Chapter 10.5: Drunk Moe and a Wild Night

*Like the title says, a drunk Moe will come up. Some things may offend you, some may not. Just a warning in case your nostalgic mind breaks. Reminder, this is of the 2012 Farrelly Brothers Three Stooges. You really think I would have the actual Stooges go to a night club?

Ok I'll shut up now so you can read xD*

Curly sat grief stricken on the couch of the small main room of the apartment. For once, he wasn't his usual dopey happy go-lucky dimwitted self. It's like that Curly Howard was a switch turned to OFF. "I can't believe Larry's gone.", he mumbled. "He just up and left us." Inside, Curly felt abandoned, like if he was a child that had just witnessed his parents fighting and one just walked out the door without looking back at their sobbing child and say goodbye.

"Hey lunkhead!", Moe hollered from the small bathroom. "You just gonna sit there and wallow or are ya gonna get freshened up?", Moe stood in front of the mirror combing down his raven black bangs. He's already shaven, showered, and made his mouth minty fresh.

"Whataya mean 'freshened up'?", Curly inquired him.

"We're going out tonight, buddy boy. Why else?"

Curly raised an eyebrow. The thought of going somewhere only lightened him up, but not 100%. "Larry's gone and we're going out? Don't you think that's a bit messed up, Moe?"

Moe set down his comb at the mention of Larry. He stared at his reflection in the mirror while taking an odyssey of thoughts, but halfway through Moe shook his head and brought himself back to reality. "Ah he'll be fine. He just needs to let off some steam and then he'll be back by morning probably."

"But where will he sleep?!", Curly exclaimed, biting his nails anxiously.

"He'll be fine, I told ya.", Moe reassured. "He'll probably find a nice dumpster in an empty alley. Now go aaann! Put on ya Thursday night best."

Curly fixed Moe a glanced of confusion. "Well where we going then?"

Moe got out cologne from the cabinet and sprayed some all over him. "Oh just to a little joint called Sugar and Spice.", he said.

Curly's blue eyes flew open like window blinds at the name. "You mean that gentlemen's club blocks away?!" Curly flew to his feet and marched to the bathroom, staring incredulously at Moe. "How cruel are you exactly, Moe?"

"Whataya mean?", Moe asked, putting the cologne down and turn to face Curly, getting ready to let one rip on him.

"Larry's gone, gone to somewhere we don't have a clue of, and you want to go to a strip club?!"
Moe's had enough of the groundhog's wallowing so he turned and dispensed a cold hard slap across Curly's face.

"Ow! Woo woo woo!", Curly yelped like a crying puppy, rubbing his aching surface. "Why you! I'll-"

"You'll what?", Moe growled as he gave Curly a stare down that would make the man child urinate all over himself. Curly stumbled back with a "Nyah!" and twiddled his digits nervously.

"I'll stand down again.", Curly said.

"Good. Now I'll tell ya this again; shut ya trap about what happened earlier and get ready. I'm feel'n frisky and wild tonight."

"I thought you wanted to turn in already.", Curly said.

"Well now my battery's charged up and I'm ready for a good time. They already have us on the list under Dyna-Moe and I called a cab."

Curly bit his lip. Sure he'd be delighted to go and have a swell time, especially if it involved booze and dames, but going to a strip club while Larry, his best pal, is gone seems too harsh. It's like having a big wedding while in mourning of a loved one.

Moe saw that Curly was looking like a troubled child and with a heavy sigh he assured him the best way he could. "Look here, ya mug. I know you're upset and shaken up for Porcupine but you can't be moping away all day and night. Live a little." Moe then smirked. "Think of all of the fine seƱoritas you'll meet. Maybe get a lap dance."

Curly's eyes flew open, now bright and awake. "SeƱoritas?! Woop Woop Woop!" Curly then bumped Moe away from his place in front of the mirror and checked himself, then spraying the whole bottle of cologne all over him. "Swing it!"

