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Psigns and warnings by ElObscuro

“Thanks for inviting us along, Mike.” Dave was reaching for a breadstick. “Yeah, well, I already had the reservations, but his dirtball Blue’s seeing blew her off...” Something about the way Mike snapped the breadstick in two made Dave very glad Gray wasn’t here right now, and he hardly knew the guy. “Well, if you have to work, you have to work. Personally, I think it’s really... crummy of his boss to call him in at the last minute like that.” Dave inevitably fell into the role of devil’s advocate with Mike. Margaret simply shook her head. //He should realize it’s a waste of time trying to be polite to Mike. I _know_ he knows stronger words for it that ‘crummy’..// “Mike, just clam down, honey, there’s no need to yell.” Marsha soothed. “I’m not yelling.” Mike protested. “You don’t have to sulk, either...” Marsha started, then paused. At least Mike wasn’t _angry_ anymore... “Mike,” hissed Marsha, “We’re in public! Keep your tentacle above the table!” “Even if I do _this_-?” Mike’s grin was more wicked than evil, and only delayed their order slightly. Dave let out a small sigh. \\I knew there was a reason for Rule Seven\\ Margaret was more vengeful, but before she could act, their orders arrived. As she took a bite of the lasagna she shared with Dave, though she turned to the other couple, and after a moment, when she could speak clearly, asked, “So, Mike, when are you planning to make good on that promise ring you gave Marsha, oh, over a year ago now?” The colors Mike turned were quite entertaining. ............................................................ Blue sat on the girls’ couch, where she was still sleeping until tomorrow night, moping. It was a really good mope, full of self-pity and general dislike of the world around her. She’d _never_ been stood up before, Dave notwithstanding. After all, he’d never actually agreed to a date, so how could he have stood her up? This was simply intolerable. Yes, he’d explained that he had to make a living, yes, she’d said she understood. But how dare his job be more important to him, even though they’d known each other for less than a week? And if she’d been face-to-face with that boss, oooh, would he be dead! April was doing something in the kitchen, probably making hot chocolate or something to ‘help her feel better’. Bleagh. I don’t wanna feel better, this is some nice warm self-pity I’m wallowing in, thank you! Blue was surprised she’d gotten to finish her train of thought and go back to mindlessly reading the newspaper before a knock came. I always seem to be interrupted mid-introspect lately. Listlessly, she rose to get the door. Oh, joy, they’re home. Happy face. Blue, unfortunately, had been moping too long to muster the energy to be convincing, and everyone could tell her smile was fake. They were just too polite to say anything. It was just as well that Roger chose that moment to join them, walk over to the girls’ window, and open it. He leaned out for a moment, nodded, and announced, “Hey, when was the last time that exterminator guy was here? We’ve got a bad case of ninja-types on the ledge.” Which is, of course, the universal signal for said ninja-types to flee. These guys were new at it, though, and ducked _into_ the window, then dashed through the apartment and the stunned roommates, out the door, and down the hall. One paused long enough to crack, “Mind if we use your bathroom?” in a muffled voice, before her compatriots grabbed her and dragged her along. The roommates stared dumbfounded at one another for a moment. Dave was clearly fighting some internal battle, and losing, “Those BASTARDS! How DARE they lurk right outside, spying on us!” He took off in pursuit. //Of all the times for that temper to flare..// “Dave! At least wait for your backup!” Margaret grabbed a pair of handguns from an anonymous drawer and joined the chase. ----------------- Continue

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