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Restaurant, 12pm
Lori: *runs in, sits* Sorry I'm late.
Katie: *looks at watch* You were supposed to be here at 10.
Lori: Slept in.
Katie: *opens book* Now, I think you should have a big extravagant wedding but Tim here thinks you should have one of those lame close-knit family ones.
Lori: *looks at Katie* Huh?
Katie: ...We're here to discuss the wedding. Like every weekend.
Lori: Wedding. Right. I'm getting married. To Scott. I-I mean obviously *laughs* to Scott.
Katie: *flips page* Hey you think we can order one of those giant ice swans?
Speed: *staring at Lori*
Lori: *scratches head* Uh...sure, whatever you want Mom.
Katie: You sure? They're expensive.
Lori: Then don't get the giant ice swan.
Katie: But it would make everything look really sophisticated.
Lori: Alright then, get one.
Katie: It might melt and pose a safety hazard.
Lori: Look, if you want the bloody swan, get it. *angry sigh* Jesus.
Katie: What's your problem?
Lori: Bad morning.
Katie: You have a fight with Scott or something?
Lori: I just don't really want to talk about the wedding right now, okay? Can we put the book away for a while?
Katie: Sure.
Speed: *staring at Lori*
Lori: *looks at Speed* What.
Speed: Nothing.
Katie: I hope Scott's mother contributes to this wedding, she's loaded. Hey you think we should discuss this with Scott tonight at dinner? He-
Lori: Mother shut up about him already!
Katie: *stares blankly*
Lori: *slouches in booth, crosses arms*
Speed: Katie, maybe you want to give us a minute.
Katie: Fine. Talk some manners into her while I steal tampons from the coin machines. *stands, walks away*
Lori: *frowning*
Speed: Where were you last night?
Lori: I drove up to Orlando, there's a little restaurant there that serves the best smoked salmon in all of Florida.
Speed: In the middle of the night.
Lori: Oh my God, did Scott call you or something? That's pretty pathetic.
Speed: He said it's not like you to not come home.
Lori: Is it a crime to want one night to myself?
Speed: No. But you don't eat fish.
Lori: Doesn't mean I won't.
Speed: I expected a better lie from you.
Lori: I wasn't out doing drugs.
Speed: Really.
Lori: Yeah.
Speed: Then what were you doing?
Lori: I was...you know what? *throws hands up in the air* you got me. I checked into a hotel and smoked some pot. My week has been stressful.
Speed: Pot.
Lori: Yep. I'm a horrible, horrible person. Drugs, whew, you must be pissed. Rightfully so. Drugs are very very bad. It won't happen again.
Speed: So I guess the truth must be even worse for you to confess to drug use.
Lori: I'm not lying.
Speed: You've already lied once.
Lori: I don't have to listen to this. *grabs purse*
Speed: You didn't want to talk about Scott.
Lori: *scoffs* Alright. *slams purse onto table* I didn't go home last night because I didn't go home last night. It's not any of your business where I go in my spare time and it's not any of his either. I am allowed to have a life outside of my home. I don't need everyone running surveillance on me.
Speed: What's his name?
Lori: There is no name because there is no guy.
Speed: Stop lying to me. Your truck was in Coconut Grove.
Lori: You ran the GPS on my TRUCK? What the hell happened to not getting involved with everything?
Speed: Scott was worried.
Lori: That's his problem. Since when do you do whatever he says?
Speed: He didn't ask me to do anything. He doesn't know I ran the GPS.
Lori: How discreet of you.
Speed: What is his name.
Lori: ...*looks down at table* ...
Speed: *shakes head* Lori-
Lori: What. You're going to lecture me on faithfulness? You have no god damned idea why I did what I did.
Speed: He must have been something.
Lori: *rolls eyes* ...He's...he's a cop.
Speed: *frowning*
Lori: It was a mistake.
Speed: No. It was hormones and stupidity.
Lori: *lowers head* Look, I already feel horrible enough about it, I-
Speed: Good. And you'd better hope to hell that Scott doesn't just leave your ass in his rearview mirror.
Lori: You're not going to tell him, are you?
Speed: No. You're going to tell him. But if I were you, I'd do it sooner rather than later.
Lori: ...I don't know how he'll take it.
Speed: I guess you're about to find out.
Lori: *frowns*
Katie: *walks over* Okay there aren't any tampons left and my purse could be its own floatation device. Are you two finished yet?
Lori: *stands, leaves*
Katie: What was her problem?
