A/N: This one is very short and pointless, but I'm me. By the way, I now have an end for this planned: ON DRABBLE ONE HUNDRED! If, you know, I don't get lazy like I normally do. This contains some mentions of Marold and Marcellus/Ethel.
Oh, what a fun night it had been, out with Marian, Marcellus, and Ethel. The four had had a great time and they had already taken Ethel home. Marian's home was in sight, and though they pretended not to be, Winthrop and Mrs. Paroo were waiting up for them.
Marian laughed and muttered to herself, "Mama…"
"Well, you better not keep them waiting," Harold said, kissing her goodbye and turning to walk off with Marcellus.
Now, he had been doing good with remembering his new name, but that night, he slipped and said, "Gee, Greg, that sure was fun!"
Harold cringed and hoped that she hadn't heard.
"Greg?" Marian asked.
Crap.
A/N: Because you know it was bound to happen sooner or later.