Friday afternoon, Peter and Mike entered the pad from the store to see Davy on the phone. The two were quiet and eavesdropped on the Brit.
"Okay, Darling, I will call you later to give you the final details of the evening…Bye, Love." Davy turned around to his two friends staring at him.
"Were you calling that Theresa to set up a date?" Mike teased.
"Ha-ha, very funny Mate. No, I was talking to the girl I have been spending time with lately, Leah. I was inviting her to the double date that I will be having with Micky and his contest winner."
"Hold on, Tiny. Don't count your Texas prairie chickens before they hatch," Mike said. "How do you know he will pick your next girl?"
"First of all, my choices are far superior to both of yours. Secondly, you two are already out of the race leaving me for victory. Therefore, I'm going to win."
"What if he picks none?" Peter asked.
Davy hadn't have thought of that. "Not possible. This next one is classy and will for sure impress Micky. Speaking of…where is he?"
The guys realized that none of them had laid eyes on him all day. They all came to the same conclusion at the same time. "He's in bed," they said in unison.
They clambered upstairs to find Micky in bed with a pillow over his head. "Go away!"
"What's going on, buddy?" Mike asked.
"Oh you know, I thought that I would isolate."
"You can't, Babe, you have a date tonight," Davy said.
"I'm a little disenchanted with this whole dating thing."
"What happened to the optimistic Micky from the past few days?" Peter asked.
"Well, that Micky had two good dates in a row and then yesterday happened. I've had more bad dates than good. My optimism is waning. Can't I just skip this final date?"
"No!" Davy said way more forcefully than he meant to. "I mean it's one more date it can't hurt you. Plus, it's another one of my picks. Remember how good looking Tess was? Francesca is a bombshell and she is sophisticated."
"Yes, because sophistication is my forte," Micky said sarcastically.
"Come on, man, cheer up! It can only go up from here," Mike said trying to sound convincing.
"Fine. I'll go. But if I don't make a connection tonight, you guys have to leave me alone. Deal?"
"Deal," they all answered.
"What are my plans tonight?"
"You're meeting Francesca at Sullivans."
"Isn't that restaurant expensive?"
"Well, we have money in the date budget since your other dates were cheaper," Mike answered.
"Now get up and get ready. I want to see that famous Dolenz smile," Davy said.
Micky flashed them a scowl.
"Good enough."
Micky was more nervous on this date than he had been for the others. He was at a very fancy restaurant and felt out of place. He had worn his best suit and still felt as though it wasn't nice enough for this place.
Francesca arrived and immediately seemed to take in Micky's appearance. Her facial expression showed him that she was not impressed with what she saw. Micky got up and pulled the chair out for her before taking a seat himself.
"Hi, Francesca. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Charmed," she said putting her limp hand out for him to shake.
Micky had a feeling that this was going to be an interesting night.
It was getting very late and Micky still wasn't home. He had been gone for four hours already. Peter had fallen asleep on the couch, and Mike and Davy were struggling to not suffer a similar fate.
"I guess it must be going well if he's been gone this long. They must have gone somewhere else or have been at the restaurant talking," Mike yawned.
"Yeah. So for our double date, I think I'll let Micky pick the menu for dinner," Davy said leaning back in his chair putting his feet on the table and his hands behind his head.
"Not so fast, Tiny. We don't know for sure. Don't break out the celebratory champagne just yet."
"I have faith in my ability to pick a woman for Micky. What else could he be doing?"
Just then the front door swung open and Micky stumbled inside. The drummer could barely stand on his own and had a bottle in his hand. "Heeeey pals. How's it hanging?" Micky hiccupped.
"Better call Leah tomorrow and cancel," Mike whispered as he pushed Davy's feet off the table. "Micky, what's going on?
"What does it look like? Coming home."
"How did things go?" Davy asked knowing full well the answer.
"Oh that," Micky slurred. "Very, very pretty girl. But Friday Francesca is rich and used to the finer things from daddy's money. She likes the good life and would take any guy for a ride trying to spend his money. She took one look at me and I could tell it wouldn't work. Who needs her?"
"Did you at least enjoy her company?" Mike asked.
"You know after she gave me a disgusted look, I decided it wasn't worth my time. So I faked an emergency and took my date money to the liquor store. Did you know they sell liquor in an economy size?" Micky explained sloppily.
"Oh, Micky. I'm sorry we put you through this all," Davy said.
"It's all my fault. It was my idea," Mike added.
"Hey, hey, hey *hiccup* not you guys fault. You didn't know some of the girls were crazy, too busy, or too good for me."
"We still wish we had just left it alone. I think it's time to get you to bed and we can talk more in the morning," Mike said trying to steady Micky.
"Ay, ay Captain Wool Hat," Micky said with a salute. "I guess I should have stayed in bed, my pillow wrapped around my head," he sang.
"This just doesn't seem to be his week," Davy said helping Mike carry Micky up the stairs.