Speed: She's related to me, that's her problem.
Katie: Oh. Well that's a given.
Office building, 2pm
Lori: *knocks on wall*
Scott: *lifts head, smiles* Hey. Where were you last night? I was worried sick.
*stands* Are you okay?
Lori: That's...actually what I wanted to talk to you about...in this very public place with lots of witnesses. *grabs chair, sits*
Scott: *sits on desk* Okay. What is it?
Lori: ...I...I uh...I spent the night at Rosa's place.
Scott: *nods*
Lori: With another man.
Scott: *stares blankly*
Lori: It's not like I planned it or anything, it just sort of happened. It was a mistake and I'm sorry.
Scott: You...slept with this guy.
Lori: *squints* Twice.
Scott: Oh, twice. Sorry.
Lori: *waves hand* Ah you don't have to apologize.
Scott: I wasn't.
Lori: Right. Gotcha.
Scott: *stands, walks around desk, sits in chair*
Lori: *looks at Scott*
Scott: *opens folder, grabs pen*
Lori: *lifts brow* I guess I was expecting more of a reaction.
Scott: Get out of my office. How's that?
Lori: *nods slowly* Loud and very clear. Um does this apply to our house too?
Scott: *writing*
Lori: Scott?
Scott: *presses button on phone* Jeanine.
Jeanine: *walks in* Yes?
Scott: Please escort Miss Speedle off the premises. If she didn't bring a vehicle, ensure that she gets a cab home.
Jeanine: No problem.
Lori: *stands* Just so we're clear...which home?
Scott: I'm going to let you decide that.
Lori: So on the off chance that I pick our house, are you going to be there tonight?
Scott: Yes.
Lori: ...Are you mad?
Scott: Do I look mad?
Lori: I can't tell.
Scott: Then I suppose that's another thing you can think about while you're removing yourself from the building.
Jeanine: *grabs Lori's arm*
Lori: *pushes Jeanine* I can see myself out. *leaves*
Scott: *stands, places folder in filing cabinet*
Jeanine: Is everything okay, sir?
Scott: *turns around, places hands on chair* Did you get that report sent in to HR?
Jeanine: Yes.
Scott: Thank you.
Jeanine: You're welcome. Um...are you alright?
Scott: *staring down at chair*
Jeanine: ...Sir?
Scott: *picks up chair, slams it through window*
Glass falls everywhere
Jeanine: *flinches*
Everyone looks over
Scott: *runs hand through hair*
Jeanine: *blinks* That was 2 inches of glass.
Scott: I'm going to go take 5. You think you could run these numbers for me? I would really appreciate it.
Jeanine: Of course. *grabs folder*
Scott: *walks away*
Restaurant, 7pm
Katie: *sips wine* So...you two not talking or something?
Lori: *stabbing at pasta*
Scott: *pours wine*
Katie: Did you call those halls?
Speed: Most of them are booked up for weddings already.
Katie: Oh. *looks at Lori* Did you consider an outdoor wedding?
Lori: *frowning*
Katie: How about a Miami wedding.
Lori: No.
Speed: So she can say that word.
Lori: *looks at Speed*
Katie: Um...is there something I should know?
Speed: Nope.
Katie: Well if they're having a fight, maybe we shouldn't talk about the w-
Lori: Capital idea. Let's talk about something else.
Katie: Okay. How was your day?
Lori: Oh fantastic. You couldn't get a better day than the one I had. Did you know I'm a worthless bitch subconsciously intent on ruining the lives of everyone else while screwing up my own life in the process?
Katie: ...
Lori: I know, I spent all day thinking and that's what I came up with. Pretty neat, huh. *eats pasta*
Katie: Why would you be thinking about that?
Lori: Because I'm a whore, Mother.
Katie: ...I see.
Lori: *throws fork onto plate* Pass me the water, I don't feel so hot.
Katie: *slides water over*
Speed: Congratulations, that's called a conscience.
Lori: Thanks. I didn't realize that. *holds glass up to forehead, exhales*
Katie: Do I get to know what's going on at some point tonight?
Speed: Go ahead Lori, tell her.
Lori: I've told enough people.
Katie: Tell me! Tell me! I really want to know.
Lori: No. Can we drop it?
Katie: I'll figure it out eventually.
Lori: Sure you will.
Katie: So Scott, how was your day?
Scott: *downs glass of wine*
Katie: *lifts brow*
Speed: Planning a trip back to New York anytime soon?