X x x x

The gentlemen's club was filled with upbeat music that could make anyone dance, even a devoted Christian. Lights of different colors flashed while everybody got down on the dance floor. The provocative strippers, or professional dancers as they would prefer to be called, worked their magic as they slid slowly down their poles, collecting the cash on the stage and put them in their brasiers. And now, the party's just begun as Moe "Dyna-Moe" Howard and Curly have now arrived and took their seat at the bar closest to the dancers.

"Now this is my kind of place.", Moe forenamed after he and Curly ordered a shot of a famous heavy beverage the Stooges love called Old Panther. Moe decided to go noticed as he had on a stylish black tailored jacket and a red dress shirt, his pants black too and he even wore the new dress shoes he purchased at Vegas.

Vegas. That was the exact reason why he's here, to forget all the drama and bullshit that the trip has brought him and even all three of them. Never have the Stooges thought they would be given drama as a gift. They never asked for any of it. Moe certainly was in need of a vacation after that vacation. Moe figured a gentlemen's club with seductive runaways who worked as strippers for their rent would drive out the old nail, meaning he would hopefully forget Larry's little meltdown, and hopefully Larry too. Now that may seem as if anyone with a heart of sedimentary rock would do, but Moe absolutely didn't give a monkey's ass.

"Boy this place sure is swinging!", Curly said. "Finally I get to be at a joint such as this!"

"You didn't go to any strip clubs while in Las Vegas?", Moe inquired shocked. "No girls?"

"Oh I've been with broads in Vegas, Moe.", Curly assured. "And I've actually been to a strip joint, just not like this one."

"Yeah? What was it called?"

"Strip Steak, at good ole' Mandalay Bay! Nyuk, Nyuk, Nyuk!", Curly exclaimed merrily, twirling his fingers together.

Moe raised an eyebrow. "You mean to brag to me truthfully that out of the four days we's were vacation'n there, the only strip joint you've gone to is a steak house?"

"Sointenly!"

Moe shook his head lamentably and bonked the groundhog's dome. "We'll there's a T-Bone well done for ya.", he grumbled.

"Oh! Woo woo woo!", Curly yelped again.

Then Moe's attitude turned from irritation to a more merry one. "Then again, aren't ya glad I got us in? You're like what age, 35? My god! You should be get'n that young stuff while ya still baby New Year, ya lunkhead! That young stuff is the best sweetest stuff in the world, man!"

Curly fixed Moe a glare of confusion. "How would you know, Moe? You've had it up with a go-go girl before?", he asked incredulously.

The drinks had now arrived. Moe took the tiny as a cell phone shot glass and smirked. "I may tonight. But first, we drink!" He and Curly raised up their glass for a toast. "Tonight, we party like New Orleans!", Moe cheered, and on they toasted and shot up the alcoholic beverage.

X x x x

After about five shots of Old Panther, Moe was now intoxicated. His sentences became gibberish and he found every single itty bitty thing hilarious as he would cackle mechanically. He would hiccup here and there and would even howl out at the strippers, things like "Show us your puppies! Ruff ruff!" or "Toss that brassier over here, baby!" and Moe would even verbally abuse the bartender.

"Come on, ya *hick* tubby tub of lard! Just take the fucking $10 and get me another *hick* round!", Moe howled, banging his fist that clenched the $10 bill on the counter.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Howard.", the bartender, who was just too close to call for backup on Moe's tail, said. "You are too intoxicated already and you are becoming disorderly."

"You're the goon that's *hick* toxic! I ain't got no disorder, ya wise cracker!", Moe huffed insultingly. "And I *hick* don't roll in toxic waste like a bloated *hick* grotesque boar!"

Curly, who was surprisingly less drunk than Moe because he only had three cups, spoke out. "I think he means you're out of it, Moe. You're drunk and becoming physical."

