Chapter Fourteen
The Karaoke Night Deception
Erik sat back in his desk chair, a satisfied grin on his face. Glancing at the clock, he could not believe it was half past midnight. Had he really been working on editing the Star Wars commercial for over six hours? He remembered parting from Amy with a sweet kiss and eating a sandwich at some point in the evening. Erik knew he could get wrapped up in his work, especially when he had a vision so clear in his mind. But he had a great edit at this point and was ready to bring it to work for a final rendering. Unfortunately, his brain would not shut off. He took Honeybee out for a couple of minutes, then returned to his computer. He checked his fantasy baseball team, moved some players around. He paced around the living room and threw a ball at Honeybee, who was more interested in sleeping at this point. Finally, he pulled out his Kindle and continued to read Ivanhoe but only got a paragraph in before he jumped up again.
I have to show this to somebody, he thought. Amy.
He texted Amy to see if she was awake, not sure if he could just show up unannounced in the middle of the night. He didn't want to become some creeper boyfriend. Amy texted him back almost immediately.
Yes, I'm awake. Are you okay?
Yeah, just wanted to show you my commercial. Can I come up?
Okay. I'm still working as well.
Even though he was dressed in his pajama bottoms and t-shirt, Erik pulled on his shoes, grabbed his flash drive, and ran up to Amy's. She opened the door at his knock, and his brain immediately shifted from thoughts of work to his girlfriend. Amy stood in front of him wearing a Harvard t-shirt and sweatpants, her hair pulled up in a ponytail, her feet bare. She looked deliciously casual and comfortable, making him want to grab her and nuzzle into her hair, her neck, her chest, everywhere. Hmm…and she wasn't wearing a bra that he could tell…
"Hey," he said. "I've been working for over six hours, and I think I have something awesome. Can I show you?"
Amy gave him one of her bright smiles and gestured him in. He glanced at her computer to see she had two screens going and differing data charts open in multiple programs.
"I've been struggling for hours to figure out the best way to visually represent my data," she said, obviously flustered. "I'm not sure which chart or table works best."
Erik looked at the different options. He didn't understand the data, but the chart and table open in the SPSS program seemed the most visually appealing. Perhaps color coding the data…
Erik shared his thoughts with Amy, and she smiled when she realized her options.
"Thanks so much," Amy said. "Sometimes another opinion helps. One of my grad students is a whiz at this program and can probably help me figure a color code scheme. I feel a lot better now."
Erik plugged his flash drive into Amy's Blu-Ray player and loaded the commercial.
"Okay, so the voice over won't be me, and the titles will be a bit different. That's Nick's department anyway," Erik explained. "But you'll get the general idea."
The commercial ran about a minute and a half, and Amy laughed aloud at the reactions of the park goers at seeing the actor in the stormtrooper costume. Erik watched Amy watch the commercial, thrilled at her reaction.
"That was really great," she said, smiling.
"I'm hoping they might run it on television rather than just online," he said. Suddenly, he felt exhausted. He realized he's been up working and thinking about this project for nearly 18 hours. He felt is brain and body shutting down.
"Erik," said Amy, seeming to hesitate at first, but finally continuing. "You look beat. Would you like to stay the night here? Cuddle a bit. I think we could both use that after spending a Saturday night working."
Erik couldn't think of anything he wanted to do more. Amy led him to her bedroom, and left to quickly shut down her computer and brush her teeth. Erik lay down in the bed, glancing around the room and smiling at seeing a small tapestry replica of the The Lady and the Unicorn; he'd visited the Musée du Moyen-Âge several years ago and seen the original. He loved Amy's fascination with the middle ages. He'd have to tell her about the museum and …
He drifted off to sleep, only surfacing briefly when he felt Amy join him, giving him a goodnight kiss. He cuddled into her and slept peacefully, dreaming of Amy, stormtroopers, and unicorns.
Amy woke the next morning with Erik's arms wrapped around her, him snoring softly into her neck. Her back was to him, and she wanted to turn around to see his face, but the moment was so perfect she snuggled her body into his. As she did this, she felt his hips gently thrust against her, and she could definitely feel his manhood, quite hard, under his pajama bottoms.
Oh my, she thought, instantly aroused. She knew this happened to most men in the mornings, but to be lying right next to Erik in such a state was getting her hot. Could she do what she'd been thinking about all week? She wanted to explore him. Maybe she could take the lead.
