Falice: Overboard

4

"FP? You almost done with that?" an attractive, brunette, woman wearing a waitress uniform  asks him from the other side of the bowling alley. 

He had been fixing a couple of the lanes that had been down, and he threw a ball to see if it would re-rack, which it did, "Yeah! You should be good to go," he smiles at her. 

"Great, thanks! Your lunch is on the counter."

FP packs up his tools and crosses over to the diner. Pop's Chocklit Shoppe and RiverBOWL had been the hangout of many teens and adults alike throughout the years. FP himself went bowling with Fred and the guys, every Friday evening since his wife passed away. 

He plops down at the counter, smiling at the cheeseburger and fries that were waiting for him. "Want a soda too?" Hermione asks, adjusting the apron around her waist. 

FP nods, "Dr. Pepper would be great, thank you."

She cracks the can open and pours the drink into a glass while FP flips through the channels on the TV. Suddenly, he finds something that very much interests him. His eyes practically pop out of his head when he sees the image of a woman who looks scarily similar to Mrs. Cooper.  

"A blonde woman, roughly thirty years of age, was found by a fishing boat early this morning in Riverdale. She seems to be suffering some sort of amnesia, as she doesn't remember who she is or where she came from," a news anchor reports. 

FP's breath catches in his throat, "Fred! Freddy! Get in here!" 

Fred rounds the corner and sits down on a barstool next to him, "Yeah, what is it?"

"That's her!"

"That's who?"

"The bitch!"

The two men along with Hermione gather around the set with anticipation. "Early today, an unidentified man arrived at Riverdale General to claim the victim, however, it was to no avail," the reporter says. 

"That asshole is skipping out on her!" FP exclaims as a short video clip of Harold leaving the hospital flashed across the screen.

Fred scoffs, "Well, do you blame him?"

"If anyone has any information about the mystery woman, please contact Riverdale General Hospital immediately," they conclude. 

FP shoves his burger in his mouth, "Great. How the hell am I supposed to get my money now?"

"You know where she is--just head down to the hospital," Fred suggests.

He finishes the burger in record time, "She doesn't even remember who she is--you think she's gonna remember who I am?"

Just as FP said those words, an idea hit him square in the face. He pauses, the wheels turning faster and faster, a crafty smile appearing on his face, "Oh, Freddy--there is a God and he loves me!"

"Huh?"

FP jumps off the barstool with more vigor than he felt in years, "Hermione--got any old clothes lying around?

The raven haired waitress nods, "Yeah--I got a bunch of them from before I lost the weight, why?"

"Perfect! I'll stop by and pick them up. Freddy, we gotta go talk to the kids--"

Fred suddenly realizes exactly what FP is doing, "FP--FP, don't do something you'll regret! FP this is illegal!" he shouts after him, but FP simply clicks up his heels in glee as he heads towards the exit. 

"You worry too much! Now, let's go get the new Mrs. Jones," he says with a wink.