Mordecai and CJ sat in the dim light of the theater. They had only gotten there three minutes before. The movie wasn't playing yet, instead there was only commercials for stuff like fountain drinks and snacks and trailers for movies such as The Hobbit and Rise of the Guardians. Then the movie title appeared in bright red letters: Love Bot 2. As CJ put her soda down from her lips, her hand fell on his wing. But she didn't pull away. And for some reason, Mordecai didn't seem to mind.
Rigby dipped the sopping wet rag into the basin of vegetable-oil-filled soap. Then he began to rub away at the dirt on the wheels of the cart. Of course, he didn't LIKE washing the cart, even if Skips was really fast at doing it. But he knew Mordecai needed help with this.
"Hey Rigby."
Rigby turned in surprise. Eileen was standing a few feet away, dressed in a frilly brown skirt and a spotted cream-colored blouse.
"Oh, hey, Eileen." Rigby waved. Some time ago, he and Eileen weren't always on the same side. He used to think her annoying. But now he actually liked being around her. Eileen was hilarious and very interesting to speak with. "What are you doing here? Is something wrong?"
"Nah." Eileen waved him off. "Everything's fine. I hope. Margaret was worried about Mordecai and asked me to come and check on him. Is he here?"
"Nah." Rigby shook his head. "He's on a date."
Eileen smirked. "Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?"
"Yeup." Rigby smirked. "Here name's CJ. He met her over a dating service."
"Wow." Eileen could only say. "HE signed up for a DATING SERVICE?"
"Actually, I signed him up." Rigby smiled. "He had to go along with it."
Eileen giggled. "So, what are you doing?"
"Oh, me and Skips are cleaning the Golf Cart so Mordecai can go on his date. Right, Skips?" When there was no answer, Rigby turned around. "SKIPS!"
"Sorry, Rigby!" Skips's voice came down from the top floor of the house, over the sobs coming from the TV. "My soap opera's on! Season finale!"
Rigby growled.
"Do you need help?" Eileen offered kindly.
"Ah, nah, you don't have to-"
"No, seriously. It's fine. I don't have anything else to do, anyway."
Rigby beamed. "Hey, thanks!"
And so the two of them cleaned the golf cart, chatting away and laughing.