"Having fun yet?" Carey asks while handing her a replacement for the drink she had finished.
"Oh loads, you know if I should head up stairs nobody would be any the wiser."
"I don't believe you, it's only been five minutes I hardly consider that enough time to correctly judge this party. It won't kill you to have some fun for once. Or perhaps it might but we'll deal with that later." She shots him the bird which causes him to choke on the soda he had just put into his mouth, not used to such behavior coming from her.
"Fine I'll make you a deal Carey. If I am not having fun after the cake has been brought out I shall with your help, because a promise is a promise, will be leaving. Oh do you have any idea when the cake is being presented?" He thinks for a moment trying to recall if he had even been presented with that information.
"I think Fi and Jack had decided within the first twenty minutes, so not long." 15 minutes was considered a long time in many situations, even 15 seconds could appear as a life time in more dire events where your life is being threatened by someone or something. Without bothering with a farewell greeting Molly makes her way from the messenger. She takes note of the fact that Fiona has left Ned's side is now standing by herself, Molly decides to take advantage of the moment.
"Hi honey." She tells her youngest and is greeted by a smile and a hug.
"Happy birthday mom. Having fun?" Molly knows she can't break her spirit and excitement by reveling the truth of the question. No matter what that's considered inconsiderate and rude behavior she has taught both her off springs to avoid.
"Sure am sweetheart. I do appreciate this, I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I am glad that I did." Molly watches Fiona blush with embarrassment at the words spoken to her, unsure as what to say in response.
"Thanks mom, heck I figure I have a lot of ground to make up for being away for all these months." From the corner of her eye she spots Clu talking to the mystery girl, yet his focus seems to be locked more in there direction of the room, more so on Fiona. Molly smiles gently having seen the signs of like, love, and desire they usually run together hand in hand.
"Who's that girl with Clu?" Molly asks Fi who turns to look to see who exactly was being spoken about.
"Oh that's Monique she and Clu used to date, but learned they made better friends than more. I think she lives near Junction City so she and Clu hang out whenever they're both in their respected cities." How did I not know that, but she does? Molly wonders to herself. She was never one for gossip and rumors true or false, but still was a bit more up to date with happenings than this.
"It looks as if Clu has this sights on someone else." Fiona immedially turns red with the words, she instantly knew it was herself her mother was referring to.
"Yeah but come on mom it's Clu, it's just too weird. I think." Her voice starts to fade off with doubt while stealing glances at the center of their conversation.
"I think it's cute, but please be careful, alright sweetheart?" Molly knew healing a broken heart was a very tender and life-changing experience something she hoped either of kids no matter the reason would have to be presented with.
"Well mom it's not like we're getting married, he's barely even talked to me since I have been back. I think he feels uneasy around me, do you think that's it?"
"I know that's it, you do know you are allowed to talk to him right?" Fiona just nods and is distracted by Candy yelling her name from the other side of the room, and with that she's gone. Molly steals a glance at her watch, the same watch that Rick had bought her on this day 17 years ago a long with a necklace that Jack had broke a few months after when playing in her bureau dresser, the time told her seven more minutes until the possible cake event. Still seven minutes too long. Molly looks at the guests from all the directions around her, all having a good time, all munching away, all not caring that the birthday girl wasn't apart of any of it. Molly hates to feel sorry for herself; pity was something for the weak and attention whores. The look at me! Over here, I need you to watch me every moment or I'll die! That type of personality sickened her, and in this business it was something she was witness to a lot. John was one, but thankfully during the last few years had turned the act around. Annie was working her way towards it; the more audiences responded to her performance, she started to breath it all in, a bit too much. Molly hoped that Kevin and Lisa coming back and continuing their world travels with her would level the teen's heads out before it's late. The world has enough divas.