Accidental Engagement: Chapter 2 Lying Through His Teeth
By SpelCastrMax
DISCLAIMER (to the tune of "Camptown Races"):
Jonathan, Evelyn, and Rick
Do Da Do Da
3 cool characters, take your pick
Oh Da Do Da Day
Oh these characters are not mine
Do Da Do Da
I can't think of the next line
Oh Da Do Da Day
I hope you all enjoy my tale
Do Da Do Da
Stephen Sommers, don't throw me in jail
Oh Da Do Da Day
Please don't sue me
I have no money
I also do not own this tune
Just trying to be funny
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you all so much for your feedback. Reviews are greatly appreciated. Heck, I'll even look forward to flames. I won't necessarily enjoy or like them, but I like knowing people's opinion. Thanks again.
Rick O'Connell awoke the next morning hoping yesterday had been a dream. He kept wishing that when he stepped out of his hotel room he would find Evy smiling at him. However, after he dressed and knocked on Evelyn's door the fact that there was no answer brought everything back.
He remembered the whole aftermath of his lie. There was William Hallow the third drunk off his ass congratulating Evy while she tried to kick him out of the room. He also kept saying, "I can't believe that's you!" Apparently, the sight of Evelyn Carnahan in black dress with her hair down just added to his shock. Finally, Rick picked up the man and tossed him out. O'Connell hoped that was the end of it, but he still had to deal with his angry girlfriend.
He saw her standing with a deep frown and shrugged his shoulders. "What?"
"Rick, since when are we engaged?" she demanded to know.
"I was just trying to shut up that..."
"I can handle Willie. But now you have to explain to everyone the truth when they all come here tomorrow. And trust me, they will come. He will tell everyone he meets." It was about then that she slammed the door.
Rick went down into the lobby where Eliza Hallow was excitedly talking to Evy. "I insist on throwing you an engagement party! I won't take no from an old friend like you."
Coming up behind his girlfriend, Rick asked with a fake smile, "What's going on, honey?"
Evy flashed him a wicked grin. "Well...Darling, Eliza was just planning a party for us. Seems her brother told her our little secret."
He opened his mouth to comment, but Eliza cut him off. "I will see you both Friday night in my house promptly at eight. Until then..."
O'Connell thought about trying argue right then, but he wasn't sure what kind of gossip this woman would start based on his words. "See you then," Rick replied as she walked away.
Evy looked up at him with confusion, only he waited to talk until Eliza was out of hearing distance. "It would probably be better to tell everyone in person, right," he explained, "But you could have made it all just go away if you had told her. Then we could have been out of this mess by now."
Shaking her head and continuing to smirk at him, Evy asked, "We? I wasn't the one who lied in the first place."
"I did it for good reason..." He was about to tell her the details of the conversation he had interrupted last night, yet stopped himself. It wasn't important for Evy to know what Willie Hallow thought of her. "So, why exactly is Eliza throwing a party for you if you two were in competition?"
"Probably because she wants to show off her house. Not to mention that it's tradition. There was a group of us girls and when the first of us was engaged Eliza threw the party," Evy informed him. As she spoke she headed for the doors leading outside. "We better go. We can't be late."
Rick followed her. "Does she throw good parties?"
"How should I know? I escaped to Egypt at the time."
The two walked into the crowded London streets, hailing a cab to take them to the British Museum. Jonathan met them there. He wore the clothes he'd had on the day before and appeared to be suffering from a hangover. It was then that Rick realized that he had left Jonathan in the bar the previous night. Obviously, the man hadn't noticed.
Tucking in his shirt, Evy's brother yawned, "So, what story are we telling these scholars. That you resurrected a mummy who almost destroyed the world and tried to make you his sacrifice. Add in all the details about how if I hadn't saved the day...with your help O'Connell, of course, we'd never be able to tell them about the great archeological find you're presenting to them."
Rick set a firm hand on Jonathan's shoulder. "If you want to tell them that, be my guest. I'm sure we'll come to visit you after they have you locked up in the loony pen."
Evelyn agreed, "Maybe it would be better if you just lied. You're both very good at that." Rick rolled his eyes as her comment. "I think we should simply say we stumbled across Hamunaptra and managed to make our discoveries before an accident caused the city to...fall down. Sound good?" The two men nodded.
The sketchy details the trio gave to the Bembridge Scholars were enough and had them out the meeting by sunset. They headed back to the hotel, Jonathan still grumbling about a massive headache.
