MC throws her bag into the passenger side of the convertible. Time to make that long drive home. Crap, those two slobs will have turned the Shoppe into a pigsty by now.MC wanders back into the studio. She looks around for someone who just might be unduly concerned with hygiene. Maybe someone who tucks his shirt, never wears the same pair of sneakers twice and has every blade of hair perfectly in place – always.
Having failed to find Seinfeld MC lays eyes on Jacob. Hmmm. This is a new feeling. Housework over sex??? Could she be ready to place value on cleanliness over, . . .over. . .um. . ."godliness" just doesn’t seem to fit here.
Anyway – MC catches Jacob’s eye, long lashes and everything.
“Hey Jake!”
“Hey Ms. MC”
“Want to come back with me to the Antique Shoppe and scrub a few floors?”
Jacob’s eyes brighten up. An opportunity to spend time with Steve and Slash is more than he can handle and if MC wants to call it “scrubbing floors” then who is he to argue?
Jacob jumps into the convertible, in that cool way without opening any doors. Only it’s not really cool, is it?
MC utters a heavy sigh, and drives into the darkness, back to the barren homestead that, until last month, held so many satisfying memories.