AN: I wasn't going to upload this cause of everyone's reaction, or lack there of to last chapter. But I'm in a bad mood and kinda in a dark place right now. I figured it would cheer me up. So with out further delay, chapter 10. P.S everything in this chapter is for a reason. I promise amazing things for the next couple chapters
I'm sitting at a dinner table with a crazy woman and a whore. I'm sitting at this table with my sexy girlfriend who won't stop making eyes or playing footsy under the table. Meanwhile all I can think about, other than my hot girlfriend of course, is the fact that Kelly Wentworth is sitting right next to me drinking a glass of wine. What the hell is she doing drinking anything other than water. The doctor in me is majorly concerned for the state of her liver and kidneys. We exchange pleasantries and discuss the weather and Kelly is still drinking like a fish. Arizona has managed to sneak her leg up to the middle of my thigh. She likes to do this when she thinks no one is looking, just to see if I'll lose my composure but I never do. I just save up whatever I am feeling for the return trip and she knows it, I guess either way she wins though.
"So Kelly, you and Bette are working together?" Arizona implores trying to move things along.
"Yeah, I'm really more of a silent partner. I came in to some money a few years ago and I've been buying out collections ever since."
"I've seen some of your collections in Vancouver; very impressive." I add.
Kelly looks earnestly surprised and touched that I was at her Vancouver opening. The truth is I had no idea she would be there. It was a while ago when George took me on one of his families hunting trips and since neither one of us like the woods we skipped out and went into town.
"Well we're just in town to sign off on the project. We should be gone for good at the end of the week" Bette informs us.
The whole time we've been talking I don't think Arizona has made eye contact with anyone but me, which is made even more obvious by the fact that Bette keeps staring in her direction for a reaction. The waiter comes by to check on our table and Kelly raises her glass to ask for a refill. However, before she can get the waiter's attention Arizona grabs him by the arm.
"Could we have a pitcher of Perrier for the table please?"
"Oh absolutely Ms. Robbins, I'll be back shortly" He complies
I mouth a thank you to her but then look on in shock as I realize the waiter called her by name.
"You're known here?" I ask.
"I'm not surprised" Bette quips, "Arizona used to take all her dates to fancy restaurants before she sealed the deal."
That last little comment finally broke Arizona's concentration and she looked over at Bette with enough disdain to kill a bull dog. Her leg was still working it's way between my thighs but now her eyes were fixed on Bette Porter.
"I thought it might be nice if we all got a chance to catch up and bury the hatchet" I announce ignoring the staring match that is going on in front of me.
Kelly, in an earnest attempt to help my efforts along tries to change the subject, unfortunately I forgot how inappropriate she can be at times.
"So Callie I see you date women now, how is that?"
The table falls deadly silent as we all stare at her as if she's grown a second head. Then for reasons unknown to me I just start laughing. It's absolutely the dumbest question she could have asked and she had to know it was. But at the same time it was clearly her big pink elephant and she looked like she would die if she didn't get it out of her system. We all share a laugh and things calm down temporarily.
"Actually it's amazing, you should try it some time."
"But not with me obviously." Arizona adds
"Oh I did" Kelly confesses looking in Bette's direction "She turned me down, that there woman is not for sale" Kelly finishes doing her best impersonation of a hick car sales man.
So the dinner goes along just fine. Everyone is catching up and playing six degrees which is how I find out that I actually know Tina Kennard. We met in the peace corps while she was shooting a documentary. I never would imagine Bette with a woman like Tina, long story short they are two power bitches which to me is recipe for disaster. It makes me even more elated to be with Arizona because I think we've perfected the art of give and take. Everything is running smoothly except that Arizona is no massaging a very sensitive area of my body with the tip of her toe which would normally be fine, except that my cell phone which is on my hip and set to vibrate keeps going off. All the while she keeps talking about the food as if nothing at all is happening. Eventually I have to excuse myself to go to the little girl's room, which is a first for me. Arizona gives me a knowing wink as she watches me prance off to the restroom.
After splashing myself in the face with cold water about a dozen times I pull my cell phone out to see who's bugging me and surprise of surprises it's Mark with such gems as:
"Torres we should meet up"
"I hear your going on a double date, sounds like hot girl on girl sexy time J"
"Tell Arizona Lexie really likes that blue dress she's rocking"
Or my personal favorite "Torres I can totally tell what knda action you got going on under that table :P
you've got major :O face."
Oh My God. Mark was in the restaurant. Mark was in the restaurant with Lexie. This really wouldn't have been that big a deal if it hadn't been for the fact that he was also sending me instant messages on my web account under the username charmed2620. This whole us not being friends thing was driving him up a wall, but I guess it didn't bother me that much. Until he learned to get his act together I was perfectly happy ignoring all his shenanigans. But, I couldn't leave him with the satisfaction of having gotten me to the restroom, so I sent him an angry text reply.
"I only had major :-O face cause of you and your stupid messages, and now I'm in the bathroom cause of you. Why don't you keep your eyes on your girlfriend and not on my table."
Before I could even get to the door he text back a reply
"I always knew you needed me to get off :P"
This eventually turned in to a texting war with the both of us shooting messages back and forth. I guess I must have lost track of the time too because Arizona waltzed in suddenly calling for me. She was surprised to see me there finishing another text message.
"Callie what's going on? I've been sitting there with Barbie and Skipper for about fifteen minutes"
She tries to sneak a peek at my phone, and when I try to hide it from her she grabs it away from me. There isn't a god I can pray to at this point to save me from this situation. She's a woman on a mission now and that means I'm never going to see my cell again. She skims through the messages making a few casual grunts, ooh's, and ahs. Then when she's finished she grabs my hand and walks with me out of the restroom in search of Mark's table.
