Jennifer stood in front of the mirror in her closet, she had on a simple
black dress and looked as good as she could with twenty minutes to pull
herself together. Fagan had insisted last mintue she come to a dinner
party with him. Pulling on a pair of heels she walked out to the kitchen
where Jack was waiting expectingly for her. She opened a can of cat food
and spooned it into his bowl. She had spent her time getting ready
thinking up excuses not to go with Fagan, all she wanted to do was spend a
night at home drinking wine and watching bad sitcoms on TV.
"Ya ready lassie,"asked Fagan casually walking into the apartment.
"This good enough?"asked Jennifer letting him look her over.
"Good enough, neh like ya like ya outshin the sex machine that's meh,"said Fagan smirking. Jennifer rolled her eyes and grabbed her jacket and purse.
"Smile Jenny, we'll find ya a new mate to humpeh pumpeh with,"said Fagan as she locked her door behind them.
"I was thinking about maybe calling Harry,"said Jennifer quietly as they walked to the elevator.
"Ya sure hun, ya met this bloke in a shady bar in a shady part of town,"said Fagan,"Ya neh know what's he like."
"He seemed nice,"said Jennifer as they got in the elevator.
"I'm sure Willie Picketon seemed like a decent bloke before he killed all them lassies,"said Fagan.
"They were hookers, and that's a complete different situation,"said Jennifer.
"Neh, his neighbours dinna suspect him of a bloody thing, now he's on the block as the worst killer in North America,"said Fagan.
"Fine, then he's not even from country,"said Jennifer,"Anyways can we talk about anything else? Who's throwing this party? Do I know them?"
"Neh, it's a meh boss, go mingle with the clients chat em' up, get slogged and hopefully get snogged,"said Fagan. Jennifer once again rolled her eyes, Fagan now worked for an advertisment agency, his boss mainly kept him on because even though Fagan didn't have his lisense to practice law he could still give his boss free advice and from what she had heard his boss needed all the advice he could get.
They got out of the elevator and walked through the lobby of there building outside to where their cab was waiting for them. The driver smiled at them with that 'what a perfect couple smile' as Fagan helpped her into the back. It humored Jennifer of how many people thought her and Fagan were a romantic couple, in someways she could see how they figured that. They weren't the typical gay man straight girl couple, or atleast not like the ones on TV, they would quarll well shopping and Fagan couldn't stand Jennifer giving her opinion on his clothes when he was shopping and he would get on her about spending money on stuff she didn't need.
****
Fagan and Jennifer stood next together each with a wine glass in hand, 'oh why did I not think of an excuse not to come?' thought Jennifer, it was dull, it was beyond dull, it was to the point that she'd rather go to a bar with Fagan where she knew not one single guy would even bother with her simply because she didn't have the right equitment for them.
"Fagan, I want you to come meet one of the representatives from our new client,"said Brad Burcoff, Fagan's boss. Fagan nodded and took Jennifer's arm, leading her behind Brad. Reluctantly Jennifer followed him and looked pleasant and interested in the events around her. Her falsely plastered smiled was almost killing her, she was sure by now she'd be use to events such as these her firm threw them whenever they could find an excuse to and with all the ones Matt had dragged her too.
"Ashley, this is Fagan MacGregor part of our finest team we have,"said Brad as the three of them stood in front of one of those "made-for-TV couples", "Fagan, Ashley Moore, head consultant from Procter and Gamble's cosmetic departments." Fagan shook hands with the petite blond.
"And this is Jennifer Ballard,"said Brad,"A close friend of Fagan's."
"Meadows,"corrected Jennifer,"Not Ballard."
"Oh yes,"said Brad quickly nodding.
"Well you all chat, I've just got to go check on some stuff,"said Brad quickly before making his exit. Fagan looked over his shoulder as he left giving the back of Brad's head a death stare.
"Kevin Riley," Jennifer shook hands with Ashley's companion. Fagan quickly nodded and shook his hand as well.
