A teensy-weensy vignette showing Fender and IQ's relationship.
"I'm just sayin'," Fender sighed, taking a quick sip of his milkshake. His best friend was seated next to him at their usual booth at Shaky's, pretending to listen to Fender's lady troubles. In all actuality, IQ was trying to finish the last chapter of Moby Dick. He tried not to notice as one of the waitresses, Bertha, nonchalantly walked past their table for the thirtieth time that night. IQ couldn't help but detect that she might possibly be interested in Fender. That is, if the fact that she kept practically shoving her cleavage in his face was any inclination.
"Y'know, Brenda thinks I haven't changed a bit," Fender took a bite of his burger. "That I'm still a ladies man."
"Uh, you kind of are," IQ shrugged his shoulders, turning a page. He was skimming through the book as he spoke. "I mean, just last night you took Noreen and Doreen to the drive-in theater. In different cars."
"I like to multi-task."
"Fender, you were going on two dates at once," IQ said incredulously. "Without the other girl knowing. And you don't think you're a jerk?"
"Whoa, aren't you supposed to be my best friend?" Fender joked, pulling on sleeves. "And besides, I can't help it if the ladies want some of the Fender Bender."
IQ recoiled. "Ugh."
"You don't like it?" Fender's eyebrows furrowed. "I was trying to go for very subtle sexual innuendo. But is it too subtle?"
"Do girls actually fall for that line?"
Fender shrugged. "Wouldn't you?"
IQ gave him a blank stare. "I'm not even going to dignify that with a response."
"Psh, you know you love it," Fender stretched his arms out, resting his hands on the back of his head. "The Fender Bender: breaking hearts, one babe at a time."
IQ smirked. "Sometimes even two at a time."
"That was a one time occurrence, IQ," Fender said quickly, looking a little guilty. "It's not like I'm ever going to try it again. For awhile."
IQ rolled his eyes. "Why do I even hang out with you?"
"Could it be my charming personality and my stunning good looks?"
"I think it was because I was out sick when everyone picked their friends, and I got stuck with you."
"That's a very distinct possibility," Fender grinned. Bertha walked by their table once again to rearrange the napkins, as well as to give Fender a good look at her new bra.