Kay is reading a magazine in her apartment and she has two tissues stuck up her nose in an attempt to stop the bleeding. As she hears Miguel enter, she quickly hides her face behind the magazine and removes the tissues.
"Hi!"
"Hey. Kay, I-I-I've been wanting to tell you something for a while now and I really. I just have to get it out."
"Okay, what's up?" Kay asks.
"Okay, you know how you told me I should do whatever it takes to fix my marriage?" Miguel asks.
"Yeah, I told you to give Charity whatever she wants."
"And while that was good advice, you should know that what-what she wants..."Miguel starts.
"Yeah?"
"...Is for me not to see you anymore." He continues.
"That's crazy! You can't do that! What are you going to tell her?" Kay pauses and realizes something, "Oh God. Ohh, you already agreed to this, haven't you?"
"It's awful, I know, I mean, I feel terrible, but I have to do this if I want my marriage to work. And I do, I have to make this marriage work. I have too, or else mamma would be so disappointed in me. But the good thing is we can still see each other until Charity gets here."
"Ohh! Lucky me! Oh my God! That is good news, Miguel! I think that is the best news I've hears since Le Poo died!" Kay says sarcastically.
"You have no idea what a ngihtmare this has been. This is so hard." Miguel says.
"Oh yeah, really? Is it Miguel? Yeah? Okay, well let me make this just a little bit easier for you." Kay says as she goes to the door.
"What are you doing?"
"Storming out!"
"Kay, this is your apartment."
"Yeah, well that's how mad I am!!" Kay says storming out and slamming the door leaving Miguel depressed.
~*~
Reese is returning from his disastrous weekend.
Reese throws his bag down and sits on one of the leather chairs, but he sits on something and picks it up and thows it away, "Damn Rollos!"
"Hey, you're back!" Noah says coming out of his bedroom and seeing that Reese has come back from his 'conference' early.
"Hey."
"How was your conference?" Noah asks.
"It was terrible. I fought with," Reese pauses, "My colleagues the entire time. Are you kidding with this?" He throws away another Rollo.
"Oh, so your weekend was a total bust?"
"Uh, no, I got to see Donald Trump waiting for an elevator."
Jessica enters, "Hi!"
"Hey, you're back too!" Noah says.
"Yeah. Umm, Reese can I talk to you outside for a second?"
"Hey, how was your chef thing?" Noah asks.
"Oh, it was awful." Jessica looks at Reese, "I guess some people just don't appreciate really good food."
"Well, maybe it was the kind of food that tasted good at first, but then made everybody vomit and have diarrhea." Reese says.
"Reese!" Jessica motions for him to come outside.
"Jessica." Reese follows her out.
In the hall...
"Okay, I'd like to know how much the room was because I'd like to pay my half." Jessica says.
"Okay, fine, $300."
"300 dollars?!" Jessica asks surprised.
"Yeah, just think of it as $25 per room!"
"Urghh!!"
Noah sticks his head out the door, "What are you guys woofing about?"
"Reese stole a twenty from my purse!" Jessica comes up with an excuse.
"Nooooo!!! You know what? Now that I think abut it, I constantly find myself without twenties and you always have lots!"Noah complains.
~*~
"Hi!"
"Hey. Kay, I-I-I've been wanting to tell you something for a while now and I really. I just have to get it out."
"Okay, what's up?" Kay asks.
"Okay, you know how you told me I should do whatever it takes to fix my marriage?" Miguel asks.
"Yeah, I told you to give Charity whatever she wants."
"And while that was good advice, you should know that what-what she wants..."Miguel starts.
"Yeah?"
"...Is for me not to see you anymore." He continues.
"That's crazy! You can't do that! What are you going to tell her?" Kay pauses and realizes something, "Oh God. Ohh, you already agreed to this, haven't you?"
"It's awful, I know, I mean, I feel terrible, but I have to do this if I want my marriage to work. And I do, I have to make this marriage work. I have too, or else mamma would be so disappointed in me. But the good thing is we can still see each other until Charity gets here."
"Ohh! Lucky me! Oh my God! That is good news, Miguel! I think that is the best news I've hears since Le Poo died!" Kay says sarcastically.
"You have no idea what a ngihtmare this has been. This is so hard." Miguel says.
"Oh yeah, really? Is it Miguel? Yeah? Okay, well let me make this just a little bit easier for you." Kay says as she goes to the door.
"What are you doing?"
"Storming out!"
"Kay, this is your apartment."
"Yeah, well that's how mad I am!!" Kay says storming out and slamming the door leaving Miguel depressed.
~*~
Reese is returning from his disastrous weekend.
Reese throws his bag down and sits on one of the leather chairs, but he sits on something and picks it up and thows it away, "Damn Rollos!"
"Hey, you're back!" Noah says coming out of his bedroom and seeing that Reese has come back from his 'conference' early.
"Hey."
"How was your conference?" Noah asks.
"It was terrible. I fought with," Reese pauses, "My colleagues the entire time. Are you kidding with this?" He throws away another Rollo.
"Oh, so your weekend was a total bust?"
"Uh, no, I got to see Donald Trump waiting for an elevator."
Jessica enters, "Hi!"
"Hey, you're back too!" Noah says.
"Yeah. Umm, Reese can I talk to you outside for a second?"
"Hey, how was your chef thing?" Noah asks.
"Oh, it was awful." Jessica looks at Reese, "I guess some people just don't appreciate really good food."
"Well, maybe it was the kind of food that tasted good at first, but then made everybody vomit and have diarrhea." Reese says.
"Reese!" Jessica motions for him to come outside.
"Jessica." Reese follows her out.
In the hall...
"Okay, I'd like to know how much the room was because I'd like to pay my half." Jessica says.
"Okay, fine, $300."
"300 dollars?!" Jessica asks surprised.
"Yeah, just think of it as $25 per room!"
"Urghh!!"
Noah sticks his head out the door, "What are you guys woofing about?"
"Reese stole a twenty from my purse!" Jessica comes up with an excuse.
"Nooooo!!! You know what? Now that I think abut it, I constantly find myself without twenties and you always have lots!"Noah complains.
~*~