Chapter Five
Karen arrived at nine and for once in her life she was actually tired at this time. She never was sleepy at night but for some reason she was tonight. She walked into her bedroom and smiled slightly when she saw Rosario had laid our her nightgown on the bed. "Rosie," she said softly, not thinking anyone was in the room with her. "I'm not leaving," a rough voice replied, coming out of the closet. Karen turned around to see Rosario and Jack. "What are you two doing here?" she asked as Jack wrapped an arm around the older woman. "Even though Rosario and I are not married anymore, we still talk and today I came to talk to her about staying here," he answered. "Miss Karen, I was never going to leave. This is my home," she said, extending out her arms. Karen gladly hugged her and then sighed. "Where's my scotch?" she asked, holding her head up high. "Why don't you make it yourself, you drunken witch," Rosario answered, leaving the room. Karen smiled a big smile as she looked at her best friend. "Aww, thanks Jackie. Thanks for talking to her," she said, planting a big kiss on his mouth. "It's fine," he replied, as she took the nightgown off the bed. "I'm so tired," she complained, tossing the gown on the floor and plopping herself down on the bed. "Rough day?" he asked laying down next to her. She sighed as she turned herself onto her back. "Yeah. This whole Carter/Rosie thing has been stressing me out and now Grace wants to design Carter's office!" she exclaimed, as Jack nuzzled his face in her breasts. "Calm down," he whispered, his breath hot again her chest. It sent shivers down her spine. *If only he wasn't gay* she thought in her head. "Wait what am I thinking!" she exclaimed out loud. Jack lifted his head up confused. "Huh?" he asked, as she shook her head. "Nothing," she answered, bringing her hand to the back of his neck and pushing his face back to her breasts.
The next morning Karen found herself looking up at the white ceiling. The whole night she had been thinking about Carter and Grace. "It's not fair," she muttered. "What isn't fair?" Jack asked groggily, as she sighed. "I don't want Grace to design Carter's office," she answered. "Tell her that," he said, resting his head in her hair. "I have told her. Ugh, damn Carter, damn her to hell!" Karen exclaimed, as the bedroom door opened. "Miss Karen, Grace is here to see you," Rosario informed her as Grace walked in. "What do you want?" Karen asked bitterly. "Please don't be mad at me. I'm sorry," Grace apologized, as Jack rolled his eyes. "You're a bad friend," he said. "Shut up, like you're a good friend?" Grace shot back rudely. "Knock if off," Karen hissed, shutting them both up. "I'm sorry Grace, but I don't want to talk to you right now," she said, looking away from the red-haired woman. "Okay, I understand. But I want you to know that this thing with Carter is just a job. You are my friend and nothing can change that," Grace said truthfully, as she waited for a response. After none was given, she slowly and sadly walked out of the room.
::Carter and Associates ::
An hour later Grace entered the building and rode the elevator upstairs. Once again she walked into the office and found Carter drinking a roman coke. "Grace, what a pleasant surprise," Carter said, as she motioned her to sit. "Hi, sorry to bother you," Grace replied. "No no, it's fine. Honestly," Carter said, as Grace sighed. "I'm having a big problem. I really want to design this office, but Karen doesn't want me to. Is there any way you two could actually get along?" she asked as Carter laughed. "Maybe one day," she answered simply as she twirled her glass and watched the ice clash against the sides. "Then I'm sorry, but unless you two stop fighting, I can't do your office," Grace said, standing up. Carter stood up as well and shrugged. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that. This could have been something good," she replied extending her hand. Grace shook it and walked to the door. "Thanks for everything," she said, as Carter nodded. "No problem," she replied, as Grace walked out the big glass doors.
::Will and Grace's Apartment::
Will entered the apartment and wasn't the least bit surprised to see Jack fishing through the food cabinets. "Hey Jack," he greeted, tossing his briefcase on the couch. "Hey Willie Boy, why aren't you at the office?" Jack asked, grabbing a carton of crackers. "Decided to eat an early lunch," Will answered, extending his hand out so Jack could pour some crackers in his hand.
::Grace Adler Designs::
Grace walked in and stopped suddenly when she saw Karen sitting at her desk. "Are you still mad at me?" she asked, as Karen looked up. "No honey, not anymore," she answered, filing her nails. "I quit my designing job for Carter," Grace said, walking to her own desk. "Why?" Karen asked. "Because you didn't want me to design her office," Grace answered, reminding the brown-haired woman. "Oh well its fine. I don't mind anymore if you work for her," Karen said, as Grace's mouth dropped open. "What!" she shrieked. "I don't mind anymore," Karen repeated, blowing her nails. "Karen! You tell me that now! I already told her I can't do it anymore!" Grace exclaimed, extremely irritated. "Sorry honey," Karen said, not even paying much attention to what her friend was saying. "Oh crap, I need to get that job back," Grace said, running out of the office.
