Antonio sipped his coffee as the doorbell rang. "It's open." He called out and went back to thinking. Francis and Gilbert stumbled through the door.

"The Awesome me is in the house!" Gilbert shouted.

"Who is making all that noise?" Lovina asked, slowly coming down the stairs. Then she saw the two at the door, "Please, not today go away and take Antonio with you… I can't deal with any of you… God what the fuck did I do last night?" and she walked past them and into the kitchen.

"Lovina," she jumped, then turned to Antonio.

"What do you want?"

"Where were you last night?"

"Work, what's it to you?"

"Do you remember what you did? Tylenol is on the counter."

"Yea, I worked and had a few drinks then came home. I don't need Tylenol. Did we… you know… DO anything last night?"

"No."

"Oh thank god! It was just a dream," She picked up her coffee and walked out, heading back upstairs.

"Mon ami, mon ami, mon ami, why do you not chase her? She is obviously with another man! Go after her before it is too late!" Francis cried.

"No…" Antonio began, "she's doing something, but she has a reason, but doesn't want me to know about it. I would like to know what's troubling her… She seemed like there was something wrong two weeks ago, and since then she comes home at odd hours of the morning, some so drunk it's unlike her… I'm the one that usually comes home drunk. I think I'm gonna stay home this time guys."

"What? The awesome Bad Touch Trio will be the Bad Touch Duo? That's so not awesome! You're coming with us, bring Lovina along if you're concerned." Gilbert replied, as he opened the fridge and took a beer out.

"I don't know. I've tried before but she usually turns it down."

"I'll ask for you mon ami. Excusez-moi." Francis then left and went to Lovina's room.

Before knocking Francis heard her talking and stopped to listen. He put his ear against the door.

"That will cost you well over one hundred… tonight? I don't know… you'll pay how much! Twenty thousand, and then if I'm good half a mill? Let me speak with my boss. I can't do it… yes… but I can't bring home that kind of cash! My sister and Antonio will wonder… well yea she is oblivious… yea he is too but… okay, put my man back on the phone… Hey sweetie, listen, I'll text you the location and time. I have to find a ride first. NO! I mean, no, I don't like or allow people in my home. Only friends, not people I spend the night with."

"Mon ami?" and francis knocked on the door as he opened it, "we want to know if you would like to come with us to Killians tonight. We'll be heading there around seven."

"Uhh… hang on Francis. No, not there… well… I guess there… five? No. That time will do just fine! I'll see you th… No I will not degr… an extra… Meow, bye." And Lovina hung up.

"Meowing and not to Antonio, are you cheating on our beloved Spaniard ma petit?"

"No. What would ever give you that idea? I'm not even dating him you stupid French bastard, and yes, I will be tagging along. I need something to relax me before I meet… everyone for the meeting I have tonight."

"I see… I will pass on your answer."

Francis closed the door and stood there with a frown. He couldn't believe that Lovina, whom he considered his sister, was cheating on Antonio!

"Mon ami… how... is Italy's… finance?"

Antonio was dumbfounded, he had forgotten the debt Italy owed.

"I'd have to say not well… I mean Felicia is the only one working, Lovina seems to be drinking it away."

"Did it occur to you that she did have a job, and no one knows about it?"

"Impossible, she would have told me all ready. Well I better get ready, I changed my mind." Antonio put his cup in the sink, then headed upstairs just as Lovina came down in a tight red miniskirt, tight white t-shirt. Black four inch pumps and a small black handbag.

"Where are you going dressed like that?"

Lovina stopped and glared, "What's it to you tomato bastard?"

"You're not going anywhere dressed like a whore that's what!"

"A whore! How dare you! These are designer clothes. Thank you very much. It's the latest style for woman."

"Oh really? When I was looking at clothes for you, you said you wouldn't be caught dead in that outfit. I can even see your bra! Now go change!"

"No, I can't."

"Why not?"

"These are the only clean clothes I got. You never did laundry asshole! Now hurry up and change,, I have a meeting in a little while." She pushed past Antonio, walked into the kitchen, grabbed a beer, hopped onto the counter, opened and chugged the beer.