Looks Like Trouble --Chap 1 Episode 2

What an epic night of partying. What a stupid thing to do before your first day at work at. The karmic payback? Instead of giving tours or procuring beautiful pieces of art for the museum, Michele's bleary eyed performance garnered her a job in the Children's Art Room, where her daily uniform consists of pure humiliation.

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There is only one way to make this all right. More bad choices at The Blue Velvet!

The place isn't as lively as the last time Michele visited. Then again, the last time she visited wasn't a weekday. There is one guy. Balding. Wearing a blue blazer with white piping. And an ascot. Really? An ascot?

"Can I buy you a drink, sweetheart?"

"Can you buy me three?"

Ascot Baldie was very friendly. And he purchased three drinks for Michele. This upped his attractiveness by a factor of, well, three. And after drinking all three drinks, Ascot Baldie started looking a lot like Morris Chestnut.

"I didn't know this place had live music, Morris," Michele said when Ascot returned with a fourth drink.

"Derick, sweetheart. My name is Derick. Should I call you sweetheart all night long?"

"If you like. Or you can call me Michele. I like sweetheart, though. Makes me feel pretty."

"You should feel like you look, sweetheart. Ready for a refill or would you like to dance?"

"One of my many talents is I can drink and dance at the same time."

"You are light on your feet and lovely to look at."

"You wear a scarf like an ascot, yet I don't think you are gay. At least I hope you aren't."

Nope. Not gay.

Through her four drink fog, Michele knew she should be heading home. Sure it was bad showing up for work hungover for two days in a row, but it was worse to show up for your first day hungover and miss your second day all together. She made her way outside only to be followed by Ascot Baldie Morris.

"Are you sure you're going to make it home alright? You look a little. . . off."

"Whatchoo talkin' 'bout? I always sway like the Leaning Tower of Pisa and scratch my butt through my pants."

"I think maybe I should take you home anyway."

So chivalrous, Michele thought as they wended their way down the pretty town streets. And cute too, if you ignore the baldness and the big head and the scrawny chest and the skinny legs. When they finally reached her front steps he asked, 

"What would a guy need to do to get invited inside?"

"Oh, I don't know about some guys," Michele said as she giggled, "But you need to not be wearing an ascot and white piping." 

"That can be arranged."