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Psigns and warnings by ElObscuro

Dave and Margaret sat on the couch. Well, lounged would be a more accurate description. They were fully relaxed, amiably pointing out glaring plot holes in The Matrix. Again. Such s scene of tranquillity (well, apart from Margaret saying “BOOM!” repeatedly) could not, of course, be long sustained. Not in this town. “Knock knock! Geez, what are you two so engrossed in that you don’t notice someone pounding on the damn door!? Oh...” Marsha, naturally, had immediately thought of one possible answer to her own question. A quick look at the pair on the couch allayed that suspicion, unless both of them had gotten very much faster indeed at getting dressed. “Sorry, Marsha, “ said Dave, starting to get up, “We thought it was just more gratuitous explosions in the movie.” “Yeah, right, well....” “And how was your Christmas, Marsha?” Margaret interrupted before the Impossibly Cute One could ask more personal, or embarrassing, //is there a difference?// questions. “Just never doubt anything Mike says about his mother. He’s not exaggerating, he’s understating.” And Marsha shuddered at the mere thought of her boyfriend’s mother. As if speaking of the Dragon had summoned forth her scion, Mike chose that moment to walk in the girls’ door, “You know, Dave, the words ‘luggage’, ‘help’ and ‘with’ would go really well in a sentence right about now.” “Oh, alright, just let me get my coffee out of the grocery bag...” Dave grumbled. After Mike’s impatient nod and a bit of rummaging, Dave emerged holding two items: A coffee can, and a slender book. The former was held negligently in his left hand, while the latter was presented to Margaret with a small flourish, “For thee, oh fairest of the fair.” “Rule Number Five, Dave.” “Sorry. I’ll just go help Mike with that luggage, then, shall I?”, Dave looked contrite “That sounds like a good idea.”, Margaret seemed more exasperated than truly annoyed, however. After all, the book wasn’t a collection of love sonnets, as she had feared. Dave had instead discovered at Half Price a collection of Shakespeare’s best dueling scenes. Indeed, as Dave walked out of sight, she allowed herself a very small smile. Mike and Dave proceeded to the elevator. On the way down, Mike asked, “‘Rule five’?” “*sigh* ‘No cutesey-wutsey in public.’” For answer, Mike followed the time-honored tradition of males everywhere, for generations, raising his tentacle into the air and flicking the tip, making a “Wh-kssh! Wh-kssh!” sound. Meanwhile, Blue walked into the apartment, wondering what was taking so long, just in time to hear Marsha ask, “You have rules? And they’re numbered?” “Well,” Margaret replied, “I figured that if we were going to be a couple, it was better to get things straight, up front.” “So you two are a couple, then?” inferred Marsha. “oh.” Blue’s response was so quiet as to be unnoticed by either of the older women ----------------- Continue

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