Moe faced Curly and slapped him silly across the face. "You *hick* talking voodoo words my friend! I can prove all *hick* of youse wrong!"

"Oh yeah?", the bartender inquired suspiciously. "Walk in a straight line for me."

"Challenge accepted!" Moe got out of his seat to demonstrate that he is "not drunk". However, as soon as the wasted bowl head stepped down from his stool he lost his balanced collapsed on the floor, cackling hysterically. "Hahahahahaha! Down I go!"

Curly whimpered lamentably and he and the bartender shook their heads, but since Curly is known for changing his attitude as quick as the seasons he chuckled. "You'll have to pardon my pal here.", he told the aggravated man. "He's a bit lonely inside and out so he always keeps a bottle near to fill up the gas tank again. Nyuk,Nyuk,Nyuk!" The laughing boob slapped his fist to his palm repeatedly at the joke.

Moe picked himself up from the hardwood floor and stumbled as he tried to become balanced. "Yeah *hick* I'm just a Mr. Lonely. Cut me some slack." Moe suddenly felt the urge to break into song so he did the unthinkable. He set a foot on the stool while he placed his trembling hands on the the counter, climbing up until he was standing on the hard wooden counter, breaking into song as he slurred the song's lyrics. "Lonely *hick* I'm Mr. Lonely. I have nobody *hick* for my own! I'm so lonely. I'm Mr. Lonely. Wish *hick* I had someone to call on the phone!"

The bartender rolled his green eyes. "There is someone to call on the phone, two exactly. #1 is security if you don't get your ass down from there and #2 is a cab driver."

Curly found the response hilarious and 'Nyuk, Nyuk, Nyuk'ed'. Moe, however, continued his performance like if he was a singer singing to a full house.

"Now I'm *hick* a solider! A lonely solider away from home!" Moe got too caught up in the moment that he tipped back where he almost fell but luckily for him the frustrated bartender caught him before he tumbled back and bash his skull. "Oh my hero!", Moe exclaimed cheerfully like a saved woman who's life was saved by Superman. Moe then shocked everyone in the room as he placed his drunken lips on the bartender's. Even Curly was flabbergasted "Nyah!"

The disgusted bartender pulled away and groaned. "Bleh! I've been poisoned!" He dropped Moe where he fell hard on the floor with a thud that could be heard over the loud upbeat music. "Security! Get these two imbeciles outta here now!"

In a flash, two buff security men came about and picked Moe up, griping his arms tight. Compared to Moe, his arms looked like straws in the guards's ginormous hands.

"Hey!", Curly yelled. "Nobody manhandles my pal Moe like that! Woop woop woop woop woop!" He run his hands through his face and jumped up and down like he was about to run a marathon and he put up a hand to strike the bullies until one of the guards crushed his digits with just one hand, making him wail. "Nyaaahhh!" He snatch his aching fingers away and barked at the guard. "Ruff ruff ruff!" But the guard was larger than him, making poor Curly look like a shaking chihuahua while the guards were pit bulls, their bark bigger and louder. "RUFF RUFF RUFF!" Curly back intimidated by both security and stumbled back, twiddling his fingers nervously.

All happened in a quick blur and both Curly and Moe were literally thrown out of the club and landed on the hard concrete. "And stay out, ya rodents!", one security guard warned as the other slammed the Exit door shut.

"Boy what such hotheads! Hmmm!", Curly clamored as he picked himself up from the nasty sidewalk, brushing himself off and cracking his neck back to it's place. "Come on, Moe. Lets get outta this detestable joint and get on home."

Moe was still lying on the cold yet repulsive and unclean sidewalk, still out of it. "Shhhh! The floor, it's speak'n to meh!"

"Really?", Curly catechized. "What's it say'n?"

Moe threw up his index finger to silence Curly while he listened to the sidewalk and what it has to say. "It's say'n 'Go home ya muskrat!' Oh! You funny sidewalk you!"