She again moved her body against his and was met with another thrust.
"Amy," he whispered in his sleep.
She slowly turned to face him, and in her movement woke him up.
"Hey, Amy," he said drowsily. Then he realized what he'd been doing, and his face turned red. "Shit, Amy, I'm sorry I was groping you. Morning wood, you know. I'll get up."
Amy grabbed him and pulled him back down on the bed.
"Actually, I was thinking, and please listen to me say all this because I'm a little nervous but I want to try some things," she began, knowing she was rambling and not making any sense. "But last weekend, you focused so much on me I hardly got a chance to focus on you . . . intimately."
Erik stared at her, eyes wide. He swallowed hard and bit his lip. "Okay," he all but whimpered.
"So, um, could you please remove your shirt?" Amy asked.
Erik smiled devilishly. "It'll cost you yours," he echoed her comment from last weekend.
Amy took a deep breath and removed her shirt. Wearing no bra, she was now completely topless in front of him. He removed his, and began to move towards her when she pushed him back down to lie on the bed.
"Um, you're not gonna tie me up, are you Amy?" Erik asked a bit nervously.
"No," she said, feeling her confidence rise. "I just want a chance to explore you."
She leaned over and began kissing his lips, moving down to his neck. She ran her hands along his arms before caressing his chest and stomach, moving slowly, enjoying the feeling of his skin under her touch. She left his lips and simply watched her hands move along him. He had a nice chest and stomach, not perfectly flat, but definitely some muscle definition. As she ran her hands along his torso, she began kissing the arm closest to her. She felt his other arm move over, and his fingers begin to caress her breasts.
"Sorry," he whispered, his voice laden with desire. "But I can't help it. I need to touch you."
His words emboldened her, and she moved to straddle his legs, now kissing and licking his chest, enjoying his moans and producing some of her own as he rubbed and lightly pinched her nipples. She worked her way down to his stomach, shocked when her breasts grazed against the bulge in his pajama bottoms. Erik's whole body jerked, and he sat up immediately.
"Um, Amy," he said. "You are getting dangerously close to a very active area."
Amy sat up, still straddling his legs. She wanted to touch it so bad. Could she do it? She slowly placed her hands on his erection, feeling the rigidness of it through the fabric. Erik groaned and put his head back on the pillow, closing his eyes. His reaction made Amy immediately wet in her most sensitive place, and she ran her finger up and down him, causing him to thrust into her hand, groaning, saying her name. Amy couldn't help but smile at his reaction. This was getting so hot, but what was next…
At that thought, Erik suddenly pulled Amy down on top of him, until she was lying flush against him, their bare chests together, mouths open in a deep kiss. Amy quickly became aware that she now straddled him at the waist, her clitoris right up against his penis, although a couple layers of fabric lie in between. He kissed her in a frantic way now, moving from her mouth to her cheeks to her ears, all the while caressing her chest, her back, her butt. She felt her desire surge as he became more animalistic, and she moved to suck on his neck as she tentatively ground her sensitive area against his erection. God, that felt amazing. Even better than the previous time they'd been together. Her current position gave her amazing control over the angle and pressure, and she felt herself slip into the bliss of the moment. Erik responded by thrusting against her. The movement became more regular, faster, and Amy could feel herself begin to climax.
"Erik!" she cried out, the flood of her orgasm overtaking her. She pulled her lips from his neck and moved to be face to face with him. His eyes were wide open, a hungry expression on his face. She brought her lips to his and moaned deeply into his mouth, the feeling of ecstasy making her whole body sing with his. He continued to move against her until she felt his member shudder, and Erik let out a deep groan. He threw his arms around her and held her against him as Amy's head sunk down to rest on his chest. He thrust against her a couple more times and then became still.
What the hell just happened, Amy thought, trying to catch her breathe.
"Amy," Erik said quietly, his voice heavy and uneven. "I think you just took a lead off second base and headed to third."
"Oh," was all she could get out.
"I'm really looking forward to third base," he said, starting to regain his composure. "And anytime you want to take control, feel free. That was…wow. God, I wish I could be more articulate in times like these."
Amy giggled and rolled off of him, and they both turned to face each other. His sexy smile greeted her. She could definitely get used to this.
"Okay, I'm starving," he finally said.
