It's Called Being Sassy

Spilling Tea

Marcy shoos the glee club away. "Go have fun! The work begins at dawn!"

The club stops.

"I'm kidding. Once you get to school."

Karen narrows her eyes. "You're cold, EmJay."

"Also serious. So get out."

Karen stomps over and hugs her against her will. She also whispers something in her ear.

Mari is next.

Marcy sags. "Please go."

The two leave but not without giving her telling looks.

Marcy turns to Ellen. "Do you have a best friend?"

The redhead nods.

"Get rid of her as soon as possible. She's going to make you want to kill her."

"You love them." Quinn teases.

"Oh shut up. I'm going back to Freddy's. Let's roll, Chang!"

Quinn shakes her head with a smile as she leaves. "She has a good point though. That piece of chicken tender wasn't enough."

"Where are we going to eat it?" Mercedes wonders.

"At home." The blonde shrugs. "Pop can't get mad at Marcy and it would be hypocrisy to chastise us when she's eating it."

"You're an evil genius." Mike isn't complimenting her.

But she takes it as one. "Thank you!"

"Let's just go get food." Mercedes rolls her eyes at her love. "I don't know exactly what she ordered so we have to get there when she does."

MJ

Mal opens the door to the Jones home and the two groupings of lovers, Marionette and the twins come in.

Donald is sitting on the stairs. "You've been gone forever!"

"Granddad?" He's perplexed.

"Roadrunner, let's talk."

"Nope." Marcy sips her soda.

Donald gives her a look. "Young lady,-!"

"One more time?" She lifts a brow angrily.

He knows fire isn't going to get her to back down. "I want to talk to you about a job."

Sam whimpers, Tina and Ellen right behind him.

"What kind of job?" Marcy is very shrewd.

"You'll see. Let's talk in your room. You're free to decline but I don't think you will." Donald's very sure.

Marcy gives Mal her food. "Don't eat it."

Mal is worried about her. "I'll be right down here."

She rubs his back before leading their grandfather upstairs.

Dr. Jones comes in behind the group. "Why are you standing in the foyer?"

MJ

Mercedes and Quinn can't help but to gossip about what they think is going on upstairs. Donald can be very unpredictable.

Mike clears his throat. "Guys. It'll be okay."

"You don't know that, Mikey." Mercedes frets.

"He could be angry with her." Quinn adds.

Mal gives both a look. "Why?"