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Restaurant, booth
Steph: *looks around*
Lori: *looks at watch*
Steph: Momma...
Lori: Be patient.
Steph: You don't look patient.
Lori: I don't have to be patient, I'm your mother.
Scott: *walks over* Hey.
Steph: *lifts head*
Scott: *looks at Steph, smiles*
Lori: *stands, wraps arms around Scott*
Steph: *looks down at table*
Lori: *whispers* You're late. She thought you were doing drugs.
Scott: *lifts brow*
Lori: *lets go, sits*
Scott: *sits in booth*
Steph: *moves away*
Scott: *looks at Steph*
Steph: *fiddles with napkin*
Scott: I'm sorry I'm late.
Steph: *nods*
Scott: Remember that time you missed the schoolbus?
Steph: Yup.
Scott: That's what happened to me.
Steph: *looks at Scott* Why.
Scott: I read the schedule wrong. Different system here than what I'm used to.
Steph: You weren't doing anything naughty?
Scott: *smiles* No.
Steph: *slides closer* Okay.
Scott: *wraps arm around Steph, hugs her*
Steph: *staring at table*
Lori: *stares at Steph*
Scott: Is Dominick at daycare?
Lori: Yeah. Actually, I got a call the other day from one of the staff. It turns out Dominick was caught stealing candy from the candy jar on the desk.
Scott: That's not very good.
Lori: He's also been pushing the girls and making them cry.
Scott: *nods*
Lori: *stirs soda with straw* Normal little boy stuff I guess but he still needs a kick in the ass.
Scott: Right. *opens menu*
Lori: Maybe what you need to get around is a vehicle so you don't keep missing the bus.
Scott: *lifts eyes*
Lori: We'll go browsing sometime.
Scott: What happened to my car?
Lori: The dealer took it back. *drinks soda*
Scott: Perfect.
Lori: Of course you'll have to get a job first.
Scott: ...I have a job.
Lori: What you have is partial ownership of a company and enough money to live on per the judge.
Scott: *stares at Lori*
Lori: You used to work at a garage when you were in school, right? You can apply somewhere in town to make the payments.
Scott: I'm a data analyst, not a mechanic.
Lori: Then do some work for Bob.
Scott: *lifts brow* You want me to earn extra money by working for the same company that already pays me to keep you in your house and my children fed. That's called double-dipping. Not to mention for all intents and purposes, I'm still Robert's boss.
Lori: Then I guess you're not getting a vehicle.
Scott: Give me your car.
Lori: I need my car.
Scott: For what? You already have a truck.
Lori: Truck uses too much gas.
Scott: Then give me the truck.
Lori: No, it's expensive. I don't want you pawning it off for drug money.
Scott: *frowns* That's not going to happen.
Lori: How do I know that?
Scott: Why don't we work something out. Negative tests for the use of the car.
Lori: *narrows eyes*
Scott: I'll pick up Steph from school everyday.
Lori: No. I'll agree to the car but you're not picking her up.
Scott: Why?
Lori: You don't have custody, Scott.
Scott: The school's only a couple miles from the house.
Lori: *looks at Steph* Do you want him to pick you up?
Steph: *shakes head*
Lori: There you have it.
Scott: *looks at Steph*
Steph: *staring down at lap*
Scott: *looks at Lori* I can pick up Dominick.
Lori: *shakes head*
Scott: Please, Lori, I want to be in their lives for more than 3 hours a week.
Lori: I guess you should have thought about that before you stuck a needle in your arm.
Scott: *stares at Lori*
Waitress: *walks over* What can I get for you?
Lori: She'll have the chicken fingers and I'll have the salad.
Waitress: *looks at Scott* And for you?
Scott: I'm fine, thank you.
Waitress: *walks away*
Lori: *closes menu*
Scott: What can I do?
Lori: *lifts eyes* You've done enough.
Scott: *looks down at table*
Miami Shores, street
Scott: *gets out of car*
Lori: *steps out, walks around car*
Steph: *jumps out of car*
Scott: *kneels* I'll see you on Tuesday.
Steph: *nods*
Scott: *wraps arms around Steph*
Lori: *leans against car, crosses arms*
Steph: Bye, Daddy.
Scott: *lets go, places hand on Steph's head* Be good for your mother.
Steph: *nods, runs back into car*
Lori: *shuts door*
Scott: *stands*
Lori: What do you have planned for the rest of the afternoon?
Scott: I don't have much planned.
Lori: Looks like you'll need to find something productive to do. Later. *walks around car*
Scott: Maybe I could stop by after dinner?
Lori: No. *gets into car, shuts door*
Car drives off
Scott: *nods*
TBC................................