"How about we go out for breakfast and then to an afternoon movie," she offered.
"Sounds perfect, especially since I'm fully awake now. Thanks to you," he answered, starting to get up from bed. "Let me go shower. You've kinda made a mess of me again. Meet you in 45 minutes?"
"Yes," said Amy kissing him.
He hurried back to his apartment, and she got ready, still reveling in the feeling of him and the delight of her boldness. The rest of the day, they couldn't keep their hands off each other, from playing footsie under the table at breakfast to holding hands at the movies. As they parted ways that afternoon to get ready for their work weeks, Amy couldn't help but think about the next steps. Her boldness this morning boosted her confidence greatly, and Erik seemed open to letting her explore. Third base – bring it on!
Sheldon returned home on a midweek afternoon carrying his purchases. He'd declined Leonard's ride in favor of taking the bus to the mall. As he approached his door, he heard the sounds of the television drift outside. He entered finding Leonard and Penny curled up on the couch, watching a movie.
"Hey Sheldon," said Penny. "What's in the bags?"
"Just some new clothes. Nothing interesting," he answered, noticing a package sitting on his desk chair. Great, his online order arrived. Everything should be complete.
"Do you want to watch Roman Holiday with us?" asked Penny. "It's really good."
"Penny, I have seen Roman Holiday with Meemaw several years ago and found the story quite dull, considering the central conflict was the romance. Romance should be a side conflict or non-existent in a story," Sheldon responded, pouring himself some iced tea.
Penny rolled her eyes. "Well, then I bet you're glad to have that conflict out of your life, aren't you?"
"If you are referring to Amy, I don't think you have any room to comment, since you are one of my many treacherous former friends," Sheldon answered.
By this time, Penny had paused the movie. "Treacherous?"
"Yes," Sheldon answered, raising his voice slightly. "I know that evil woman thief Erik was over at your apartment on Saturday."
Leonard suddenly blurted out, his continued frustration with Sheldon rising. "Yes, and we're going to karaoke night this Friday with him, Amy, and his sister. And he's taking our engagement photos! And we're going to play baseball! And you need to stop making us all miserable just because you screwed up!"
Penny put her hand on Leonard's shoulder as Sheldon began to grab his packages to take to his room. She stood up and walked over to Sheldon, looking at him sadly.
"Sheldon, sweetie, I know you hurt and feel like everyone is out to get you. But this is the best thing that could have possibly happened. Amy is happy, and you have the opportunity to be happy too. You both always seemed so stifled in your relationship. Use this chance to grow," Penny said, her voice calming him a bit. Penny often had that effect on him. "Erik is very nice, and I know it'll be hard, but you'll genuinely like him. I know you will. And Amy misses you, she wants to be friends. Reach out to her."
Sheldon stared at Penny, trying to look nonchalant. "Where is karaoke night?"
"The club on fifteenth," Penny answered, looking suspicious. "Why, you want to come?"
"No, of course not. Why listen to a bunch of drunks warble all evening, doing terrible renditions of bad music?" With that, Sheldon walked down to his room with his purchases and closed the door.
He emptied the bag on the bed and ran over to his chest of drawers and pulled out a pair of jeans he'd bought several years ago but never wore. He slipped out of his clothes and into the jeans and the New York Mets jersey he bought. Yes, this is definitely an outfit he would never wear. He pulled out a pair of black canvas Vans and topped the ensemble with a Yankees snapback. Looking at the mirror, he could hardly recognize himself, although he knew Amy and his backstabbing friends still might. He opened the box and pulled out an assortment of fake mustaches and beards, complete with spirit gum to attach everything. He'd have to decide between the Fu Manchu or the handlebar, although the goatee looked interesting as well. Sheldon spent the next several minutes at the mirror seeing what looked best for his disguise.
Dr. Sheldon Cooper was going undercover to find out how Erik made Amy happy, and Leonard and Penny had unwittingly given him his first assignment – he'd be there Friday night for karaoke.
Amy and Erik stood outside the security gate at the airport Wednesday evening, waiting for Jessica and Benji Lopez to arrive. Even though the couple had rented a car for themselves and were staying at a motel by Disneyland (where they were visiting the next two days), Erik still wanted them to meet Amy right away. At first, Amy felt surprised by this; Sheldon never seemed interested in Amy meeting his family, and the contact she made with them was done on her own. Almost immediately after they became an official couple, Erik brought up his family frequently, particularly Jessica, since he seemed quite close to his older sister. Standing beside Erik, watching people head past the gate to baggage claim, Amy began to feel nervous. Would they like her? Would she eventually meet his parents? Oh dear lord, would he want to meet her mother, with whom she already had a strained relationship?