Curly shook his head lamentably again, but then an idea came to him. "Woop woop woop! Now it's my turn to take care of the man child!" He bent down and triumphantly lifted Moe up, putting the drunkard's arm around Curly's shoulders to keep Moe balanced and the two began to walk off instead of calling another cab.

Until two female voices beckoned to them.

"Excuse us.", a sweet voice called.

Curly and Moe went silent until they turned back and saw two young dames standing there. One had straight dirty blonde hair who's figure looked like a voluptuous Barbie doll with large breast implants. She wore a short black party dress that was low on the chest, showing her massive cleavage, with matching high heels and her makeup looked like that of a drag queen's.

The other woman, however, was totally different from her tarty friend. She had gorgeous curly dark red hair and her body was average, not too skinny like models on the runway and not too chubby like overweight chicks or the term "grenades" that Moe had learned from being on the Jersey Shore. No, this woman was actually normal looking! She was a true beauty to Moe as she caught his drunken eyes, beautiful like the Greek goddess Athena. Even when drunk, there seemed something else about the woman that caught Moe's attention, something besides beauty...

"Oh! Gorgeous dames! Woo woo woo woo!", Curly exclaimed. He suddenly let go of Moe, causing him to collapse on the concrete again, and slicked his non-existent hair down. "Hiya, Cutes! What can we do for youse?"

"We saw you two fine men back in there and we thought you two were so hysterical and interesting.", the dirty blonde said, fixing Curly a seductive glare as she put her hands on her hips. "I'm Jackie." She held out her finger and tickled Curly under his chin, making him wiggle his leg as if he was a hound dog being scratched.

"Woo woo woo!", Curly cheered. "Well I'm Curly." The large gentlemen then winked and clicked his tongue at her, having a cheesy grin.

"And I'm Lara.", the red head one introduced in a sweet voice. It was easy to spot the sweet one in the duo. She fixed her glance at Moe, who was still lying on the dirty sidewalk. "Are you ok?", she inquired Moe.

Moe jolted from the ground like he was shot in the bum and began to act classy in front of the woman. "Why yes I am now that *hick* you're here sweet cheeks."
Lara couldn't help but chuckle and have a grin on her soft face. She knew right from the start that the bowl head was intoxicated and tipsy. "Aren't you that one guy from the Jersey Shore?"

"Why yes I am darling.", Moe triumphantly said. He did all he could to look gentlemen like in front of miss Lara but one thunderous belch soiled it. "Blaaaahhhhh!"

"Ugh, gross!", Jackie uttered.

"What? You gotta admit that's funny.", Lara laughed.

Moe stumbled forward to Lara and tried to come onto her with a cheesy pickup line. "Hey there honey. You *hick* like hotdogs, 'cause I got one grilled up *hick* and ready to eat in my barbecue." Moe then cackled up a storm.

"Oh lord.", Jackie groaned. "What an idiot."

"Jackie, relax!", Lara said. "He's just out of it. Leave him alone."

"Ya know what, I gotta get my pal Moe home to rest. He's had a long day and night.", Curly said, but an idea came to mind. "But how's about youse two gals come back to our place?! Woo woo woo!"

"Oh well we don't really-", but Lara was cut off by Jackie.

"Why of course we can, Big Boy! Lead the way!", Jackie said, winking at Lara as she put her arm around Curly's. Lara glanced at Moe and sighed heavily. "I can't believe I'm doing this, but lets go I guess." She only took Moe's hand and all four walked off. "Just don't mind him being drunk and pathetic.", Lara told herself. "It's Dyna-Moe so just take the pitch. Go with the flow, move with the wave."

X x x x

"You and Barbie *hick* doll take the sofa while Little Mermaid and I take the *hick* bedroom.", Moe told Curly, still holding miss Lara's little delicate hand.

"Nah! Why can't all for of us have the bedroom?", Curly inquired, frowning.

