Bad plan.

6

I sat there, my jaw slack, probably catching flies as my brain went on full reboot. Did he just ask me out? Stop staring you idiot just respond, and for the love of god say yes! I could feel myself turn crimson as Karl sat there just looking at me, he pressed his lips together obviously deep in thought suddenly. Most likely reconsidering his offer considering my state of dumbfoundness.
"Sorry, I just thought, nevermind. Forget I asked." He stated slowly, turning to face the bar.
"No, sorry I was just taken back. I wasn't expecting that." I watched as he sighed lifting his drink to his lips. Renee, you idiot you just made it worse, can you please for once in your life not sound like a bumbling moron. "Ugh."
"As I said, just forget I said anything." He said cooly, raising from the stool as my heart dropped. He left to go back to the table.
I dropped my head to the bar counter, sighing deeply closing my eyes. Yep, I'm an idiot. I snagged my drink in defeat, and joined the other three back at the table. Karl's demeanor had changed, where as he had been joyful and talkative now he was quiet. His lips were set line and refused to look at me.
I tried to focus on the conversation Tom and my sister were having but I just couldn't. My mind kept replaying the whole incident over and over again on an endless loop. That's how it always worked, self torture cause dear lord it liked to do that. Why had I froze? Dear lord, why did I always freeze when things like this happen?
The night neared to end and we walked out of the bar, Rosalyn and Tom still in deep conversation oblivious to the tension behind them. That tension being my idiot self and Mr. Whiskey. Tom turned to face us, and I plastered on a fake smile.
"Renee, it was wonderful having you and your charming sister out tonight." He beamed, looking back over at her.
"Our pleasure, Tom." I replied.
"It has been an amazing night." My sister gushed. "Tom, Karl, it was good to see the both of you again. I hope the two you have a good night."
"Like wise, Rosalyn." Karl stayed warmly behind me, my heart fluttered a bit. I joined my sisters side, looking at Karl who had yet to look at me.
" I guess I'll see you two tomorrow." I stated, waving to the both of them as we turned to leave.
"Night, Renee!" Tom shouted.
"That was amazing." Rosalyn stated dreamily as we walked back to my car.
"It was." An amazing display of my moronic brilliance.
"Tom asked me out!" She squealed as she sat down in my car. I sighed as I turned on the engine.
"That's awesome!" I replied with fake excitement. Trying to forget about the fact that Karl had me out as well.
"Alright, what's going on?" She asked, as I pulled out into traffic.
"Just tired and dreading getting up the morning." I half lied. I was tired, and I dreaded seeing Karl in the morning if tonight's mood was any indication of how things would go in the morning.
"Sure." She said suspiciously

The next I had to pull myself to my bed in order to make it to set on time. I went through make up and wardrobe with out seeing my morning coffee buddy, and it made me feel even worse then I had felt already. When I got to the part of set that we were doing filming I saw him, he was standing and laughing with Chris. I looked down at the floor, suddenly feeling like an outcast again.
  Before long we were in the throes of filming, I managed to push last night to the back of my mind. I was focused on the task at hand, i was being kidnapped by an alien race. Via Tom, seriously, Loki anyone? I was on fire, my lines perfect, my movements fluid.
    Could I have been allowing yesterday's frustrations flow out into my work? Hell yeah! I was supposed to be angry, and I could be angry, because I was. I was angry with myself for allowing myself to make a fool of myself. I threw myself into it, yelling at Tom, fighting with Tom. My humble opinion, it's the best I had done by far.
   That was till they called for lunch. Down time, time I had to sit and reflect.
   "Renee, you were killing it out there!" Chris stated enthusiastically, clapping me on my back. Stopping my brain from further self torture.
   "Thanks." I replied to him drily, grabbing a plate of food.
    "Whoa, what's gotten into you? Did you have your morning coffee?" He jested at me, I shot daggers at him. "Okay, I'll take it that it was something else."
    "Look Chris, I'd rather not talk about it." I sighed, sitting down.
    "You sure? Sometimes it helps to talk things through." His words were laced with concern as he down next to me.
     "Sometimes it does but, no offense, it's not really something I want to discuss with you." I picked at my food, trying to look at him.
     "I'm going to take a stab in the dark," he started, leaning back in his chair. "Something happened last night with Karl."
     "What would give you that idea?" I asked, my words trying to tumble over each other. He looked over at me out of the corner of his eye, a smirk played across his face.
    "For one, the two of you haven't said one single word to each other. He hasn't come over to sit down with us, and neither of you will look at each other." He taped the bottom of his chin with his finger before looking fully at me. "Did I miss anything?"
    "That you're smarter then you look?" I smiled at him, shaking my head.
    "I did, you haven't been nearly enough of a sarcastic asshole today." He added, I punched him lightly in the shoulder. "Though I am offended you three, and yes I'm including Tom on this, didn't invite me for drinks last night."
   "We were setting Tom and Rosalyn up." I playfully whined at him.
    "Now I'm even more offended. I was in on this." He faked a scoff at me.
    "You're right, you were. I feel like such an asshole." Sarcasm dripped from every word.
    "No you don't." He laughed. "How'd that go anyway?"
    "Well, he asked her out. So I guess okay." I told him, feeling much more at ease with how the day was going.
    "That's good. So now, how are we going to fix this." He said, point in Karl's direction and then back at me.
    "Dunno, do you have a DeLorean?" I quipped back.