BAMBOOZLED

Moment of Weakness

"Oh my god, we're gonna be stuck here until tomorrow morning." I whispered.

"That's not entirely true." George said. "Maybe just a few hours. I mean my family will notice that I haven't come home. I didn't tell them I had any plans so they'll of course come here and notice that we didn't finish closing up so they'll look for us and find us here."

"Are you sure?"

"No. I'm hoping that on my Mum's clock it'll show that I'm in peril and not at work."

"What kind of clock-"

"Don't ask, she just worries a lot."

"Alright then." I sighed.

"Would anyone come looking for you maybe?"

"No, I'm too unpredictable. My roommate would think I got caught up in some wild antics or something."

"Great." George lowered himself to the floor. I did the same.

"Why wouldn't you carry your keys?" I asked.

"I just forgot alright? I'm not used to being the only owner closing. But Sin and Fred just had to have their little date night." George grumbled.

"I mean they deserve it after all they've been through, no need to get mad at them."

"I'm not mad!"

"Then why are you yelling?"

"I'm just frustrated okay? I don't want to spend a night in a storage room with you."

"Well I'm not thrilled about the idea either. But you should feel lucky, this might be the best date you'll have this week." I stated.

"The bar is already so low, so that's not saying much. Don't flatter yourself, Vicelia." George rolled his eyes.

"Don't call Vicelia!"

"It's your name!"

"Yeah, well I didn't choose that. I go by Vice for a reason. Please respect that."

"Fine."

We sat there and just stared at each other. I could not do this for the rest of the night, so I would be the mature one here.

"Look, maybe we should do something to pass the time?" I suggested. "I know we aren't fond of each other, but I'd rather talk to you or something than just sit in silence."

"We could tell some jokes." He shrugged.

"Okay, you first."

"Um, what did the right eye say to the left eye?"

"What?" I asked.

"Between you and me something smells."

I hate myself for laughing. "That's silly. Um, what's the difference between a pickpocket and a peeping tom?"

"Tell me."

"One snatches your watch and the other watches your snatch."

"That's dirty!" George said, trying not to laugh. "I thought we were doing silly jokes."

"Oh come on, all the best jokes are a little dirty." I grinned.

"Why am I not shocked that your sense of humor is filthy?"

"Oh shut up, tell another joke."

"Silly or dirty?" He asked.

"Dirty." I bit my lip.

"Alright what goes in hard and dry and come out soft and wet?"

"A pecker?"

"Gum." He smirked. I laughed loudly, causing myself to snort. "Now what was that?"