Lori: *looks at Speed*
Scott: *places glass on table*
Speed: I heard you have a funeral to go to for your friend. Will you be returning to Miami after?
Scott: I didn't realize it was any of your business.
Speed: Just curious. I mean, that's your home. You might decide to stay there longer than you initially planned. It's not like Lori will miss you or anything, she has plenty of other fun things and people to do.
Lori: *frowns*
Scott: I would be eternally greatful if you would stop ambushing her, please.
Lori: *looks at Scott*
Speed: *blinks*
Scott: *grabs fork, digs into food*
Katie: *gasp* SHE CHEATED ON HIM!
Everyone looks over
Lori: *slams head onto table*
Katie: Oh you BITCH. He's such a nice man, why would you do that to him?
Lori: Speak a little louder, thanks.
Katie: He gave you everything! And what do you do? You go sleep with some other random dude? How dare you! I'd kill for a guy like this! You obviously don't deserve someone like him! Who was this random guy!
Speed: He was some druggie cop.
Katie: A DRUG-USING COP?
Lori: *covers eyes*
Waiter: *places water pitcher on table* Yeesh.
Old Lady: *leans over* How did you get in a restaurant of this stature?
Old Guy: I've seen hookers with more grace.
Old Lady: *slaps Old Guy*
Scott: *stands, grabs Lori's hand* Thanks for dinner.
Lori: *lifts head, stands*
Scott: *throws money on table, walks away*
Lori: *follows*
Katie: Damnit, see? She doesn't deserve him.
Speed: Down girl.
Katie: *throws bread into table* Can't make me.
Near car
Scott: *opens door*
Lori: *gets in*
Scott: *shuts door, walks around car*
Inside car, road
Lori: Thanks.
Scott: *staring ahead*
Lori: I can't even begin to apologize to you.
Scott: *swings wheel*
Lori: *grabs onto door* I completely understand if you decide to go back to New York. I'm sure I can find my own place in the mean time. Just drop me off at a motel, I'll be fine.
House, driveway
Scott: *turns key*
Lori: This isn't a motel.
Scott: *steps out of car*
Lori: *opens door, steps out*
Inside house
Scott: *picks up envelope, opens it*
Lori: *bites nail*
Scott: *leans against wall, staring down at paper*
Lori: I guess I'm not sleeping in our bedroom tonight.
Scott: *lifts eyes*
Lori: I'm just going to pack some stuff. It's probably for the best that I leave. *walks toward stairs*
Scott: *grabs Lori's arm*
Lori: *stops, looks down*
Scott: Something's wrong.
Lori: ...I don't know what you mean.
Scott: I found them, Lori. You're taking antipsychotics.
Lori: *steps back, crosses arms* When did you uh...when did you find them?
Scott: Tonight before we left.
Lori: *nods slowly* So you're going through my things now.
Scott: No. Your purse was lying open and they were there. When did you start taking them?
Lori: *sigh*...At the treatment facility. They weren't even prescribed until a couple of weeks before I left. And since my parents decided to get the drug tests from me personally, I modified the results to erase it. The doctors are leaning toward bipolar. *laughs* Turns out I'd been self-medicating for years. *sits on couch*
Scott: *sits* Let me guess, you stopped taking the meds recently.
Lori: I stopped when I was pregnant. And I only started back up this morning after I realized returning to a drug house wielding a gun and then gettin' steamy between the sheets with a complete stranger wasn't exactly a prime idea.
Scott: *nods*
Lori: So I am sorry for ruining our relationship because I didn't go back on my bloody meds for a week. *covers forehead* I'm so sorry.
Scott: *wraps arm around Lori* It's okay.
Lori: No it's not. How could I just flip a switch and do that to you? Nuts or not, it's not an excuse. It's unforgivable.
Scott: Nothing's unforgivable. At least not with me.
Lori: ...You must have been so angry.
Scott: Well...my office is going to need another new window. Let's put it that way.
Lori: *scoffs*
Scott: *smiles*
Lori: Let's keep this between us.
Scott: You still don't want your family to know what's been going on with you?
Lori: Not yet anyway. One 'surprise' at a time. Although it's probably not going to be a huge shocker looking back at my track record. They probably took a hint a while ago that something was up. *tilts head* Maybe not my mother but definitely my father.
Scott: At least now you know for sure.
Lori: I'm not much happier either way.
Scott: You're really not a 'glass half full' kind of person are you.
Lori: No but since you are, we must make a full glass. *smiles*
Scott: *laughs*
TBC...........................