"Arizona I really don't think we should make a scene."
"I'm not gonna make a scene I just want to talk to him."
I really don't believe her because she pretty much sounds like a mad woman at this point.
"Arizona I am sorry, I'll change my number if you want. But, let's just go sit down ok."
"I just want to talk to him Callie." She repeats.
But when we get to the table she doesn't do much talking.
"Hey Torres fancy seeing you here" Mark says slyly giving me a wink. He then turns to greet Arizona but before he can get a word out Arizona takes the back of her left hand smacks him across the face with it leaving an embarrassingly red mark on his face.
"Did you just pimp slap my boyfriend" Lexie asks in shock.
"Mark stop being a perv!" Arizona demands as she walks away back to our table. All I can do is mouth a quick sorry before quickly following behind her.
Back at our table things didn't get much better. Kelly managed to get what looked like four more glasses of wine after our waiter's shift ran out so now she was an uncontrollable mess. The good news is that Bette and I had come to an understanding, not to say that I would ever trust her around Arizona or anyone for that matter, but I saw no need to go on being hostile toward the woman. She missed her kids and apparently her and Tina are like the Romeo and Juliet of lesbian couples. Bette was busy explaining that her daughter just turned four and she was going to be in a big Christmas production and Arizona's eyes lit up at the thought of children at Christmas.
I was a bit frightened by this to tell the truth. I do love that Arizona loves kids, but I don't know how ready I am for that. The last time I handled a baby was at my cousin's anniversary party and that ended with lots of drool on my face and regurgitated peas so it was definitely something I didn't care to repeat any time soon. But the way she looked with her eyes so wide and that excited smile she gets when she's really happy, it made my heart melt. Arizona caught a glimps of my mild trepidation out of the corner of her eye.
"Calliope, something wrong?"
"Calliope?" Kelly questions
"don't." I warn her.
"Well anyway Callie is horrible with kids."
Arizona looks shocked and Kelly, who doesn't have her wits about her in the slightest, just keeps right on talking.
"Oh it's not like she hates them, she loves kids. They just can't stand her. I remember this one time in Rio when we went for a summer volunteer program. She picked up this little orphan baby that was crying"
Everyone at the table looks intrigued, but I know exactly where this story is going and I do my best to stop Kelly in her tracks.
"Hey, don't you think it's getting late? We should get going" as I gesture for the bill from our waiter. But Arizona is too fascinated.
"No, I think I want to hear this"
"Oh you want to hear it" Kelly continues.
"So here she is with this poor little orphan and the kid's starving as all get out so Callie tries to feed him a bottle. Only problem is the first thing the kid saw when Callie bent over to pick him up." She makes a motion pointing at her left and right boobs.
"And she keeps trying to get him on the bottle, but he's clawing away at her chest trying to get milk out of lefty and righty. It took three volunteers to get the kid off of her. After that everyone started calling her Leche as a joke."
I was a little upset, but I can take a joke in stride so I was going to let her slide but Kelly just kept going with her drunken rant. Story after story rattled off as if we were Huck Fin and Tom Sawyer. I became increasingly agitated because I knew the truth behind that smile of hers and it seemed that she hadn't changed much at all.
"How'd you come in to that money Kelly" I snapped at her. Her expression changed in a nanosecond as if she were suddenly struck with grief.
"I was um…I was married but he died" A fact I already knew, but I got some sort of sick pleasure out of watching her relive it.
"Oh Callie I heard your husband died too…" she retorted suddenly turning a steely cold.
"Right well I guess that's one more thing we have in common. How's Zack by the way?"
Arizona grabbed my hand from under the table as her subtle way of saying I had crossed a line. I wanted to apologize I truly did. But before I could get a word out Kelly stood up and tossed a glass full of red wine in my face.
"You ruined my family you stupid bitch!" was all she could manage before Bette grabbed her and forcefully sat her back in her chair.
Arizona was busy trying to take care of the bill while I just sat there in awe. What could Kelly have meant by that? What was there for me to ruin anyway? Her and her brother were a mess long before I ever met them. I assumed she was talking about the wedding that never happened.
"You and I were supposed to be like sisters and then you just left" she continued, her voice a bit calmer this time.
"If you want to blame someone blame whoever sent me that police record, but the truth is Zack and I never would have worked" I try to console her.
But she looks off in the distance unmoved by any of my words. Arizona gives me a look that says it's time to go and Bette assures us she will make sure Kelly gets back safely. Then as we're leaving the table I get it, the answer to a question I've been wondering for so long now.
"I sent the damn police record." Kelly admits. "You were supposed to leave him not me. He was trying to take you away from me."
I thought I had attachment issues but seriously, this girl wrote the book on the subject. I turn to say something but Bette waves me off and I just have to trust that she would take care of things.
I start to drive back to my place, but I suddenly have an idea.
"Why don't we go to your place tonight?" I suggest
"Why would you want to go there?" Arizona asks in a kind of blank state.
"Because you live alone where no one can hear you scream." I say with a soft giggle.
"I really don't know if you mean that in a good way or a bad way, but for the sake of fun I'll assume the former so yay! Let's do it. And by it I mean go to my place not "It" it which I am also hoping…"
I shut her up with a quick peck on the lips.
I hope someone's still reading, it would be nice to know I'm doing something right. Ok sorry for the doom and gloom I just lost out on a job, I'll get over it though, happy reading y'all. :)