"There they are!" Erik yelled, beginning to wave.
Amy saw Jessica and Benji wave back, although they were still behind a crowd of people. Jessica was a little taller than Amy, with the same blonde hair as her brother, which she styled long down her back. She wore a simple jeans and t-shirt ensemble, topped off with dark-rimmed glasses, and held her husband's hand. Benji stood a little shorter than Erik, but appeared more muscular, his deep brown hair and dark eyes making him a rather attractive companion to Jessica.
The couple came up to Erik and Amy, and Jessica immediately bypassed her brother to wrap her arms around Amy in a big bear hug.
"Oh my God, it is so wonderful to meet the woman who is making my baby brother so happy," she said.
Amy looked over Jessica's shoulder to see the two men grinning. Benji wrapped Amy in a hug as well.
"You're right, man," Benji said to Erik when the greetings were complete. "She's adorable. And a doctor. Seriously, Amy. What are you doing with this bum?"
Standing in line for the car rental, Amy listened in as Jessica and Benji caught Erik up on the goings on in his hometown of Ilwaco, Washington, how his parents were doing, Jessica's choices for productions she would direct at the high school next year, and news about Benji's fishing business.
"I'm so excited you're here. Call me when you guys arrive at the park tomorrow," Erik said, as they parted ways at the rental car.
"And we'll see you Friday evening for dinner, right Amy?" asked Benji.
"Yup, and we arranged to go to a karaoke club after with some of our friends," Amy answered. "Erik said you both love karaoke."
"Hell, yes," said Jessica. "Has Erik told you Benji and him are the reigning champions of Jay-Z and Kanye West karaoke in Portland? I even choreographed their routine."
Amy began to laugh. "Um, no." She turned to Erik. "Will you both be performing Friday?"
Erik glared at his sister. "Thanks, Jess. I like these people and now you're going to embarrass me, and they will learn the true nerd I really am."
"Oh, this is just the beginning," Jessica teased.
Erik turned to Amy. "Please remind me to tell everyone Jess loves being called JLo."
"You ass," Jessica smacked her brother on the shoulder as she got in the car with Benji. "See you Friday, Amy."
Friday dinner with Erik's sister and brother-in-law turned out to be enlightening and hysterical. They ate at a quiet Italian restaurant. As promised, Benji was hilarious, one of those people that always said the right thing at the right time. After reminiscing about their two days at Disneyland, they asked Amy about her work. She outlined her current study and focus. Both seemed curious to see her lab, so she promised tomorrow, before they went sightseeing downtown, to take them by the university.
Jessica shared story after story about Erik, with Benji chiming in from time to time. Stories of holidays and family vacations, sports teams and pets, embarrassing moments.
"I'm so glad Erik is starting to settle a bit," Jessica said to Amy as Erik and Benji began talking baseball. "He's now only two hours away instead of a fifteen hour flight plus a three hour Jeep drive over rocky terrain plus a seventeen mile uphill hike. And he's loving his work and spending time with you. I know he's made some new friends. I've honestly never heard or seen him so, well, with the world. In the moment. Healthy. Really, not since we were kids." She paused, her eyes appearing glazed, her voice broken. "I'm just so, so glad he's back with us. Thank you, Amy. Really. Truly." She put her hand on Amy's, composing herself.
Erik glanced over to the two women. "You okay, Jess?"
"Yes, just happy," she smiled. "And not able to finish this meal because of the grand Disney treat tour you took us on today."
"I've been on that," Amy smiled at Erik. "The Dole Whip is my favorite."
Erik gave her a dashing grin and winked.
Sheldon situated himself at the bar in the back of the karaoke club, ordering a Diet Coke, fiddling with his handlebar mustache. He really should have went with the pencil or chevron. Maybe for his next mission.
Leonard, Penny, Bernadette, and Howard all sat at a table centrally located, with four seats saved. They chatted with each other, having a grand old time. Traitors.