"Because I already called *hick* dibs on the bed, ya lunkhead. Plus, I'm gonna *hick* need the space.", Moe guffawed. Curly's girl Jackie also agreed with her big boned stuff muffin but figured anywhere was perfect for the one night stand, she just hoped the sofa was big and soft enough.

Moe locked the bedroom door behind him while Lara looked around the somewhat tidy small room. The Stooges didn't have enough time to tidy the room as they were so excited for leaving to Vegas. Lara then stared at the one bed that was there, the bed that all stooges shared together, that is until Larry left which meant it was for two now. But tonight it will be Lara and Moe in the bed while Curly snores on the couch with his girl. "You and your friend back there sleep here, in this one bed?", she inquired, trying not to sound too judgmental.

"Us and another moron of ours. But he's out of sight and out of town so it's just you and me tonight, Toots.", Moe answered. He placed one hand on Lara's side, making her turn around and face him, her twinkling blue eyes meeting his dull brown ones.

"Strange.", Moe mumbled. "I don't know of it's the booze toying with me or you look like someone I know."

"Really?", Lara sheepishly inquired Moe. He was so close to her that she can smell the heavy liquor he's drank.

"Yeah." Moe then felt himself getting aroused down there, a new party of his own was starting in his pants as a torch was lit. "But that's not important right now. What is important is that I get my stick inside your fun hole, and how." Moe was still too intoxicated to understand the definition of what he's just said, but Lara understood. No matter how he said the meaning, it all meant the same thing.

Soon enough, Moe's drunken lips met Lara's cherry Chapstick ones as they pressed up against each other, Moe's tongue slipping inside of Lara's surprisingly sweet as strawberries mouth, with Moe's still having the aftertaste of the heavy drinks. Moe moaned a bit as his pink snake proceed to roll in the heat of her mouth, deeply kissing her. He murmured something that sounded like a name as both of them began to undress themselves then get their exposed bodies under the sheets of the bed as they climbed in. Moe continued to lick and nip of Lara's neck, making her whimper softly until she spoke up. "Wait wait wait!", she hissed, breaking the half-drunken half-intimate passion. "I need you to do something for me first." She reached her arm out to where her red purse lay on the carpet, picking it up and reaching in, taking out a condom wrapper. "Put this on."

"Why? Whataya carry that for?", Moe mumbled.

"For protection of course.", Lara said. "Just hurry up and put it on!" The passion was getting to her and she needed Moe's touch, even though she hardly knew him.

"Ok. If you say so, Toots, but where do I-", but the serious look in Lara's eyes made it seem clear to Moe. "Oh yeah. Heheh, sorry about that." Moe snatched the wrapper from Lara's fingers and made haste as he put the rubber material on himself.

When all set, Moe pulled the white sheets over him and Lara as they proceed to do fornication all in the night.

The morning sun peaked through the window blinds and sucker punched Moe's eye lids like if the sun was Mike Tyson. Though he opened his eyes halfway, Moe was half asleep, not drunk anymore at least. Through his blurry eye sight, Moe can see a full set of red hair next to him. Red hair...

"Larry? Is that you?", Moe softly muttered, forgetting that Larry had left home yesterday afternoon and that's why he and Curly head to the nightclub. Suddenly, Moe felt a mix of emotions orbit his heart like the planets orbit the sun, but the feeling 'affection' stand out the most, and Moe leaned closer to the sleeping person next to him, getting so close that the tip of Moe's nose was touching the other's. "Oh Larry. I thought you were gone." Moe then kissed the person's face and then to his/her lips, not knowing it was Lara from last night that he is mistaking Larry for. Moe wrapped his arm around Lara's waist and brought her closer to his naked body as he proceed to kiss her mistakenly, his lips taking possession of Lara's/Larry's. "Mmm porcupine. You taste so sweet in the mornings. Hmmm."