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Restaurant, 12pm
Lori: *runs in, sits* Sorry I'm late.
Katie: *looks at watch* You were supposed to be here at 10.
Lori: Slept in.
Katie: *opens book* Now, I think you should have a big extravagant wedding but Tim here thinks you should have one of those lame close-knit family ones.
Lori: *looks at Katie* Huh?
Katie: ...We're here to discuss the wedding. Like every weekend.
Lori: Wedding. Right. I'm getting married. To Scott. I-I mean obviously *laughs* to Scott.
Katie: *flips page* Hey you think we can order one of those giant ice swans?
Speed: *staring at Lori*
Lori: *scratches head* Uh...sure, whatever you want Mom.
Katie: You sure? They're expensive.
Lori: Then don't get the giant ice swan.
Katie: But it would make everything look really sophisticated.
Lori: Alright then, get one.
Katie: It might melt and pose a safety hazard.
Lori: Look, if you want the bloody swan, get it. *angry sigh* Jesus.
Katie: What's your problem?
Lori: Bad morning.
Katie: You have a fight with Scott or something?
Lori: I just don't really want to talk about the wedding right now, okay? Can we put the book away for a while?
Katie: Sure.
Speed: *staring at Lori*
Lori: *looks at Speed* What.
Speed: Nothing.
Katie: I hope Scott's mother contributes to this wedding, she's loaded. Hey you think we should discuss this with Scott tonight at dinner? He-
Lori: Mother shut up about him already!
Katie: *stares blankly*
Lori: *slouches in booth, crosses arms*
Speed: Katie, maybe you want to give us a minute.
Katie: Fine. Talk some manners into her while I steal tampons from the coin machines. *stands, walks away*
Lori: *frowning*
Speed: Where were you last night?
Lori: I drove up to Orlando, there's a little restaurant there that serves the best smoked salmon in all of Florida.
Speed: In the middle of the night.
Lori: Oh my God, did Scott call you or something? That's pretty pathetic.
Speed: He said it's not like you to not come home.
Lori: Is it a crime to want one night to myself?
Speed: No. But you don't eat fish.
Lori: Doesn't mean I won't.
Speed: I expected a better lie from you.
Lori: I wasn't out doing drugs.
Speed: Really.
Lori: Yeah.
Speed: Then what were you doing?
Lori: I was...you know what? *throws hands up in the air* you got me. I checked into a hotel and smoked some pot. My week has been stressful.
Speed: Pot.
Lori: Yep. I'm a horrible, horrible person. Drugs, whew, you must be pissed. Rightfully so. Drugs are very very bad. It won't happen again.
Speed: So I guess the truth must be even worse for you to confess to drug use.
Lori: I'm not lying.
Speed: You've already lied once.
Lori: I don't have to listen to this. *grabs purse*
Speed: You didn't want to talk about Scott.
Lori: *scoffs* Alright. *slams purse onto table* I didn't go home last night because I didn't go home last night. It's not any of your business where I go in my spare time and it's not any of his either. I am allowed to have a life outside of my home. I don't need everyone running surveillance on me.
Speed: What's his name?
Lori: There is no name because there is no guy.
Speed: Stop lying to me. Your truck was in Coconut Grove.
Lori: You ran the GPS on my TRUCK? What the hell happened to not getting involved with everything?
Speed: Scott was worried.
Lori: That's his problem. Since when do you do whatever he says?
Speed: He didn't ask me to do anything. He doesn't know I ran the GPS.
Lori: How discreet of you.
Speed: What is his name.
Lori: ...*looks down at table* ...
Speed: *shakes head* Lori-
Lori: What. You're going to lecture me on faithfulness? You have no god damned idea why I did what I did.
Speed: He must have been something.
Lori: *rolls eyes* ...He's...he's a cop.
Speed: *frowning*
Lori: It was a mistake.
Speed: No. It was hormones and stupidity.
Lori: *lowers head* Look, I already feel horrible enough about it, I-
Speed: Good. And you'd better hope to hell that Scott doesn't just leave your ass in his rearview mirror.
Lori: You're not going to tell him, are you?
Speed: No. You're going to tell him. But if I were you, I'd do it sooner rather than later.
Lori: ...I don't know how he'll take it.
Speed: I guess you're about to find out.
Lori: *frowns*
Katie: *walks over* Okay there aren't any tampons left and my purse could be its own floatation device. Are you two finished yet?
Lori: *stands, leaves*
Katie: What was her problem?
