The Punk and the Snark [Pt. 10]
The suck reared it's ugly head two days later when Helen Morgendorffer became a perfect storm of having a reprise from work and a parental kick to boot.
"Please God let Eric call!" Daria begged and begged to no avail, since apparently God kicked all the prayers of snarky teenage girls to His voice mail.
Try as she might, Daria was unable to avoid being cornered by her mother during yet another attempt at a 'family' dinner.
"So have you considered bringing your new beau over for dinner to meet the rest of the family?" Helen asked in tones that reek of the question actually meaning something different.
An order to bring him here for interrogation.
Or else.
"Yes," Daria stated to get her mother's hopes up, "But then I recovered my sanity and decided against it."
"Daria!" Helen sighed with exasperation, "This isn't the time for one of your crazy jokes..."
Daria waited for the phone to go off.
But it didn't.
"It would nice for us to meet this boy, after all this is your first time in the dating world and it would be nice to meet him."
"Have you met any of Quinn's boy-toys?" Daria said as a comeback.
"Yeah I have!" Jake spoke up from his newspaper, "That Kevin fellow was nice..."
"Da-ad!" Quinn whined, "I've never dated Kevin! He was here last year as Daria's science-lab partner thingy."
"Oh yeah, your right pumpkin... Tell you what, why don't you bring your boyfriend over for dinner too!"
Quinn began to stammer, trying to figure a way out of this particular pickle, especially since she didn't have a steady boyfriend like that.
"That sounds wonderful!" Helen said in a voice that indicated this was her final word on the matter, "We'll get everything set up for Friday night."
Quinn gasped, no doubt some party or something would need to be rescheduled.
Daria however was anticipating how much she'd have to spend on pizza and beer to make this up to Bob, that is if he could survive a full 12 rounds in the ring with the Vitale firm's best junior associate.
"The Cabin fund is going to take a nasty hit from this." Daria's inner voice whispered to her, forcing her to do the only thing available to her at this point.
She moved her plate and banged her head on the table.