The Grass is Always Greener
Chapter 2: How Erik Almost Got Strangled for Interrupting a Poker Game
Author's Note : Hey everyone! Just wanted to say that this is going to a very short fanfic, with only about 5 or 6 chaps, because I wanna get started on an Erik/ Meg romantic, fluffy fic before hell ( I mean school ) starts:) But, each chap will be very long, so it will kinda even out. Also, I'm not really posting replys to my reviews because 1) I'm feeling lazy and 2) I doon't really have that many reviews to reply to. But, here is my reply to all my much appreciated reviews: Thanks to everyone that dropped a review, hope you like this chap and hope it's funny!
Disclaimer: Me claiming to own POTO is like claiming Gerry Butler is sitting right next to me singing PONR in my ear while I'm writing this. Or is he? -purrr-
Erik left the lair, now feeling very confidant. This time tommorow, he would be one hundred francs richer. Raoul would never survive one hour as the Phantom! He confidantly strode through a few tunnel ways, until he reached Mme. Giry's apartment. He swung the door open, revealing Mme. Giry, Meg, and Carlotta deeply involved in a poker game,causing them all to turn and stare at him. Mme. Giry threw down a winning hand and said to Carlotta " Haha, four kings! Pay up, you Italian pig!" before she even noticed Erik standing there. But, she did as soon as Meg screamed instinctivly "HE'S HERE, THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA! AHHHH!", and as soon as she regained her hearing, Mme. Giry snapped "Yes, Meg, maybe because I'm the only stinkin' person in the world he pays visits to. Unfortunatly, he does it when I AM WINNING AT POKER!" she said. " And this better not be about some stupid crossword puzzle book again." Erik sighed, blowing some hair off his face, and continued "Well, excuse me for living." he said "Hey cool, poker! I haven't played a game in years! Can I join in?" he asked
"No! This is a girl's night out, which you are currently ruining!" said Meg
Erik walked over to the table, grabbed a handful of Cheetos from the bag, stuffing his mouth full, and asked "You guys have a girl's night out?"
Mme. Giry looked at him "Yes Erik, we do. Just because I'm a strict, nagging ballet instructer, Meg's a wimpy, ballet brat and Carlotta is a horrid singer who thinks she's hot stuff, it doesn't mean that'sall we do 24/7. We do have social lives and dates." she said
Erik looked around expectantly "So, where are your dates?" he asked.
Meg sighed "They blew us off for some young, pretty chorus girls that practically threw themselves at our dates. And mine called me a baby 'cause I'm still living with my mother, who's just about my best friend" Meg said, looking like she was going to cry. Madame Giry reached over, stroking her hair, and trying to sneak a peek at her cards whilesaying "It's okay, honey. Those boys were just bad. You're lovely, just the way you are. You don't need any nasty boys"
Erik was a bit freaked out by now, but he regained his composure "Okay. Hmm. Anyways, where can I get some money for a taxi?"
Carlotta turned and stared at him "What the hell does an opera ghost need a taxi for?" she asked in her barely understandable accent. "Well, not like it's any of your beeswax, but I made a bet." he said
Mme. Giry looked at him "With who, and how much did you lose? I can't keep giving you money forever Erik, you need to learn the value of a dollar (or in this case, a franc)."
Erik turned beat red " I didn't lose a bet. I just made it . And it's with the Vicomte. We bet one hundred francs on who could spend the longest amount of time in each other's lifestyles" he said proudly "And I'm going to win it" he said confidantly
"Says who?" asked Meg
Erik glared at her "Well for one, Raoul won't last one hour as the Phantom of the Opera."
Carlotta snarled and asked "Why? Because he isn't some freaky maniac that goes around dropping backgrounds on innocent, unsuspecting people. You know, I still haven't forgiven you for that. You could have permanintly damaged my lovely voice" she said
Erik pulled up a chair and sat down." You mean your horrid, screeching voice wasn't damaged before I did that? Damn. In case no one told you, your voice sounds like two cats fighting and screeching. No wait, that sounds better than your voice. Your-"
"Can we please get to the point here?" interrupted Mme. Giry impatiently, who was anxious to get back to the poker game that had been schdeuled for weeks.
"O.K." Erik said " Carlotta's hideous voice aside, three main reasons Raoul won't last a day as the Opera Ghost
1: He has no mirrors down there to admire himself in.
2: He has to cover part of his pretty boy face with a mask and
3: There are no mosturizers or concealers down there to give Raoul's face a healthy, foppish glow. Wait a minute, if there are concealers and cover ups available, why didn't a genius like me just put some on my deformity, and act like a normal man. Oh crap, I can't believe-"
"Can we get back to the point?" asked Meg
Erik scowled "Damnit, are all you women so impatient?A great story can't be rushed!"
"Erik" Mme. Giry interjected "This isn't that great of a story, so hurry up because Carlotta needs to PAY UP!" she said
Erik complyed " Bottom line: I gotta get to the Vicomte's mansion on the other side of Paris, I have no way to get there, and I am not gonna lose this bet!" he said huffily
Meg pulled a few coins out of her pocket and threw them at Erik "Here's your money! Now get your ass outta here so we can play poker!" she said
Erik looked at the coins "Hey, this ain't enough to get me across the street!" he said
Mme. Giry threw her cards down angrily, stood up, and stomped over to Erik "HERE!" she said, stuffing more coins into his hand, and took Erik's punjab lasso out of his pocket and threw it around his neck, tightening it. "Now if you wanna leave in one piece, take your stinkin' money and GET OUT!" she said, releasing him. Erik took the money and left, rubbing his bruised neck and gasping for air while thinking "Crap, I think I'm starting to rub off on that woman"