"Hey, Frankie, c'mere." She leans in. "Closer." She leans closer. Mac uses every trace of his remaining decency not to grab her tits. She puts her ear close ot his mouth.
"I'm totally that kid you were talking about! My name's Mac, and I brought Bloo in years ago because my mom said I can't have him anymore. But I still visit him!" He laughed. "She has no clue! If she found out I was drunk right now, she'd mail me to India fifth-class!"
"Mac, i know you're you. I recognized you like seven minutes ago."
"You...did?"
"Yeah! You didn't think you were a master of deception, did you? You stammered so much, you sounded like Porky Pig. Plus, there were all those near-revealing slip-ups, when you mentioned Bloo, when you seemed to know me and about Foster's. And you're not drunk. The hostess gave you grape juice with a little cranberry mixed in."
Mac sat speechless. Frankie smiled and faced him, still very close.
"I'm sorry, but it was just so funny to watch you think you were....*sniff, sniff* holy hell, you ARE drunk!! What in the world is this?! I thought the hostess as only supposed to bring non-alcoholic drinks!!" The hostess of which she spoke came over to the table.
"Is there something wrong, miss?"
"You bet your butt there is!! My friend is drunk!! Why the heck did you give him real wine?!"
"My apologies, but the drinks he ordered came compliments of the man at table 9. I only delivered them, I swear!"
Frankie glared over at table 9 and her jaw dropped as she saw the four things that always spelled disaster: Bloo, Wilt (another imaginary friend), a trench coat and a fake mustache.
"BLOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"
The table was across the room, so she could only faintly hear "That's ORLANDO Bloo to you," as well as Wilt's obligatory 'sorry!'
She'd have to throttle them later. Right now, Mac was drunk and it looked like he was getting sick. She opted to deal with him first. She picked him up, slung him over her shoulder and carried him outside, pausing at the door to glare and point menacingly at Bloo.
"YOOOUUU!!!!"
Bloo raised a glass of apple juice. "Yes, yes, here's to me and my matchmaking. I'm such a good person."
"Bloo? I'm sorry, but I don't think Frankie appreciates you getting Mac drunk."
"No one ever does. The life of a saint is so taxing, Wilt. Something you wouldn't understand." |