They exchanged information, leaving out certain parts that each thought the other didn't necessarily need to know. Melvin expressed his luck with woman, his relationship with Olivia, his date with Courtney and his friendship with Bridget Briswell but left out the witch and her magic love juice. Richie told Melvin that Abigail had come looking for him and knew about Courtney and Bridget but neglected to mention that Abigail had discovered this knowledge by fucking it out of Richie. They both came out of the conversation satisfied that they had told the other only what he needed to hear and therefor had single-handedly salvaged their friendship.
"Well, Abigail's going to show up and try to ruin your date with this Courtney chick, no doubt about it," Richie opined and leaned back in the office chair. He scratched his chin thoughtfully.
"Maybe Brenda and I could double with you guys and play some defense. You know, keep an eye out for the evil one and send her packing before she can get to you," he offered with a raised eyebrow. Melvin nodded.
"Yeah, that might not be such a bad idea. Bridget's got a date tonight too, with one of the security guys downstairs. Maybe we can work it out that she's at the same restaurant as well."
"We could make it a group thing even," Richie said.
"Possibly. I'll get in touch with you and Bridget, and let you know. The last thing I need is Abigail destroying any chance I have with Courtney. I've been waiting for this for so long," Melvin said, taking off his glasses rubbing the bridge of his nose. Richie stood up and patted his shoulder.
"I know, buddy. I know. Don't worry, I'm sure everything will be fine. What's the worse that could happen?"
Hours later, Melvin stood outside the door to Courtney's apartment, the butterflies fervently mounting in his stomach. He told himself that nothing could go wrong; he had the love juice on his side. He raised his hand, hesitated and knocked.
"Just a minute," a faint female voice called from the other side of the door.
Melvin heard the footsteps of someone approaching, and he kept the mental encouragement running through his head. This was what he had been waiting for, and he was going to be great. This was it.
The door opened, and Melvin felt his heart sink into the pit of his stomach.
On the other side of the door stood his pigtailed waitress from lunch, the one who had watched Tina and Melvin fuck in the men's room of the cafe. Of all people on God's green Earth, she... out of everyone... was Courtney's roommate. Melvin's jaw dropped as the girl's face lit up in recognition.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ," she said and pulled him into the apartment.
Melvin stood inside of Courtney's apartment and wondered how he'd gotten himself into such a mess. Here he was, finally getting lucky with women, and it had already come back to bite him firmly on the ass. Last week, he wouldn't have been able to get half a dozen women to talk to him (let alone anything more), but in the small time frame of the last two days, he could barely walk down the street without being accosted and having his clothes torn off by amorous females. He had a self-proclaimed witch and her so-called magic love juice to both thank and blame for his current troubles.
"I can't believe it's you. What are you doing here?" the girl standing before him asked, her brown pigtails bobbing as she bounced anxiously on the balls of her feet. She gave him an expectant look, and Melvin realized that the girl thought that he was there for her.
She apparently figured that Melvin had followed her home or asked for her address at the cafe and then came looking for her. After all, he had given her quite the show earlier in the day with his ex wife's cute niece, Tina, while the girl watched, pleasuring herself on the men's room counter. Needless to say, it had been a long and interesting day. The pigtailed woman had been Melvin's waitress at lunch, and here she was again, this time as Courtney's roommate.
"Actually, I'm Courtney's date tonight," Melvin said, his collar feeling tight. He pulled at it with one hand, but it didn't help much. His face burned.
"You? YOU'RE the sweet guy that looks at her with big puppy dog eyes every day at lunch? This is so wild," the girl said, placing the palm of one hand against her cheek in unbelief. After a moment, she stuck out her in hand in his direction.
"By the way, in case you didn't notice the name tag while I was fingering myself, I'm Shelly. Shelly Stone. Pleased to meet you," she said, and Melvin took her hand in a friendly shake. In a way, it seemed funny to be shaking her hand and introducing themselves like civilized adults after their earlier experience at lunch.
"Melvin MacMuffin," he said and laughed loudly. He couldn't help himself. Shelly joined him. She was right: the situation was definitely wild. Melvin knew that life was ripe with coincidence and circumstance, but this was ridiculous. Then again, why shouldn't Courtney be friends and roommates with one of her coworkers? Melvin shouldn't have been as surprised to see Shelly as he was, but still... he had to laugh at it all.
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