"Proctor and Gamble huh? Fagan ya never told you represented them,"said Jennifer.
"It's a fairly new deal,"said Ashley,"What field of work are you in? Advertisement as well?"
"No, in Fagan's words I'm an overpriced spouse, bitch and screw for a few hundred dollars an hour,"said Jennifer smiling,"I'm a lawyer." Ashley and Kevin laughed slightly at her joke.
"Well Fagan, we should get together sometime and discuss advertising ideas, I would love to hear what your team is coming up with,"said Ashley.
"Oh yes, wee little bunnies with thick seperated masacra and long lasting lipstick all over their white little fur,"said Fagan,"Nothing else would truly say, correct me now, easy breazy beautiful Covergirl." Fagan then nodded his goodbye and walked away leaving Ashely slightly stunned and Jennifer with an interested look on her face.
"What was that?"asked Kevin.
"Proctor and Gamble promotes and is active in animal testing,"explained Jennifer,"Fagan is a strong supporter in animal rights. But having said that I'll wish you both a good night and leave." Jennifer then turned and walked in the direction Fagan previously had. She found him by the bar with a pint.
"Jenny let's go,"said Fagan,"It's bloody bullshit, I canna stand these people."
"Can't say I do much either, but it's work Fag,"said Jennifer,"We'll stick out another forty five minutes then we'll leave, we'll go grab drinks somewhere."
"Forty five bloody minutes?"asked Fagan as he took another drink. Jennifer smiled and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
"Fag, at this moment in time I'm the only one allowed in the pity party,"said Jennifer.
"Misereh loves companeh hon,"said Fagan.
"This is a one girl party,"said Jennifer,"No, boys allowed, no matter how gay they are."
"Fine, yar a flippin' bird at times ya know,"said Fagan. Jennifer rolled her eyes and ordered a martini from the bartender.
*******
"Ya know who I think that is,"said Kevin to his girlfriend Ashley.
"Who? That ignorant man?"asked Ashley.
"No the woman,"said Kevin,"I think that's the one I told you Harry slept with."
"The crazy one who's married?"asked Ashley.
"Yeah, I think her name is Jennifer Meadows,"said Kevin,"I'd have to confirm with Harry."
"Then why is she here with Fagan?"asked Ashley.
"Maybe she moves on fast, three guys in one week,"said Kevin,"I'm sure that's a record even to a call girl's records."
"Hey Brad,"said Ashley quietly as she grabbed his arm as he was passing,"Jennifer Meadows, are her and Fagan a couple?" Brad looked over at the bar where Jennifer and Fagan were giving the room their signature bored glares. He looked over at Ashley and Kevin and sputtered out a laugh.
"Jenn and Fagan?"asked Brad like they were joking,"No I wouldn't think so, Fagan lives up to his name as it was given to him and in ironic aspects."
"What?"asked Kevin confused.
"He's an all right bastard just as Dicken's wrote his namesake and he's a fag,"said Brad,"Jennifer's no more than his fag hag."
"Then what about her marrying some guy?"asked Kevin.
"Oh you've heard about that,"said Brad perking up,"I don't know the whole story, mainly what my secratary tells me. Apparently she married Matthew Ballard, some bigwig in the district's attorney's office then left him at the reception without a word of explaination, then the next morning she walked into her job and gave a letter of resignation and drew up papers for an annullment."
"Yeah I skimmed the article in the paper,"nodded Ashley,"Do you know why she left her husband?"
"Haven't a clue, Fagan just gave death stares if anyone mentioned it and I personally don't know her all that well,"shrugged Brad,"In my opinion she's up to something, you know lawyers they've always got a hidden agenda. Why so much interest?"
"Just curious,"said Kevin,"Recognized her from the paper." Brad nodded and left them.
"Ya know her story adds up for Harry but I don't trust her women just don't do stuff like that unless like Brad said, they have a hidden agenda,"said Ashley,"Does Harry know what she did?"
"Oh yeah, that's how I knew,"said Kevin nodding.
