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Exchanging a Few Words
As Trish had called all of us earlier during the week for a shopping spree, we girls had been looking forward to the day. Of course, this was before the prior night, before Lisa Marie had pissed me off during my date.
Exhibiting a genuine smile as I spotted her waiting in front of a Starbucks, I hurried toward Candice.
"Hey, hun," she greeted with a smile of her own. "How'd your date go last night?"
I groaned as we started walking side-by-side. Although things with Edge had turned out well, I had yet to confront Lisa Marie about her actions.
My friend gave me a shocked look.
"That well, huh?"
I raised a hand, pressing it to my forehead as I explained.
"Lisa Marie made a complete ass of herself! I am so mad at her!"
Candice made a face, evidently glad she wasn't the object of my wrath.
"What happened?" she asked.
"Well, for starters," I told her as we crossed the street, "she hit on Edge right in front of me. Not just once but multiple times."
"Wow." The pretty brunette sounded a bit surprised. Of course, she knew all too well how Lisa Marie was, but she'd never known her to hit on any of our boyfriends before.
"Yeah. Meanwhile, Edge had tried to fix her up with a friend of his," I continued. "But she wasn't the least interested. I felt bad for the guy, actually."
"So, you haven't talked with Lisa about this yet, have you?"
I shook my head.
"Nope. She was so drunk by the time I was at my wit's end that she didn't even realize I was leaving!"
Candice reached over and grabbed my hand. Facing me, she looked quite concerned.
"Well, you'd better say something to her," she said. "Because if you don't, this entire afternoon is gonna be quite awkward."
I followed her line of vision to just ahead of us to see Lisa Marie and Trish across the street, in front of Bergdorf Goodman's exactly where the blonde had insisted we meet them. Lisa was wearing a pair of dark, oversized sunglasses, and I would have bet money that she had a severe hangover.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," I told Candice as we crossed the street to approach our friends.
Trish let out a little scream of delight, and I got my answer about Lisa Marie - she grimaced and held her ears. Indeed, she had a hangover, all right.
The little blonde hugged me and then Candice in turn. She was bubbling over with happiness over her first date with one Randall Keith Orton the previous night. It seemed her date had gone the exact opposite mine did.
"Randy is absolutely perfect!" she squealed as the four of us entered the store. "He's such a gentleman and has old-fashioned values!"
Candice made a face as she rolled her eyes our friend's way.
"Is that a nicer way of saying he's a sexist pig who still lives in the twentieth century?"
Trish was about to swat at her, but I did the honors for her.
"Who cares about that?" Lisa Marie whined. "Come on, honey, give us the dirt... So, is he good in bed?" A lascivious grin came to her face, and I noticed she was still wearing her shades despite the fact that we were now indoors.
Her nosy question only earned a pair of rolling brown eyes and a head shake.
"We didn't sleep together," Trish replied. "And we're not going to."
"Ever?!" the very sexual brunette asked, raising her sunglasses to peer at the other woman as though she were an alien from the planet Neptune.
"No, it's nothing like that," Trish said. "I just decided I'm not going to have sex with him until we get married."
Candice gave her a look much like the one the blonde had just received from Lisa Marie.
"Please don't tell me you got engaged on your first date!"
"No, we didn't. I was talking about in the future. I want to save myself."
"But honey, it's not like you're a virgin!" Lisa reminded her.
"No, but I want to do this so it's like a second virginity," Trish explained. "I just want to keep things sacred and special!"
"Aww," I said, giving her hand a squeeze, "I think that's sweet."
Candice just looked at her like she was weird, and Lisa Marie rolled her eyes.
"Do you really think that hot hunk of man is going to be able to hold out?"
"Yes, I do," the blonde stated emphatically.
Our friend rolled her eyes, but this time the gesture was accompanied by a little laugh and a shake of the head.
"Honey, if you don't give him some, he'll get it elsewhere," Lisa declared. "I know I would."
"You wouldn't have to," the other brunette said, a hint of cynicism in her voice. "That's because men will do it anytime, anywhere, with anyone."
"Oh, come on!" Trish protested. "I don't believe that. Not all men are like that!"
Lisa Marie rose, still shaking her head.
"Excuse me, ladies."
"Wait, I'll go with you," I said, standing up in a haste.
The petite blonde kept her eyes on us until we were gone.
"They're going in there to talk about me, aren't they?" she asked the one woman still left at the table with her.
"No," Candice said. "Not at all."
As Trish gave her a questioning look, she explained.
*
"Hey," I said as we were inside the ladies room. "I actually wanted to talk to you."
Lisa Marie smiled as she turned to face me at the mirror above the row of sinks. However, as she spotted my mood, she grew more serious.
"Sure. What about?"
"It's about last night," I said. After a brief pause in which she stared at me in silent anticipation, I bit the bullet and spit it out. "I'm really angry about it."
"Why? Was Edge a jerk about sex? That wasn't it, was it?"
I shook my head, incredulous. Apparently, Lisa Marie had no clue the person I was mad at was her.
"No, and he's not the one I'm mad at," I said, pointedly eyeing her. "Leece, you were all over him last night!"
Her face finally showed some recognition.
"Oh, that? I was just flirting a little." She whipped out a tube of lipstick and reapplied it.
I kept my gaze on her, pinching the bridge of my nose to keep my composure.
"It was a lot more than 'just flirting a little.' You really..." I sighed noisily and grabbed hold of her arm as she finished with the lipstick. Turning her to face me, I went on. "You really embarrassed and upset me! I'm still mad at you!"
She stared at me, and I was certain she was confused. However, after a moment, she looked remorseful.
"Honey, I'm sorry!" she cried, and she pulled me in for a hug. "I never meant to upset you. And I intended my flirting just to be in harmless fun." She peered into my face with humility as she held me back at arm's length. "Tell Edge I'm sorry, okay?"
"Okay," I nodded. "Thanks. But I really think Ken Anderson deserves an apology more than he does."
This time, a smile returned to Lisa's face.
"Any anger he felt toward me completely disappeared by the end of last night."
My brows rose in great surprise.
"You mean...?"
"Oh, yeah, honey... He's an absolute animal in bed!"
Lisa Marie laughed heartily, and I couldn't help joining her. We left the ladies room arm-in-arm soon after.