About 9:30, Amy and the playboy arrived, along with another couple. Sheldon saw Amy introduce the others to his former friends. They all sat down together. From this angle, he saw Erik take Amy's hand, which was sitting in her lap. A little too friendly for public, thought Sheldon.
"Well, that's some dedication to the New York teams, huh," came a voice beside him, suddenly jarring Sheldon out of his observation. He turned to see the bartender standing beside him, wearing tight jeans and a tank top a size too small, allowing certain parts of her anatomy to be highlighted. She leaned on the bar and looked at him. "Couldn't decide whether you like the Mets or the Yankees?"
"These are just clothes," he answered. "May I have another Diet Coke?"
"No booze? You look like you could use some," she winked.
"No, thank you," Sheldon replied, turning back to his subjects.
The table was in lively conversation now. Sheldon looked around to see if there was an opportunity to move forward, but the place was packed. An employee took the stage and began to speak over the microphone.
"All right, people, tonight we're having a little competition. At your table are electronic voters which will allow you to pick your favorite performer. The winner will have their entire party paid for. Wanna play? We start in fifteen minutes. Sign up with the DJ."
Sheldon watched the table become a flutter. Amy and Howard talked excitedly, and then turned to talk to Erik. He started laughing, but was interrupted by the new blonde woman; Erik's sister, Sheldon remembered Leonard saying. The sister, Amy, and Howard all ran up to the DJ and then returned to the table. Erik and the man Sheldon didn't know seemed in deep conversation.
The competition began and the third singers called up were Howard and Amy, singing "America" by Neil Diamond. Sheldon groaned. He'd heard them sing together before, and it was terrible. He could never understand their mutual fascination with Neil Diamond.
"What's the matter?" asked the bartender, who had situated herself near Sheldon to watch the performances. "Don't like Neil Diamond?"
"Not particularly," he replied.
"I take you as more of a Barry Manilow guy anyway," she laughed, then left to help a customer.
Sheldon watched Amy and Howard laughing together as they returned to their seats. Erik stood up to wrap her into a hug, then pulled Amy into his lap, holding her tight and kissing her from time to time. Several performers later, the announcer called, "Benji Lopez and Erik Koster."
The two men stood up and took their places onstage, and a rather bass heavy hip hop beat began to play. The two men began to dance around and rap. Sheldon didn't know anything about hip hop music, but the crowd went wild, apparently enjoying the performance.
"Wow, they're really good," said a waitress who joined the girl behind the bar. "I haven't heard a good Watch the Throne song in here in, like, forever."
"The blonde guy doing Kanye is kinda cute," the bartender said.
Sheldon watched Amy. She was laughing hysterically at their dancing, gripping the shoulder of the Erik's sister, who appeared equally amused. When the two men finished, they received the biggest applause of the evening.
After the remaining singers, the votes were tallied and Erik and Benji were tied with a Josh Groban-esque singer who seemed to specialize in the music of Madonna.
"Alright," said the announcer. "We need to break the tie. You each get one more performance. Let the DJ know which song, and we start in ten minutes."
Sheldon watched the whole table talk, seeming to take this trifle competition so seriously. Erik finally stood up and walked over to the DJ. Sheldon suddenly had an idea.
"Hey," he called to the bartender.
"The name's Ashley, but I suppose hey will do for you, sweetie," she said.
Sheldon handed her a $20. "Can you bring the DJ over here?"
She eyed him suspiciously. "We do have a special Barry Manilow night the third Thursday of the month for all you Fanilows."
"Please," asked Sheldon, not understanding a word she said.
She left and brought back the DJ. Sheldon pulled out two $100 bills and handed them to the man.
"The music doesn't work for blondie. I mean Erik," Sheldon said in a low voice, trying to sound covert.
The DJ eyed and pocketed the cash. "Cool." He walked back to the stage.
Erik's competition went first, singing some Madonna ballad. Then the announcer called, "And the finally, Erik Koster performing Kanye West's 'Power'!"
The crowd cheered as Erik took the mic. He stood up there waiting, but the DJ, fiddling with the equipment, finally looked over to him and shrugged, shaking his head.
Ha, thought Sheldon. Now who's embarrassed? You humiliate me by stealing my girlfriend, I'll humiliate you. He smiled gleefully as he watched Erik stand up on stage, looking awkward.
