The Cupid Complication (A Shamy Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

'So, what are your plans for Date Night tomorrow with Sheldon?'

Amy, Penny, and Bernadette were sprawled out on the sofa in Penny's apartment, surrounded by empty pizza boxes and glasses of wine, chattering away like they always did on Girls Night.

'We're going to the Model Train Centre. Wouldn't be my choice of a romantic evening together, but you just can't say no to those...big, blue eyes...' Amy said in a daze.

'You should put your foot down about that. Get Sheldon to take you to a nice restaurant or something,' Penny replied between bites of pepperoni pizza.

'No can do, bestie. The Relationship Agreement clearly states that Sheldon gets to pick the date locations, and I get a goodnight kiss at the end of the night. It took a lot of negotiation,' Amy added with a sigh.

Penny stifled a laugh and Amy glared at her.

'It's not like your boyfriend makes you sign a contract for everything. We have to compromise, and believe me, he makes it difficult.'

'When does Sheldon not make everything difficult,' Penny exclaimed, chuckling. She and Bernadette exchanged knowing glances. Amy couldn't help but giggle this time; even she knew how much of a nuisance Sheldon could be, though she would never admit it.

Penny crossed her legs on the squashy sofa.

"Okay guys, let's play Truth Or Dare. Bernadette, wanna go first?"

"Sure. Dare." Bernadette said confidently.

Penny's mouth stretched into a wide wicked grin. She hopped up from the sofa and grabbed a bottle of clear liquid from the fridge, pouring it into a shot glass. Vodka. She handed it to Bernadette with a smirk.

"Bottoms up." Penny laughed.

Bernadette didn't look so confident now. Even so, she downed the glass in two seconds flat. She screwed her face up, her mouth contorting into a sharp frown. Penny giggled loudly, but Amy had a puzzled look on her face.

"I still don't quite grasp the comic element of this game." she said.

Penny explained, "Aha, well, I suppose it's just fun to watch your friends do silly things."

"Okay, bestie. My turn to ask you. Truth or Dare?"

"Er, dare." Penny decided.

"Alright, perform The Egg Dance." Amy declared.

"The what?!" Penny quizzed, laughing nervously.

"The Egg Dance. The Egg dance was one of the earliest Saxon Medieval dances and, like the Carole, was performed during a period of festivity namely the Easter-tide festivities. The egg dance was derived from a traditional Easter game, in the egg dance eggs were laid on the ground or floor and the goal was to dance among them damaging as few eggs as possible." Amy exclaimed, very matter-of-factly.

Penny and Bernadette stared at Amy. Then they looked at each other.

"Um, sorry Amy, I don't have any eggs..." Penny said.

"That's a shame," Amy frowned, "I must urinate, and do the frequent femenine rituals that one must do during the cycle of menstruation. It may interest you to know that I must go to the Water Closet every couple of hours, in order to prevent me from being at risk of TSS, or Toxic Shock Sydrome, if you prefer. Toodles."

Amy skipped out of the room and Penny and Bernadette looked at one another in disbelief. They loved Amy dearly, but sometimes she really was clueless.

Laughing, Bernadette suggested, "Onto the drinking games? To be honest, that is the only way I can put up with Amy's talking about 'the menstrual cycle.'"

Penny chuckled to herself. "Ditto."