Steve was zipping his regular beer in their sofa, just as he had for the last 8 years. He was always the first to arrive to their spot, followed closely by Patrick, who was lately trying to avoid having to shop for baby oil and dipers.
- Hey mate.
- Hey Patrick, how's parenting doing?
- Terrible, I really don't know how she got me into it.
- You proposed, you like pregnant women, she wanted children, you do the math.
- I still don't understand.
- You get to hire nannys.
Soon after, Jeff and Oliver came in, holding memorabilia from old movies. A new waitress stared at a poster Jeff was carrying.
- "Oh my, The blob! Where did you get that? That's a classic!"
- Hello, he got it from my shop, here's my card.
- Hello.
Jeff was still shy around women, specially good looking ones and this one was no exception.
- Thanks, I'll stop by. You guys need a table?
- Don't worry, I see our friends.
The waitress looked over to the place where they pointed out. An older waiter mentioned they were regulars and what they may drink. She took notes just in case and went over other tables to give them time to settle in.
- Who is that long legged goddess?
- She looks familiar... Wonder if she's new.
- I dunno mate, but she knew what the blob was.
- Oh your bloody blob, how long have we had that talk now? 6 years?
- I think 8 or 9 mate.
- What are you guys talking about?
- A pause taking over a conversation like the blob.
- Oh right, poor puppies, there's always a puppy trapped.
Steve and Patrick looked at each other and laughed at Oliver's comment.
- So who is she? I wonder if I could get her number.
- Patrick please, sod off mate. We hadn't had beers together since Dom's birthday party.
- That was one lame party, not a single attractive woman.
- They were mothers, what did you expect?
- Hello guys, my name is Mag-
- Maggie?
- Professor Taylor? Oh my.
She tried to pull her skirt lower in an automatic reflex.
- No wonder you looked familiar!
- You guys know each other?
Patrick stared at the waitress thinking she could be next in his video collection.
- Maggie is at my creative writing class.
- And at the workshop.
- And last year you took up 19th century lit, am I correct?
- Yes professor. Ups, bad glimpse from my boss. So the other waiter mentioned you were the regulars and gave me your list of drinks... Mmmm... Let me guess: you mus be the one with the Guiness, correct?
- Yes I am how did you know?
- You're sitting alone trying to separate yourself from the rest. Professor and you Mr. Morris, is it? You'll be taking regular beer.
- You're good!
- Well I am good at what I do.
- And you must be the one that drinks girlie- I mean Sex on the beach, correct?
Jeff felt as if his mother would be staring at him, threatening to diminish his masculinity with a little axe.
- Actually, I'll have a scotch. Thanks.
- Okay, would you like chips or anything like that?
- Chips would be fine Maggie, thanks.
- No problem professor. I'll get your order right away.
She stormed off, still looking to see if she could make her skirt look longer than what it was. In that armchair was the man that she looked up to the most. And he had just seen her like this. Not only that, only hours ago he had offered her a job and now, obviously he was going to take it back. She had to do something.
- Terrible, I really don't know how she got me into it.
- You proposed, you like pregnant women, she wanted children, you do the math.
- I still don't understand.
- You get to hire nannys.
Soon after, Jeff and Oliver came in, holding memorabilia from old movies. A new waitress stared at a poster Jeff was carrying.
- "Oh my, The blob! Where did you get that? That's a classic!"
- Hello, he got it from my shop, here's my card.
- Hello.
Jeff was still shy around women, specially good looking ones and this one was no exception.
- Thanks, I'll stop by. You guys need a table?
- Don't worry, I see our friends.
The waitress looked over to the place where they pointed out. An older waiter mentioned they were regulars and what they may drink. She took notes just in case and went over other tables to give them time to settle in.
- Who is that long legged goddess?
- She looks familiar... Wonder if she's new.
- I dunno mate, but she knew what the blob was.
- Oh your bloody blob, how long have we had that talk now? 6 years?
- I think 8 or 9 mate.
- What are you guys talking about?
- A pause taking over a conversation like the blob.
- Oh right, poor puppies, there's always a puppy trapped.
Steve and Patrick looked at each other and laughed at Oliver's comment.
- So who is she? I wonder if I could get her number.
- Patrick please, sod off mate. We hadn't had beers together since Dom's birthday party.
- That was one lame party, not a single attractive woman.
- They were mothers, what did you expect?
- Hello guys, my name is Mag-
- Maggie?
- Professor Taylor? Oh my.
She tried to pull her skirt lower in an automatic reflex.
- No wonder you looked familiar!
- You guys know each other?
Patrick stared at the waitress thinking she could be next in his video collection.
- Maggie is at my creative writing class.
- And at the workshop.
- And last year you took up 19th century lit, am I correct?
- Yes professor. Ups, bad glimpse from my boss. So the other waiter mentioned you were the regulars and gave me your list of drinks... Mmmm... Let me guess: you mus be the one with the Guiness, correct?
- Yes I am how did you know?
- You're sitting alone trying to separate yourself from the rest. Professor and you Mr. Morris, is it? You'll be taking regular beer.
- You're good!
- Well I am good at what I do.
- And you must be the one that drinks girlie- I mean Sex on the beach, correct?
Jeff felt as if his mother would be staring at him, threatening to diminish his masculinity with a little axe.
- Actually, I'll have a scotch. Thanks.
- Okay, would you like chips or anything like that?
- Chips would be fine Maggie, thanks.
- No problem professor. I'll get your order right away.
She stormed off, still looking to see if she could make her skirt look longer than what it was. In that armchair was the man that she looked up to the most. And he had just seen her like this. Not only that, only hours ago he had offered her a job and now, obviously he was going to take it back. She had to do something.
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