O'Connell started through the lobby, busy trying to decide on the best word choice for telling all of Evy's childhood "friends" that she had started hanging out with a lousy American who enjoyed lying to unsuspecting people in bars. He was brought out of his thoughts when the man behind the registry counter called to him.
"Mr. Rick O'Connell, you have a visitor," the manager said.
Now things were really confusing. Who would be calling on Rick? He didn't know anyone in London. "Hello?"
"Mr. O'Connell?" an English woman's voice excitedly squealed. She stood up from one of the chairs. She was slightly overweight and rosy cheeked, a very pleasant and cheerful person. "My name is Mrs. Cordelia Porter. I'm an old friend of Evelyn's. Eliza told me about how your engagement and I was just curious to find out about you."
"Oh," was all Rick managed to say. He knew this was the perfect opportunity to tell the truth. He could explain it all to Mrs. Porter and end it. He could simply say there had been a misunderstanding. Willie must have heard him wrong and Evy thought Eliza was planning a homecoming party. There would be some embarrassed blushing on the part of Evy's friends and Willie would probably be ridiculed for getting the information wrong in the first place. It was that easy. Yet, all Rick said was, "Nice to meet you."
They made some polite and boring conversation, Cordelia asking all the customary questions a woman would ask upon a friend's engagement. It wasn't until the words "How did you two meet" that Rick was thrown off guard.
"How did we meet?" He didn't want to tell the complete truth on that one. It was too complicated anyway. However, he had really done enough lying for one day. "Let's just say she saved my life."
The grown woman's face softened and she let out a long "Oooh! That's so romantic."
"If you say so. But that isn't how I remember it," Rick muttered, then excused himself. "I want to say goodnight to Evy before she ends up stuck in a book and falls asleep."
"Perfectly understandable. It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. O'Connell, and I'm looking forward to seeing you on Friday," Mrs. Porter said with a wide grin.
Rick helped her call a cab, then dragged his feet upstairs. The more he realized that he had just dug himself into a deeper hole, the slower he walked. "Damn it. This just keeps getting better."
He passed Jonathan in the hallway. "What's the matter with you?" he questioned, still groggy from his partying the night before.
Rick looked the man directly in the eyes and said, "Oh nothing. I was just wondering where the plagues of Egypt are when you really need them."
By SpelCastrMax
DISCLAIMER (to the tune of "Camptown Races"):
Jonathan, Evelyn, and Rick
Do Da Do Da
3 cool characters, take your pick
Oh Da Do Da Day
Oh these characters are not mine
Do Da Do Da
I can't think of the next line
Oh Da Do Da Day
I hope you all enjoy my tale
Do Da Do Da
Stephen Sommers, don't throw me in jail
Oh Da Do Da Day
Please don't sue me
I have no money
I also do not own this tune
Just trying to be funny
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you all so much for your feedback. Reviews are greatly appreciated. Heck, I'll even look forward to flames. I won't necessarily enjoy or like them, but I like knowing people's opinion. Thanks again.
Rick O'Connell awoke the next morning hoping yesterday had been a dream. He kept wishing that when he stepped out of his hotel room he would find Evy smiling at him. However, after he dressed and knocked on Evelyn's door the fact that there was no answer brought everything back.
He remembered the whole aftermath of his lie. There was William Hallow the third drunk off his ass congratulating Evy while she tried to kick him out of the room. He also kept saying, "I can't believe that's you!" Apparently, the sight of Evelyn Carnahan in black dress with her hair down just added to his shock. Finally, Rick picked up the man and tossed him out. O'Connell hoped that was the end of it, but he still had to deal with his angry girlfriend.
He saw her standing with a deep frown and shrugged his shoulders. "What?"
"Rick, since when are we engaged?" she demanded to know.
"I was just trying to shut up that..."
"I can handle Willie. But now you have to explain to everyone the truth when they all come here tomorrow. And trust me, they will come. He will tell everyone he meets." It was about then that she slammed the door.
Rick went down into the lobby where Eliza Hallow was excitedly talking to Evy. "I insist on throwing you an engagement party! I won't take no from an old friend like you."
Coming up behind his girlfriend, Rick asked with a fake smile, "What's going on, honey?"
Evy flashed him a wicked grin. "Well...Darling, Eliza was just planning a party for us. Seems her brother told her our little secret."
He opened his mouth to comment, but Eliza cut him off. "I will see you both Friday night in my house promptly at eight. Until then..."