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Restaurant, booth
Steph: *looks around*
Lori: *looks at watch*
Steph: Momma...
Lori: Be patient.
Steph: You don't look patient.
Lori: I don't have to be patient, I'm your mother.
Scott: *walks over* Hey.
Steph: *lifts head*
Scott: *looks at Steph, smiles*
Lori: *stands, wraps arms around Scott*
Steph: *looks down at table*
Lori: *whispers* You're late. She thought you were doing drugs.
Scott: *lifts brow*
Lori: *lets go, sits*
Scott: *sits in booth*
Steph: *moves away*
Scott: *looks at Steph*
Steph: *fiddles with napkin*
Scott: I'm sorry I'm late.
Steph: *nods*
Scott: Remember that time you missed the schoolbus?
Steph: Yup.
Scott: That's what happened to me.
Steph: *looks at Scott* Why.
Scott: I read the schedule wrong. Different system here than what I'm used to.
Steph: You weren't doing anything naughty?
Scott: *smiles* No.
Steph: *slides closer* Okay.
Scott: *wraps arm around Steph, hugs her*
Steph: *staring at table*
Lori: *stares at Steph*
Scott: Is Dominick at daycare?
Lori: Yeah. Actually, I got a call the other day from one of the staff. It turns out Dominick was caught stealing candy from the candy jar on the desk.
Scott: That's not very good.
Lori: He's also been pushing the girls and making them cry.
Scott: *nods*
Lori: *stirs soda with straw* Normal little boy stuff I guess but he still needs a kick in the ass.
Scott: Right. *opens menu*
Lori: Maybe what you need to get around is a vehicle so you don't keep missing the bus.
Scott: *lifts eyes*
Lori: We'll go browsing sometime.
Scott: What happened to my car?
Lori: The dealer took it back. *drinks soda*
Scott: Perfect.
Lori: Of course you'll have to get a job first.
Scott: ...I have a job.
Lori: What you have is partial ownership of a company and enough money to live on per the judge.
Scott: *stares at Lori*
Lori: You used to work at a garage when you were in school, right? You can apply somewhere in town to make the payments.
Scott: I'm a data analyst, not a mechanic.
Lori: Then do some work for Bob.
Scott: *lifts brow* You want me to earn extra money by working for the same company that already pays me to keep you in your house and my children fed. That's called double-dipping. Not to mention for all intents and purposes, I'm still Robert's boss.
Lori: Then I guess you're not getting a vehicle.
Scott: Give me your car.
Lori: I need my car.
Scott: For what? You already have a truck.
Lori: Truck uses too much gas.
Scott: Then give me the truck.
Lori: No, it's expensive. I don't want you pawning it off for drug money.
Scott: *frowns* That's not going to happen.
Lori: How do I know that?
Scott: Why don't we work something out. Negative tests for the use of the car.
Lori: *narrows eyes*
Scott: I'll pick up Steph from school everyday.
Lori: No. I'll agree to the car but you're not picking her up.
Scott: Why?
Lori: You don't have custody, Scott.
Scott: The school's only a couple miles from the house.
Lori: *looks at Steph* Do you want him to pick you up?
Steph: *shakes head*
Lori: There you have it.
Scott: *looks at Steph*
Steph: *staring down at lap*
Scott: *looks at Lori* I can pick up Dominick.
Lori: *shakes head*
Scott: Please, Lori, I want to be in their lives for more than 3 hours a week.
Lori: I guess you should have thought about that before you stuck a needle in your arm.
Scott: *stares at Lori*
Waitress: *walks over* What can I get for you?
Lori: She'll have the chicken fingers and I'll have the salad.
Waitress: *looks at Scott* And for you?
Scott: I'm fine, thank you.
Waitress: *walks away*
Lori: *closes menu*
Scott: What can I do?
Lori: *lifts eyes* You've done enough.
Scott: *looks down at table*
Miami Shores, street
Scott: *gets out of car*
Lori: *steps out, walks around car*
Steph: *jumps out of car*
Scott: *kneels* I'll see you on Tuesday.
Steph: *nods*
Scott: *wraps arms around Steph*
Lori: *leans against car, crosses arms*
Steph: Bye, Daddy.
Scott: *lets go, places hand on Steph's head* Be good for your mother.
Steph: *nods, runs back into car*
Lori: *shuts door*
Scott: *stands*
Lori: What do you have planned for the rest of the afternoon?
Scott: I don't have much planned.
Lori: Looks like you'll need to find something productive to do. Later. *walks around car*
Scott: Maybe I could stop by after dinner?
Lori: No. *gets into car, shuts door*
Car drives off
Scott: *nods*
TBC................................