"This stinks! This is total BS!"
Daphne blinked, shocked to find herself sitting in the obnoxious sports bar.
"Can you believe this?" Bulldog was asking.
"I-I'm sorry. What?"
"You haven't heard a word I've said, have you? It's like your brain took a trip to another planet or something! I said and I quote; Can you believe the score of this
game? Lakers 128, Sonics 53! It's crap, I tell you! Total crap! I told you to trade Watson!" Bulldog yelled to the television. "But do you listen? NO! Of course not! You're
idiots! Thank God this game is over!"
Game over... the only words Daphne really cared about at that moment. "I'm sorry they lost." She said, feigning interest. "But I'd really like to talk about what
happened with Dr. Crane. You see he-."
Bulldog looked at his watch. "Oh man! I had no idea it was so late! I should be getting home. See ya kid!"
"What?" She yelled in disbelief. "After all that, you're just going to leave me here?"
"Hey! I bought you a glass of wine, didn't I?"
"I bought the wine and your beers! Your credit card was declined, remember?" Daphne yelled, not caring if people were staring at them.
"Hey, not so loud! I have a reputation, you know!" Bulldog retorted.
"Boy, that's an understatement." Daphne said. Hot tears formed behind her eyes and she angrily grabbed her purse and rose from the booth.
"Goodbye, Bulldog. Thanks for... well... never mind."
"Later." He said with a wave; his gaze transfixed on the Sonics replay that now graced the huge TV screens.
This was a mistake of gigantic proportions. What was she thinking, going out with Bulldog? Had she become that desperate for someone to console her?
Well, a lot of good that had done! Going to a sports bar with Bulldog to talk about her problems was like going to a singles bar with Roz and expecting her to listen.
Feeling worse than she had that afternoon, Daphne walked out of The Scoreboard and headed for the only place she could find solace.
Home.