O'Connell thought about trying argue right then, but he wasn't sure what kind of gossip this woman would start based on his words. "See you then," Rick replied as she walked away.
Evy looked up at him with confusion, only he waited to talk until Eliza was out of hearing distance. "It would probably be better to tell everyone in person, right," he explained, "But you could have made it all just go away if you had told her. Then we could have been out of this mess by now."
Shaking her head and continuing to smirk at him, Evy asked, "We? I wasn't the one who lied in the first place."
"I did it for good reason..." He was about to tell her the details of the conversation he had interrupted last night, yet stopped himself. It wasn't important for Evy to know what Willie Hallow thought of her. "So, why exactly is Eliza throwing a party for you if you two were in competition?"
"Probably because she wants to show off her house. Not to mention that it's tradition. There was a group of us girls and when the first of us was engaged Eliza threw the party," Evy informed him. As she spoke she headed for the doors leading outside. "We better go. We can't be late."
Rick followed her. "Does she throw good parties?"
"How should I know? I escaped to Egypt at the time."
The two walked into the crowded London streets, hailing a cab to take them to the British Museum. Jonathan met them there. He wore the clothes he'd had on the day before and appeared to be suffering from a hangover. It was then that Rick realized that he had left Jonathan in the bar the previous night. Obviously, the man hadn't noticed.
Tucking in his shirt, Evy's brother yawned, "So, what story are we telling these scholars. That you resurrected a mummy who almost destroyed the world and tried to make you his sacrifice. Add in all the details about how if I hadn't saved the day...with your help O'Connell, of course, we'd never be able to tell them about the great archeological find you're presenting to them."
Rick set a firm hand on Jonathan's shoulder. "If you want to tell them that, be my guest. I'm sure we'll come to visit you after they have you locked up in the loony pen."
Evelyn agreed, "Maybe it would be better if you just lied. You're both very good at that." Rick rolled his eyes as her comment. "I think we should simply say we stumbled across Hamunaptra and managed to make our discoveries before an accident caused the city to...fall down. Sound good?" The two men nodded.
The sketchy details the trio gave to the Bembridge Scholars were enough and had them out the meeting by sunset. They headed back to the hotel, Jonathan still grumbling about a massive headache.
O'Connell started through the lobby, busy trying to decide on the best word choice for telling all of Evy's childhood "friends" that she had started hanging out with a lousy American who enjoyed lying to unsuspecting people in bars. He was brought out of his thoughts when the man behind the registry counter called to him.
"Mr. Rick O'Connell, you have a visitor," the manager said.
Now things were really confusing. Who would be calling on Rick? He didn't know anyone in London. "Hello?"
"Mr. O'Connell?" an English woman's voice excitedly squealed. She stood up from one of the chairs. She was slightly overweight and rosy cheeked, a very pleasant and cheerful person. "My name is Mrs. Cordelia Porter. I'm an old friend of Evelyn's. Eliza told me about how your engagement and I was just curious to find out about you."
"Oh," was all Rick managed to say. He knew this was the perfect opportunity to tell the truth. He could explain it all to Mrs. Porter and end it. He could simply say there had been a misunderstanding. Willie must have heard him wrong and Evy thought Eliza was planning a homecoming party. There would be some embarrassed blushing on the part of Evy's friends and Willie would probably be ridiculed for getting the information wrong in the first place. It was that easy. Yet, all Rick said was, "Nice to meet you."
They made some polite and boring conversation, Cordelia asking all the customary questions a woman would ask upon a friend's engagement. It wasn't until the words "How did you two meet" that Rick was thrown off guard.
"How did we meet?" He didn't want to tell the complete truth on that one. It was too complicated anyway. However, he had really done enough lying for one day. "Let's just say she saved my life."
The grown woman's face softened and she let out a long "Oooh! That's so romantic."
"If you say so. But that isn't how I remember it," Rick muttered, then excused himself. "I want to say goodnight to Evy before she ends up stuck in a book and falls asleep."
"Perfectly understandable. It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. O'Connell, and I'm looking forward to seeing you on Friday," Mrs. Porter said with a wide grin.
Rick helped her call a cab, then dragged his feet upstairs. The more he realized that he had just dug himself into a deeper hole, the slower he walked. "Damn it. This just keeps getting better."
He passed Jonathan in the hallway. "What's the matter with you?" he questioned, still groggy from his partying the night before.
Rick looked the man directly in the eyes and said, "Oh nothing. I was just wondering where the plagues of Egypt are when you really need them."