“I’m going to stay a little longer. We’re having fun, aren’t we, Duckie?” she asked Beard Boy.
“Duckie?” Britt inquired.
“She can’t remember my name so she calls me Duck Dynasty. I think it’s the beard.” Beard Boy said indulgently.
“Is your name, like, difficult?” Britt asked, puzzled.
“It’s Joe,” he said, petting Marj’s hair fondly.
“Well, sorry, Duckie, but Marj and I have work tomorrow. I’m sure you have her number by now. Good night.”
Britt seized Marj’s arm and marched her to the door.
“Why did you do that?” Marj demanded.
“You’re drunk. You’re acting like an idiot. We’re going.”
She pouted. “You’re no fun.”
“My pretentious date said I was. He thinks I’m a riot.”
“Good for him. You’ll be seeing him tomorrow night. He’s cute.”
“Yes, he is, but he’s not my type.”
“Your type cheated on you. Let’s try my type.”
“What, breathing?” Britt snapped.
“Maybe you need MORE to drink,” Marj accused.
“Keys.”
Marj handed over her keys with a grumble and they went back to Britt’s apartment. She made Marj stay over so she wouldn’t drive home. She didn’t call Jack like she had said she would because she didn’t want Marj to overhear.
“Can’t call. Marj staying over,” she messaged him.
“So what? Call me!”
“Can’t. She could hear.”
“So don’t call me Pookie Bear while she’s in earshot.”
“U know what I mean we r not public.”
“We should be,” he answered.
“No. Makes me look bad, dip pen in office ink etc.”
“Do u wear a bonnet? Is it 19th century?” he messaged back.
“No. Sensible. Not smart to date boss.”
“Not ur boss. Dad is ur boss.”
“I want to be with u. Every1 can know.”
“No, please,” she replied.