"What does he think of it?"asked Ashley.
"I really don't know he seemed, almost disturbed by it,"said Kevin,"I think it didn't help his mood much."
"Well I'd let him know about her, you never know what she could pull,"said Ashley.
"Ya ready lassie,"asked Fagan casually walking into the apartment.
"This good enough?"asked Jennifer letting him look her over.
"Good enough, neh like ya like ya outshin the sex machine that's meh,"said Fagan smirking. Jennifer rolled her eyes and grabbed her jacket and purse.
"Smile Jenny, we'll find ya a new mate to humpeh pumpeh with,"said Fagan as she locked her door behind them.
"I was thinking about maybe calling Harry,"said Jennifer quietly as they walked to the elevator.
"Ya sure hun, ya met this bloke in a shady bar in a shady part of town,"said Fagan,"Ya neh know what's he like."
"He seemed nice,"said Jennifer as they got in the elevator.
"I'm sure Willie Picketon seemed like a decent bloke before he killed all them lassies,"said Fagan.
"They were hookers, and that's a complete different situation,"said Jennifer.
"Neh, his neighbours dinna suspect him of a bloody thing, now he's on the block as the worst killer in North America,"said Fagan.
"Fine, then he's not even from country,"said Jennifer,"Anyways can we talk about anything else? Who's throwing this party? Do I know them?"
"Neh, it's a meh boss, go mingle with the clients chat em' up, get slogged and hopefully get snogged,"said Fagan. Jennifer once again rolled her eyes, Fagan now worked for an advertisment agency, his boss mainly kept him on because even though Fagan didn't have his lisense to practice law he could still give his boss free advice and from what she had heard his boss needed all the advice he could get.
They got out of the elevator and walked through the lobby of there building outside to where their cab was waiting for them. The driver smiled at them with that 'what a perfect couple smile' as Fagan helpped her into the back. It humored Jennifer of how many people thought her and Fagan were a romantic couple, in someways she could see how they figured that. They weren't the typical gay man straight girl couple, or atleast not like the ones on TV, they would quarll well shopping and Fagan couldn't stand Jennifer giving her opinion on his clothes when he was shopping and he would get on her about spending money on stuff she didn't need.
****
Fagan and Jennifer stood next together each with a wine glass in hand, 'oh why did I not think of an excuse not to come?' thought Jennifer, it was dull, it was beyond dull, it was to the point that she'd rather go to a bar with Fagan where she knew not one single guy would even bother with her simply because she didn't have the right equitment for them.
"Fagan, I want you to come meet one of the representatives from our new client,"said Brad Burcoff, Fagan's boss. Fagan nodded and took Jennifer's arm, leading her behind Brad. Reluctantly Jennifer followed him and looked pleasant and interested in the events around her. Her falsely plastered smiled was almost killing her, she was sure by now she'd be use to events such as these her firm threw them whenever they could find an excuse to and with all the ones Matt had dragged her too.
"Ashley, this is Fagan MacGregor part of our finest team we have,"said Brad as the three of them stood in front of one of those "made-for-TV couples", "Fagan, Ashley Moore, head consultant from Procter and Gamble's cosmetic departments." Fagan shook hands with the petite blond.
"And this is Jennifer Ballard,"said Brad,"A close friend of Fagan's."
"Meadows,"corrected Jennifer,"Not Ballard."
"Oh yes,"said Brad quickly nodding.
"Well you all chat, I've just got to go check on some stuff,"said Brad quickly before making his exit. Fagan looked over his shoulder as he left giving the back of Brad's head a death stare.
"Kevin Riley," Jennifer shook hands with Ashley's companion. Fagan quickly nodded and shook his hand as well.
"Proctor and Gamble huh? Fagan ya never told you represented them,"said Jennifer.
"It's a fairly new deal,"said Ashley,"What field of work are you in? Advertisement as well?"