Speed: She's related to me, that's her problem.
Katie: Oh. Well that's a given.
Office building, 2pm
Lori: *knocks on wall*
Scott: *lifts head, smiles* Hey. Where were you last night? I was worried sick.
*stands* Are you okay?
Lori: That's...actually what I wanted to talk to you about...in this very public place with lots of witnesses. *grabs chair, sits*
Scott: *sits on desk* Okay. What is it?
Lori: ...I...I uh...I spent the night at Rosa's place.
Scott: *nods*
Lori: With another man.
Scott: *stares blankly*
Lori: It's not like I planned it or anything, it just sort of happened. It was a mistake and I'm sorry.
Scott: You...slept with this guy.
Lori: *squints* Twice.
Scott: Oh, twice. Sorry.
Lori: *waves hand* Ah you don't have to apologize.
Scott: I wasn't.
Lori: Right. Gotcha.
Scott: *stands, walks around desk, sits in chair*
Lori: *looks at Scott*
Scott: *opens folder, grabs pen*
Lori: *lifts brow* I guess I was expecting more of a reaction.
Scott: Get out of my office. How's that?
Lori: *nods slowly* Loud and very clear. Um does this apply to our house too?
Scott: *writing*
Lori: Scott?
Scott: *presses button on phone* Jeanine.
Jeanine: *walks in* Yes?
Scott: Please escort Miss Speedle off the premises. If she didn't bring a vehicle, ensure that she gets a cab home.
Jeanine: No problem.
Lori: *stands* Just so we're clear...which home?
Scott: I'm going to let you decide that.
Lori: So on the off chance that I pick our house, are you going to be there tonight?
Scott: Yes.
Lori: ...Are you mad?
Scott: Do I look mad?
Lori: I can't tell.
Scott: Then I suppose that's another thing you can think about while you're removing yourself from the building.
Jeanine: *grabs Lori's arm*
Lori: *pushes Jeanine* I can see myself out. *leaves*
Scott: *stands, places folder in filing cabinet*
Jeanine: Is everything okay, sir?
Scott: *turns around, places hands on chair* Did you get that report sent in to HR?
Jeanine: Yes.
Scott: Thank you.
Jeanine: You're welcome. Um...are you alright?
Scott: *staring down at chair*
Jeanine: ...Sir?
Scott: *picks up chair, slams it through window*
Glass falls everywhere
Jeanine: *flinches*
Everyone looks over
Scott: *runs hand through hair*
Jeanine: *blinks* That was 2 inches of glass.
Scott: I'm going to go take 5. You think you could run these numbers for me? I would really appreciate it.
Jeanine: Of course. *grabs folder*
Scott: *walks away*
Restaurant, 7pm
Katie: *sips wine* So...you two not talking or something?
Lori: *stabbing at pasta*
Scott: *pours wine*
Katie: Did you call those halls?
Speed: Most of them are booked up for weddings already.
Katie: Oh. *looks at Lori* Did you consider an outdoor wedding?
Lori: *frowning*
Katie: How about a Miami wedding.
Lori: No.
Speed: So she can say that word.
Lori: *looks at Speed*
Katie: Um...is there something I should know?
Speed: Nope.
Katie: Well if they're having a fight, maybe we shouldn't talk about the w-
Lori: Capital idea. Let's talk about something else.
Katie: Okay. How was your day?
Lori: Oh fantastic. You couldn't get a better day than the one I had. Did you know I'm a worthless bitch subconsciously intent on ruining the lives of everyone else while screwing up my own life in the process?
Katie: ...
Lori: I know, I spent all day thinking and that's what I came up with. Pretty neat, huh. *eats pasta*
Katie: Why would you be thinking about that?
Lori: Because I'm a whore, Mother.
Katie: ...I see.
Lori: *throws fork onto plate* Pass me the water, I don't feel so hot.
Katie: *slides water over*
Speed: Congratulations, that's called a conscience.
Lori: Thanks. I didn't realize that. *holds glass up to forehead, exhales*
Katie: Do I get to know what's going on at some point tonight?
Speed: Go ahead Lori, tell her.
Lori: I've told enough people.
Katie: Tell me! Tell me! I really want to know.
Lori: No. Can we drop it?
Katie: I'll figure it out eventually.
Lori: Sure you will.
Katie: So Scott, how was your day?
Scott: *downs glass of wine*
Katie: *lifts brow*
Speed: Planning a trip back to New York anytime soon?
