"Woah, come on man! You're going to let your girlfriend control you like that?" Jimmy exclaimed. "That's a prime example of you being a perfect target."
"You saw what she did to me!" Chip replied. "She looked me right in the eyes and cast some sort...
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"Well, I hope you're very proud of yourself," Micky said. Her eyes bore into Chip's as she pointed towards Ben. "Your brother has burned off all of his tastebuds."
We all glanced over to see Ben wearing a harness around his face, which propped his mouth wide open, forcing him into an uncomfortable smile. Drool was slowly dripping out of his mouth and onto his shirt. It made a gross slime-like noise that made me cringe as I looked away from him in disgust.
"I'd like to apologize for my behavior," Chip spoke up. He unfolded his arms as he spoke to Micky and then glanced at Sabrina, Alba, Ben, and me. "I understand—as a new patriarch of this family—you're all looking to me to set the tone and I fell short." Chip crossed his arms again as he nodded to himself.
"Was that supposed to be an apology?" I questioned Chip.
"More or less," he replied uncaringly.
"Right.." I narrowed my eyes and nodded slowly. "It was a little unclear, so you might want to work on that."
"Why?" Chip asked bluntly. He had a smug look on his face as he was under the impression that he hadn't done anything wrong.
"Stop it," Micky spat at Chip. She was definitely over his antics. She was probably over everyone's antis actually. I was surprised that she was still here in all honesty, but I was very impressed that she stayed this long. "Nobody's looking to you for anything," Micky remarked.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Sabrina spoke up, her voice laced with sarcasm. "You think you're in charge? We're not gonna listen to a single word you say."
"Well, you're not gonna have to," Micky said ominously. She took a dramatic pause. I raised my eyebrows as I waited for her to explain. "Cause I'm catching the last chopper out of Saigon." She wore a smirk as she nodded her head, almost like she was proud of herself.
Alba gasped, "You're leaving?"
"Yeah, Alba, I'm leaving," Micky stated. "Have you seen that car outside?" The blonde woman pointed towards the door. "That's a pig, probably FBI and I'm pretty sure the IRS is not far behind. Once all this is gone, Alba, all that's left is this." She waved her hands over Chip, who was still sat with folded arms and a cocky grin. "And nobody wants just this." Suddenly, his face dropped.
I glanced over to look at Chip before shrugging to myself. He wasn't so bad. Sure, last night was a train wreck but at least it was a funny train wreck.
