Calhoun sat waiting in Tappers, unsteadily switching how she sat on the old wooden bar-stool while sipping root beer.
"He isn't normally late like this" She said to herself. Concerned, she got up to look around for the man she called her husband. "He's going to get it when we get home."
After looking in every nook and cranny in Trapper's the worry for her dear Felix became greater.
"Hey Tapper"
"Yes Sargent?"
"Have you seen Felix anywhere?"
"Nope not at all though I did hear from some gentlemen sitting here a few minutes ago that he was just outside and he looked terrified."
That's all she needed to know before sprinting full speed out if the game not even waiting for the trolley that was so alike to the one of that she took home every night. Stopping at the entrance of the game, frantically looking for her "damsel in distress" threw the thick crowds of people that walk and talk nonchalantly around to theirs destinations.
Hearing the accent she came to dearly daydream of sometimes or just think about every chance she could. She swiftly turned on her heals to were the voice had came from. Emotions changing instinctively from worry to anger in a meer second. But all she could do was stand there, she was frozen straight through the ground. The sight was so so... no words could describe what she was looking at.
"I'm sorry ma'am but I really should be seeing my wife, she is probably worried. I am never late and I am now" Felix checked his watch and winced at the minutes that had trickled by. " 15 mins late to meet with her." He looked up at the tall figure that was towering over him, like his Tamora did. Her slick long black hair nearly touching the ground, which complimented her olive skin tone. Both qualities nearly making her bright pink and purple dress to pop out at you.
"Don't call me ma'am cutey." She said bending down to his level and then brushing his cheek with her fingers. Felix stiffening at the feeling of her ruby nail and warm delicate finger touching him. He didn't like this not one bit. Tammy was probably worried and most likely pissed which means she would be drunk. Drunk to the point that Tapper let they spend that night in the spare room he had, again. "My name is Maeve, my game just got plugged in its called Shooting Stars. I saw you, and I have to say you are the most adorable thing I have ever seen. And I wanted to know if you wanted to come to my game or go on a date."
"B-B-But ma'am I have a wife." He pulls off his glove and shows her the ring. "And I love her and only her. She is my jewel the angel who was sent for just me. So I am sorry to disappoint you but I must indeed be going." Starting to turn and take a step, when an arm slide right in front of his face and blocked him from departing.
"Don't play that with me. I don't see her anywhere so you must be lying."
"No ma'am, I would never lie about my Tammy. She is the most beautiful thing ever. And again I'm sorry to disappoint but I really need to go and see her. We had a date planned. So if you would be so kind as to let me pass, I would be forever grateful."
Lifting the arm to go under it he was nearly free to soar to his beloved when he was grabbed by both shoulders and slammed into the wall. Gaping as it hurt him, he closed him eyes. The women was strong, probably just as strong as Tamora. How did a women other then Tamora find him attractive, yet he loved Tamora and he knew that she loved him and no one could break the bond they have had for 2 years. His thoughts were interrupted when he felt something on his neck. His eyes burst open making him see that Maeve had her lips trailing up his necks. Struggling to get away, he was thrashing his head around when he saw out of the corner of his eye, Tamora.
His eyes got big and he wondered how long she had been there, hoping it was for the whole conversation that had happened between him and the women that he had no intention of doing anything with whats so ever. Their eyes met and he could see the anger, jealousy, depression and so much more in her eyes.
While she could see the desperation and horror in his. She stood there like a stone statue, glaring at the scene that was taking place in front of her. All the other emotion had subsided and anger was left. Maeve had taken Felix's face in her hands, making him look at her and kissed him. Deeply, as if Maeve had loved him forever.