see everything." Escushion agreed, as Bob, Mooman, KKB and lego watched Cookie.
Cookie blushed, yelping as she realized that McDuffies took her panties.
Again.
Chapter 18: Dating Hopes
Tabi stared at herself in the mirror of the restaurant. Makeup covered her face as she stared at herself in the mirror, blinking almost mindlessly.
She was on a date with Warren, the janitor. She couldn't believe herself. She applied more lipstick to her lips. She thought about the words her boss told her two weeks ago at the party.
--
Sortelli sat with Tabi at Cookie's party, drinking his sixth bottle of DonKerome for the night. He hiccupped lightly.
"Mmm ahhh yess, these ComicGenesis parties are much better than the Keenspot parties. A stuffy lot, those Keenspot people." Sortelli said languidly. "I mean, Crosby's always talking about how great he is, but COOOOMMEEEE ONNNN. We all know about the flatuance problem he gets, and it sure ain’t pretty." Sortelli groaned, emptying his glass of wine and pouring himself some more.
"Sir, what are we supposed to do then about the leak?" Tabi asked. She was only on her second drink of the night.
"There is something you must do." Sortelli said. "You are a social pariah. Everyone thinks you are the one responsible."
Tabi looked down, sighing.
"However, this is our advantage." Sortelli pointed one tentacle into the air. "I have a private eye who you can help find the leak." Sortelli snapped his tentacle (I don't know how he does it), summoning something from the other side of the party.
"This is Netpoet, a good PD. He was the one to find out that Leko was cheating on me." Sortelli continued. Tabi could now see the naga slither towards them.
"Hello" Tabi said.
"Good evening, madam."
"He'll be the one you'll assist to catch the leak and save the company." Sortelli said proudly.
All Tabi could do was choke on the wine, spitting it out on McDuffies as he passed. “Save WHAT?”
“We’re loosing value. Sales have gone tremendously down. No one wants to do work with a R&D company that looses all of its secrets. You must help us, Tabi dear. You’re the only one that can save us”
“Thanks a lot, Darth Tentacles” Tabi muttered, downing the wine.
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Tabi applied her makeup again, her boss' words ringing in her ears. This was for her job. She acted as a diversionary tactic so that Net could investigate it
She snapped out of it as her phone rang from her purse. It was Netpoet.
"I'm checking Warren's apartment. It's right near the restaurant, so keep him busy." Net said.
"Understood." she said. She hung up her phone and put it into her purse.
Tabi walked out of the bathroom and back to the table, smiling to Warren. "Sorry it took so long." She said.
Warren adjusted his tie as she sat down. "You took a while."
"Well, I had some work to do” Tabi said.
Warren nodded “Uh huh.
Tabi's face went pale (yes, the pale face runs through her family line) as she noticed her husband walking into the restaurant. "Oh shit."
"What's wrong?" Warren asked.
"Oh shit shit shit shit SHIT!" Tabi said. She grabbed Warren by the wrist and pulled him, running towards the kitchen, narrowly avoiding Lego’s view as he scanned the restaurant and walked over to the bar.
"What's going on?" Warren said, hobbling about as he avoided pots and chefs as Tabi ran through the restaurant kitchen.
"My husband." Tabi ran as fast as she could in high heels. She ran out into the alley.
Tabi stared at her hands as she leaned against the alley wall. She was scared.
Warren glared at her. "You're married, huh?"
"I thoughf you knew" Tabi said.
"You're pathetic." Warren spat. He walked away from Tabi.
Tabi sighed as Netpoet slithered out of the darkness inside the alleyway.
"Found some drugs in his dingy little apartment." Net said.
"No plans?"
"None whatsoever."
Tabi sighed. "Allright." She started to sob in that dingy alley, receiving no comfort from the naga's arm.
"Allow me to drive you home, madam." Net said.
"Yes please." Tabi said