"No, in Fagan's words I'm an overpriced spouse, bitch and screw for a few hundred dollars an hour,"said Jennifer smiling,"I'm a lawyer." Ashley and Kevin laughed slightly at her joke.
"Well Fagan, we should get together sometime and discuss advertising ideas, I would love to hear what your team is coming up with,"said Ashley.
"Oh yes, wee little bunnies with thick seperated masacra and long lasting lipstick all over their white little fur,"said Fagan,"Nothing else would truly say, correct me now, easy breazy beautiful Covergirl." Fagan then nodded his goodbye and walked away leaving Ashely slightly stunned and Jennifer with an interested look on her face.
"What was that?"asked Kevin.
"Proctor and Gamble promotes and is active in animal testing,"explained Jennifer,"Fagan is a strong supporter in animal rights. But having said that I'll wish you both a good night and leave." Jennifer then turned and walked in the direction Fagan previously had. She found him by the bar with a pint.
"Jenny let's go,"said Fagan,"It's bloody bullshit, I canna stand these people."
"Can't say I do much either, but it's work Fag,"said Jennifer,"We'll stick out another forty five minutes then we'll leave, we'll go grab drinks somewhere."
"Forty five bloody minutes?"asked Fagan as he took another drink. Jennifer smiled and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
"Fag, at this moment in time I'm the only one allowed in the pity party,"said Jennifer.
"Misereh loves companeh hon,"said Fagan.
"This is a one girl party,"said Jennifer,"No, boys allowed, no matter how gay they are."
"Fine, yar a flippin' bird at times ya know,"said Fagan. Jennifer rolled her eyes and ordered a martini from the bartender.
*******
"Ya know who I think that is,"said Kevin to his girlfriend Ashley.
"Who? That ignorant man?"asked Ashley.
"No the woman,"said Kevin,"I think that's the one I told you Harry slept with."
"The crazy one who's married?"asked Ashley.
"Yeah, I think her name is Jennifer Meadows,"said Kevin,"I'd have to confirm with Harry."
"Then why is she here with Fagan?"asked Ashley.
"Maybe she moves on fast, three guys in one week,"said Kevin,"I'm sure that's a record even to a call girl's records."
"Hey Brad,"said Ashley quietly as she grabbed his arm as he was passing,"Jennifer Meadows, are her and Fagan a couple?" Brad looked over at the bar where Jennifer and Fagan were giving the room their signature bored glares. He looked over at Ashley and Kevin and sputtered out a laugh.
"Jenn and Fagan?"asked Brad like they were joking,"No I wouldn't think so, Fagan lives up to his name as it was given to him and in ironic aspects."
"What?"asked Kevin confused.
"He's an all right bastard just as Dicken's wrote his namesake and he's a fag,"said Brad,"Jennifer's no more than his fag hag."
"Then what about her marrying some guy?"asked Kevin.
"Oh you've heard about that,"said Brad perking up,"I don't know the whole story, mainly what my secratary tells me. Apparently she married Matthew Ballard, some bigwig in the district's attorney's office then left him at the reception without a word of explaination, then the next morning she walked into her job and gave a letter of resignation and drew up papers for an annullment."
"Yeah I skimmed the article in the paper,"nodded Ashley,"Do you know why she left her husband?"
"Haven't a clue, Fagan just gave death stares if anyone mentioned it and I personally don't know her all that well,"shrugged Brad,"In my opinion she's up to something, you know lawyers they've always got a hidden agenda. Why so much interest?"
"Just curious,"said Kevin,"Recognized her from the paper." Brad nodded and left them.
"Ya know her story adds up for Harry but I don't trust her women just don't do stuff like that unless like Brad said, they have a hidden agenda,"said Ashley,"Does Harry know what she did?"
"Oh yeah, that's how I knew,"said Kevin nodding.
"What does he think of it?"asked Ashley.
"I really don't know he seemed, almost disturbed by it,"said Kevin,"I think it didn't help his mood much."
"Well I'd let him know about her, you never know what she could pull,"said Ashley.