Lori: *looks at Speed*
Scott: *places glass on table*
Speed: I heard you have a funeral to go to for your friend. Will you be returning to Miami after?
Scott: I didn't realize it was any of your business.
Speed: Just curious. I mean, that's your home. You might decide to stay there longer than you initially planned. It's not like Lori will miss you or anything, she has plenty of other fun things and people to do.
Lori: *frowns*
Scott: I would be eternally greatful if you would stop ambushing her, please.
Lori: *looks at Scott*
Speed: *blinks*
Scott: *grabs fork, digs into food*
Katie: *gasp* SHE CHEATED ON HIM!
Everyone looks over
Lori: *slams head onto table*
Katie: Oh you BITCH. He's such a nice man, why would you do that to him?
Lori: Speak a little louder, thanks.
Katie: He gave you everything! And what do you do? You go sleep with some other random dude? How dare you! I'd kill for a guy like this! You obviously don't deserve someone like him! Who was this random guy!
Speed: He was some druggie cop.
Katie: A DRUG-USING COP?
Lori: *covers eyes*
Waiter: *places water pitcher on table* Yeesh.
Old Lady: *leans over* How did you get in a restaurant of this stature?
Old Guy: I've seen hookers with more grace.
Old Lady: *slaps Old Guy*
Scott: *stands, grabs Lori's hand* Thanks for dinner.
Lori: *lifts head, stands*
Scott: *throws money on table, walks away*
Lori: *follows*
Katie: Damnit, see? She doesn't deserve him.
Speed: Down girl.
Katie: *throws bread into table* Can't make me.
Near car
Scott: *opens door*
Lori: *gets in*
Scott: *shuts door, walks around car*
Inside car, road
Lori: Thanks.
Scott: *staring ahead*
Lori: I can't even begin to apologize to you.
Scott: *swings wheel*
Lori: *grabs onto door* I completely understand if you decide to go back to New York. I'm sure I can find my own place in the mean time. Just drop me off at a motel, I'll be fine.
House, driveway
Scott: *turns key*
Lori: This isn't a motel.
Scott: *steps out of car*
Lori: *opens door, steps out*
Inside house
Scott: *picks up envelope, opens it*
Lori: *bites nail*
Scott: *leans against wall, staring down at paper*
Lori: I guess I'm not sleeping in our bedroom tonight.
Scott: *lifts eyes*
Lori: I'm just going to pack some stuff. It's probably for the best that I leave. *walks toward stairs*
Scott: *grabs Lori's arm*
Lori: *stops, looks down*
Scott: Something's wrong.
Lori: ...I don't know what you mean.
Scott: I found them, Lori. You're taking antipsychotics.
Lori: *steps back, crosses arms* When did you uh...when did you find them?
Scott: Tonight before we left.
Lori: *nods slowly* So you're going through my things now.
Scott: No. Your purse was lying open and they were there. When did you start taking them?
Lori: *sigh*...At the treatment facility. They weren't even prescribed until a couple of weeks before I left. And since my parents decided to get the drug tests from me personally, I modified the results to erase it. The doctors are leaning toward bipolar. *laughs* Turns out I'd been self-medicating for years. *sits on couch*
Scott: *sits* Let me guess, you stopped taking the meds recently.
Lori: I stopped when I was pregnant. And I only started back up this morning after I realized returning to a drug house wielding a gun and then gettin' steamy between the sheets with a complete stranger wasn't exactly a prime idea.
Scott: *nods*
Lori: So I am sorry for ruining our relationship because I didn't go back on my bloody meds for a week. *covers forehead* I'm so sorry.
Scott: *wraps arm around Lori* It's okay.
Lori: No it's not. How could I just flip a switch and do that to you? Nuts or not, it's not an excuse. It's unforgivable.
Scott: Nothing's unforgivable. At least not with me.
Lori: ...You must have been so angry.
Scott: Well...my office is going to need another new window. Let's put it that way.
Lori: *scoffs*
Scott: *smiles*
Lori: Let's keep this between us.
Scott: You still don't want your family to know what's been going on with you?
Lori: Not yet anyway. One 'surprise' at a time. Although it's probably not going to be a huge shocker looking back at my track record. They probably took a hint a while ago that something was up. *tilts head* Maybe not my mother but definitely my father.
Scott: At least now you know for sure.
Lori: I'm not much happier either way.
Scott: You're really not a 'glass half full' kind of person are you.
Lori: No but since you are, we must make a full glass. *smiles*
Scott: *laughs*
TBC...........................
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