"Well," Erik finally said into the microphone. "The music doesn't appear to be working." He paused, and the crowd groaned. "But I think I can a Capella it!"
The crowd roared in approval, and Erik's sister jumped up and grabbed the mic from her brother. "But he can use some help. Ladies, you go ooohhhh, heyyy, and guys you clap at a steady pace, like this." She demonstrated. She suddenly had the entire audience creating a beat.
Erik launched into the rap, and Sheldon looked around the club to see everyone participating, in rapt attention at the man onstage. Amy and the rest of the table seemed in a state of absolute delight.
After two versus, Erik finally lowered the mic. "That's all I've got," he said breathlessly.
The crowd roared and Madonna Josh Groban leaped onstage, grabbed the mic, and said, "I concede. That was beast."
Erik and the other performer bowed dramatically and returned to their seats. The whole table of Sheldon's former friends were up, congratulating the man. Sheldon's blood boiled. He was supposed to fail miserably, not become the life of the party.
"That was so cool," Sheldon heard the bartender say to the waitress. "I think I'll give him my number. He totally killed that Kanye."
"Well, now's your opportunity. He's coming this way," the waitress replied.
Erik was indeed making his way toward the bar, random strangers patting him on the back in congratulations as he walked. A flirty waitress handing Erik her phone number? This may not be a wasted evening after all. Sheldon took out his phone and turned on the camcorder function, trying to pretend he was reading something interesting.
"A ginger ale, please," he said to the bartender.
She poured his drink then leaned over the bar toward him, sliding a napkin with writing on it over to Erik. "You were amazing. So much fun to watch. Hit me up if you wanna go out sometime."
Erik glanced down at the napkin.
Take it, take it, willed Sheldon.
Erik placed a finger on the napkin and slide it back across the bar.
"I'm flattered," he said. "But I'm in love with the hot brunette over there."
The bartender placed the napkin in her pocket. "Well, too bad. She's a lucky girl."
Erik simply smiled, grabbed his drink, and returned to his table.
Hot brunette. Amy?
He watched Erik come up behind Amy, move her hair, and kiss the back of her neck. She turned around, giving him a big smile, and pulled him down to meet her lips. They kissed for a long time before he sat back down beside her.
Despite the warm evening and the large number of people in the room, Sheldon suddenly felt cold.
I need to focus on data collection, he finally thought, opening the note taking function on his phone and labeling the new checklist Making Amy Happy. He began listing things Erik did over the course of the evening:
Encourage bad karaoke of Amy and Howard
Participate in questionable karaoke (note: look up Watch the Throne)
Hold Amy's hand, while on her lap (note: very close to Amy's private area)
Pull Amy onto lap, cuddling with her in public
Kiss Amy frequently
Whisper in Amy's ear, making her laugh (note: find a way to bug Amy to find out what is being said)
Profess love of Amy to complete strangers (note: no official evidence this would make Amy happy since she doesn't know; conjecture only)
Sheldon looked up from his notes, back to the table. The group had shifted around, so the four men were talking separately from the four women, all still in lively conversation. Looking back down at his data, he felt there was nothing more he could add that evening. He threw a $20 on the bar and left.
Sitting on the bus on the way home, tracing the stitched lettering of his Yankees cap, Sheldon played out the scene of Erik at the bar over and over in his mind. Sheldon waited four years to tell Amy he loved her, and even then he wasn't fully sure what that meant. He knew he was deeply attached to Amy. Yet this schmuck claimed he loved her after knowing her for what, two months? Ridiculous!
A thought occurred to Sheldon. Did Amy love Erik? Impossible. Love took time to develop, didn't it? Yet, physically, they seemed closer than he ever got with Amy. Is this the type of open affection she wanted all along?
Sheldon itched his mustache, looking forward to getting home and removing it. He needed to make further observations of the couple. And he needed to follow Glenn's advice, the same Penny echoed this week, in regaining Amy as a friend. And then he'd get her back as a girlfriend, and everything would return to normal. Erik was just some loser artist with little education.
Feeling more focused and determined than he had in weeks, Sheldon put the Yankees cap back on his head and ran over his list of notes several times, wondering how he would be able to accomplish some of these things Erik seemed to do so easily.
Authors Note: Whew, that was quite the chapter. Please let me know your thoughts. Next time, Amy and Erik get playful and Penny and Leonard get their engagement photos taken. Thanks for reading!