Karen arrived at nine and for once in her life she was actually tired at this time. She never was sleepy at night but for some reason she was tonight. She walked into her bedroom and smiled slightly when she saw Rosario had laid our her nightgown on the bed. "Rosie," she said softly, not thinking anyone was in the room with her. "I'm not leaving," a rough voice replied, coming out of the closet. Karen turned around to see Rosario and Jack. "What are you two doing here?" she asked as Jack wrapped an arm around the older woman. "Even though Rosario and I are not married anymore, we still talk and today I came to talk to her about staying here," he answered. "Miss Karen, I was never going to leave. This is my home," she said, extending out her arms. Karen gladly hugged her and then sighed. "Where's my scotch?" she asked, holding her head up high. "Why don't you make it yourself, you drunken witch," Rosario answered, leaving the room. Karen smiled a big smile as she looked at her best friend. "Aww, thanks Jackie. Thanks for talking to her," she said, planting a big kiss on his mouth. "It's fine," he replied, as she took the nightgown off the bed. "I'm so tired," she complained, tossing the gown on the floor and plopping herself down on the bed. "Rough day?" he asked laying down next to her. She sighed as she turned herself onto her back. "Yeah. This whole Carter/Rosie thing has been stressing me out and now Grace wants to design Carter's office!" she exclaimed, as Jack nuzzled his face in her breasts. "Calm down," he whispered, his breath hot again her chest. It sent shivers down her spine. *If only he wasn't gay* she thought in her head. "Wait what am I thinking!" she exclaimed out loud. Jack lifted his head up confused. "Huh?" he asked, as she shook her head. "Nothing," she answered, bringing her hand to the back of his neck and pushing his face back to her breasts.
The next morning Karen found herself looking up at the white ceiling. The whole night she had been thinking about Carter and Grace. "It's not fair," she muttered. "What isn't fair?" Jack asked groggily, as she sighed. "I don't want Grace to design Carter's office," she answered. "Tell her that," he said, resting his head in her hair. "I have told her. Ugh, damn Carter, damn her to hell!" Karen exclaimed, as the bedroom door opened. "Miss Karen, Grace is here to see you," Rosario informed her as Grace walked in. "What do you want?" Karen asked bitterly. "Please don't be mad at me. I'm sorry," Grace apologized, as Jack rolled his eyes. "You're a bad friend," he said. "Shut up, like you're a good friend?" Grace shot back rudely. "Knock if off," Karen hissed, shutting them both up. "I'm sorry Grace, but I don't want to talk to you right now," she said, looking away from the red-haired woman. "Okay, I understand. But I want you to know that this thing with Carter is just a job. You are my friend and nothing can change that," Grace said truthfully, as she waited for a response. After none was given, she slowly and sadly walked out of the room.
::Carter and Associates ::
An hour later Grace entered the building and rode the elevator upstairs. Once again she walked into the office and found Carter drinking a roman coke. "Grace, what a pleasant surprise," Carter said, as she motioned her to sit. "Hi, sorry to bother you," Grace replied. "No no, it's fine. Honestly," Carter said, as Grace sighed. "I'm having a big problem. I really want to design this office, but Karen doesn't want me to. Is there any way you two could actually get along?" she asked as Carter laughed. "Maybe one day," she answered simply as she twirled her glass and watched the ice clash against the sides. "Then I'm sorry, but unless you two stop fighting, I can't do your office," Grace said, standing up. Carter stood up as well and shrugged. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that. This could have been something good," she replied extending her hand. Grace shook it and walked to the door. "Thanks for everything," she said, as Carter nodded. "No problem," she replied, as Grace walked out the big glass doors.
::Will and Grace's Apartment::
Will entered the apartment and wasn't the least bit surprised to see Jack fishing through the food cabinets. "Hey Jack," he greeted, tossing his briefcase on the couch. "Hey Willie Boy, why aren't you at the office?" Jack asked, grabbing a carton of crackers. "Decided to eat an early lunch," Will answered, extending his hand out so Jack could pour some crackers in his hand.
::Grace Adler Designs::
Grace walked in and stopped suddenly when she saw Karen sitting at her desk. "Are you still mad at me?" she asked, as Karen looked up. "No honey, not anymore," she answered, filing her nails. "I quit my designing job for Carter," Grace said, walking to her own desk. "Why?" Karen asked. "Because you didn't want me to design her office," Grace answered, reminding the brown-haired woman. "Oh well its fine. I don't mind anymore if you work for her," Karen said, as Grace's mouth dropped open. "What!" she shrieked. "I don't mind anymore," Karen repeated, blowing her nails. "Karen! You tell me that now! I already told her I can't do it anymore!" Grace exclaimed, extremely irritated. "Sorry honey," Karen said, not even paying much attention to what her friend was saying. "Oh crap, I need to get that job back," Grace said, running out of the office.