Lara then began to slowly open her own eyes and saw that Moe was kissing her lips then moved his own lips to her neck, licking her soft skin. At first she felt joyful and was enjoying it, even though though it was just a one night stand, but when Moe would be speaking of this Larry fellow she raised an eyebrow and thought to herself that maybe she had sex with someone who was possibly bisexual.

"Are you in love with someone name Larry?", she asked Moe softly.

Suddenly, at the sound of her voice, Moe stopped licking her neck, going silent. Lara felt scared of how Moe would react to seeing her naked next to him, possibly not remembering who she is due to him being extremely out of it last night. Moe then moved the hand that he had on her waist up to feel her when she became too uncomfortable. "Quit it!", she yelped, covering her bare chest with her arms.

The shriek made Moe fully awake now and he opened his eyes completely, seeing Lara clearly now. "Oh...my god! I'm so sorry!", Moe shout. He literally feel out of bed, escaping the white sheets and fall on the floor where his exposed body showed. "H-how'd ya get here, kid?!"

"First of all, can you please cover yourself up please?", Lara pleaded, shielding her eyes with one hand as she covered her figure up to her chest with the blanket with the other as she sat up.

Moe looked at himself and gasped, blushing blood red all over as he quickly grabbed the pillow from the bed and covered himself down there.

"I meant your whole body, like get dress.", Lara said.

"Oh for shit's sake!", Moe thought. He would never really use profanity in front of a woman. Moe quickly grabbed the pajamas he keeps under the pillow on the bed and had haste as he dressed himself, with Lara still shielding her eyes for she doesn't want to see a man naked. Moe was now dressed. "Ok. I did what ya told me to do, now tell me how ya got here! Why ya in ya birthday suit next to me and sleeping in the bed?!"

Lara bit her bottom lip. "Well, that's kind of a long story.", she said softly.

"I don't give a hoot, lady! Talk!", Moe demanded, now becoming mad as a hornet and a bull combined. "What happened?!"

"Well...you and your fat friend were at the gentlemen's club Sugar and Spice and me and my friend saw you and well...we saw you guys get thrown out so we left and followed you guys."

"Oh so I suppose you and your buddy stalk on prey like a predator, like the cougar you are?", Moe growled, sneering at poor Lara who was shaking like a leaf.

"I am not a cougar!", Lara cried insulted. "I'm 32 years old! I bet I'm only 3 years younger than you! And me and my friend do not stalk people like that!"

"Ok ok. Take it easy there. Continue if you may please.", Moe assured.

"As I was saying," Lara continued. "So me and my friend Jackie went through the back door where we met you guys outside."

Moe narrowed his eyes. "Wait, you said we met at a gentlemen's club? What-", but then the memory of going to Sugar and Spice Gentlemen's Club came back to him. "Oh that's right. The strip joint. But I don't remember what happened at the club or what happened after." Suddenly, an excruciating headache hit the Snooze button and Moe's ears rang like an alarm clock and his head throbbed like bricks were thrown at it. "Ah shit!", he hissed, forgetting he would never cuss in front of a dame. "Ah crap, my head! What in the world did I drink?"

"I don't know. But whatever it was, you sure were loaded of it. That's why you don't remember anything.", Lara assured.

Moe glanced at Lara. "By anything, you mean when we even...did fornication that I don't remember also? Ain't that how you got here?"

"Uh huh."

Moe groaned out of shock and disgust. "Oh god!" He put his hands over his face and then dragged them down.

Lara bit her bottom lip again and asked Moe a question of her own. "As I said before, while you were nuzzling my neck and ear lobe, are you in love with someone name Larry?"
Moe quickly made eye contact with her, staring at her wide eyed. "What did you say?"

"Well when I woke up you were kissing me and calling me Larry."

Moe's face changed from a normal fresh tone to white as the bedsheets. He couldn't have! "I called you what?!"

"Look I already had to repeat the question for you three times now. Don't make me do it again!", Lara hissed.

Moe looked at the woman, seeming that she had a red luscious mane and blue eyes, red hair and blue eyes like Larry!

