Celwriter: Hey, me again. Did really, really, really, really, really, stupid thing over weekend. Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, loser, loser, loser. Idiot, Idiot, Idiot. If Ricky's reading, I am so, so, so, so, so, so, so, sorry. For those who don't know, these few words:
Confused Mary
She called
No clue
Me apologized
No chance with really cool guy who lives half a block away from my friend Maddy.
I am such a loser.
Mary: Yeah, and it's mostly your fault if you had just clarified before you let me get at the phone book nothing bad would have happened.
Me: Sure, and he would still think that I'm an idiot. Oh, well, I could always become a nun.
Mary: Yeah, the psycho nun who cusses out the guys who don't show up for a date with her friends.
Me: I said one sentence. The loser 'forgot' so before he could personally apologize I told the b to "buy some post-its you f son of a b" and he hung up. What a loser.
Anywho, back to the story:
Ricky, not based off of the Ricky just noted (he's Philip), has just gone off with a slut for lack of the wish to be more offensive.
Chapter 24
Cel knew that she had to find Ricky. She had to apologize and the Pearl was about to leave on the quest. She searched all over Tortuga, but to no avail. The other crew members were no help either, they all gave different fictitious accounts. Cel finally decided that she would go to the only place no one had told her he was, a bar called the "Irish Slut." Very appropriate for what the going ons were, to put it lightly.
Cel entered and saw a few of her and Ricky's friends standing outside the door of one of the rooms.
"Is Ricky in there, Chris?" she asked the tallest of the group.
"Why should I tell?" he asked back, guiltily. He made a few knocks on the door and Cel heard scrambling. She grabbed Chris' hair and pulled him down so she could look him in the eye.
"Is he in there Chris?" she repeated with more force, pulling his hair tightly. He nodded.
Cel pushed the man aside. He gave way slowly with a few words.
"I wouldn't go in there if I were you." Cel paused, horrid thoughts traveling through her head. He wouldn't, would he?
Cel shoved the door open.
Celwriter: lovely chappie, isn't it. Bet you can guess what she finds. Stupid, stupid Ricky, even more stupid than me, if that's possible. Good thing that Cel has some one to lean on, or does she?