"Hey, uhh, Sharona! Guess who I met yesterday?"
Randy smirked and loosened his tie. Sharona just re-adjusted herself.
"Your mother?" She smiled and turned away, towards Monk and the blinds he was adjusting. A simple slap on the wrist would be fine.
Disher chuckled and rolled his eyes. He could see the resemblance. But also the differences.
"No. Actually. It was your sister."
Gasp. Heels clicking on the linoleum floor.
She was very accusing. "What did you do to my sister?"
And he was shocked. "What did Ido? What did she do?"
So then it was very obvious to Sharona. She slapped her forehead with her manicured nails. Ohh God, mumbling-
He ran his fingers over his lips.
"Don't worry, we- she didn't do anything. Except feed me pasta sauce."
He ran his tongue over his lips.
He could still taste it, though he didn't really want to. In the least bit.
Her petite wrists twisted through the open space. "Look, anything she says, she doesn't really mean it."
"I'm pretty sure she meant it. When she said."
"Enough! She may be my sister, but we have nothing in common. Especially our taste in men. Alright? Alright… Adrian! Stop touching that!"
He was sort of glad it was over; it was hard talking to that woman. Sort of. Mostly it was just hard looking at her. Listening to her nag and mock and tempt him. He was tempted oh yes. By that that siren. Singing and he listened and he crashed the boat and drowned. Smirking.
xxx
I love this pairing.
Monk and those characters aren't mine. BOOHOO.