"And last night, you said I look like someone you know, right before we had sex.", Lara went on.

Moe's jaw dropped as he put pieces of the puzzle together. "W-what's your name?", Moe asked, scared of the answer.

"Lara."

That was it for Moe. That was the last straw. "No! Please no, God!" Moe grabbed the pillow from the ground and pressed it to his face, screaming into it.

"What's wrong?", Lara asked confused.

Moe stop screaming to the high heavens and tossed the pillow again. "Nothing.", he lied.

Lara saw something in Moe all of a sudden. "Nah there's something going on here. Who's this Larry dude?"

"He's just a friend, that's all.", Moe said, turning his body away completely from Lara. Mix of emotions ran all over his inside as he blushed.

"Just a friend?", Lara suspiciously asked. "Or someone special?"

"Oh, get'n personal eh? Look, can you just let me be?!", Moe snapped. "Just go home and leave me alone! Forget my face and go!" Moe tried with all of his might not to burst into tears. He had to be a man.

"If you want me to leave you alone then I will. You'll be alone.", Lara reasoned.

At that, Moe was brought back to yesterday when Larry was about to depart from him and Curly. The words Larry said rang in his head. Oh I'll leave you alone alright. You always wanted me to get off your back, so here's your chance if Atlanta wasn't enough. Moe then lost the battle as he crumpled to the floor and went into fettle position and bawled. At last, he felt guilty for what happened yesterday, guilty for the whole mess, though not ready to admit it's his fault.

Lara soon became remorseful and worried. "Oh my god! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean to make you cry! I'll leave! I'll leave right now if you want me to!"

"No, it's not that!", Moe wailed. He wiped his eyes and nose and spoke. "Larry was a friend of mine, the best friend I've ever had besides the bulldog out there. But we got into a heated battle and he left yesterday because he was so angered."

Lara felt sympathy and understood. "So you went to the nightclub to forget the problem. You felt guilty and empty inside so you drank to fill yourself up again."

Moe looked back at Lara with glittery watery eyes, them being red and puffy from crying. He wanted to deny it, but he knew it was true. No matter how much he wanted to disagree, he had to give in, even though he hated himself to admit it even to himself. "Yes."

Lara nod. "You really love this Larry guy do ya. You're in love with him."

Moe sighed heavily. "I don't know. I'm so confused."

"But deep down you do love him."

Moe shut his eyes and nod. "I don't know where he is though."

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door. "Lara!", Jackie called. "Come on, we gotta go!" In the distance, Curly was pleading for his girl to stay longer but Jackie wasn't having it. "Get away from me, ya disgusting rat! Lara! Lets go now!"

"That's my friend Jackie, the one I was telling you about.", Lara said. She quickly got out of bed and put on back her clothing as quickly as possible. "I'm coming Jackie!"

Moe turned away to give the little woman some space as she redressed. Lara put on her shoes and was about to unlock the door when she looked back at Moe. The departure would be bittersweet as she and Moe may never meet again. It was like leaving a friend behind. "Well I hope you and Larry find each other again.", Lara said sweetly, smiling. "Goodbye Moe."

Moe looked at Lara and smiled back. She may bring back the memories of Larry and yesterday, but she was truly a Good Samaritan. She made Moe see the light and help him through. "Goodbye Lara."

"Lara! Get your ass out of there and let's go!", Jackie called.

"I'm coming!", Lara said. She was about to unlock the door again until Moe beckoned to her. "Lara?", he softly called.

Lara glanced back. "Yeah?"

Moe walked over to her and then he hugged her tightly. "I don't always embrace chumps in a hug like this, you're a first, but thank you so much."

Lara pat Moe's back and smiled. "You're welcome." The two broke the embrace and Lara finally unlocked the door, leaving the room, leaving the apartment with Jackie as they walked out the front door.

That was the last time Moe saw Lara.