A/N: Wooo! Chapter Three! I'm glad to see people are enjoying this story, so thanks for your support! Here ya go!
The next day at work, Sylvester was sitting in the Studio lounge with Bugs, discussing the cat's dating options.
"Wat about dat little numba from accountin'?" Bugs asked Sylvester.
Sylvester looked at him like he was crazy and said, "The one with ridiculously huge breasts? Come on Bugs, I'm like any other guy out there but I couldn't go one day without laughing or being tempted to poke them and see if they explode."
Bugs chuckled and stretched his feet out on the coffee table in front of them. "Gina in sound effects?" He asked.
"Married."
"Jenna who runs da editing crew?"
"Plastic."
"Susan from wardrobe?"
"Into girls."
"Really..." Bugs mused, eyebrows rising in surprise. Sylvester leaned back into the couch, covering his face with his hands.
"This whole thing is killing me Bugs. It's like I was created to stay single for the rest of my life." He moaned.
Bugs smirked and patted Sylvester on the back, "Don't give up Doc. Dere's still Daffy's little get ta getta tonight." The bunny reminded him and exited the room.
Sylvester groaned at the thought of that. Every year, Daffy would hold these parties, usually to celebrate his own success in obtaining a major role, and everyone was invited. EVERYone. It would hardly qualify as a "little" get together. Practically anyone Daffy ever knew would be there. He's lucky to have a large enough place to fit everyone. Sylvester only attended because he considered Daffy a friend. He wasn't much for the whole drunken party scene. But he was also told by Bugs and almost everyone else he knew that he needed to get out more.
Sighing, Sylvester toyed with the strings on the end of his hoodie, thinking, "Maybe it won't be as bad this year. Maybe I'll even meet someone."
He looked at his watch, seeing that lunch was over. Getting up, the toon made his way down to the lobby where he saw Wile E checking for any call times at the front desk. Just a few feet away from him, Sylvester saw a small grey coyote sitting in a chair, reading a science book. "Calamity?" Sylvester called to him.
The coyote looked up surprised and quickly darted out of his seat and hid behind Wile E's legs. The older coyote looked down startled and then chuckled. "Still the shy guy huh?" Sylvester asked coming over to the pair.
"Indeed. I just don't understand it. He won't say a word to anyone, not even me. He also seems to have trouble socializing with his peers." Wile E sighed.
"Give him time. I'm sure when he's ready, he'll be proclaiming himself a genius more than you." Sylvester reassured. Wile E smiled down at his son who peered past his leg to look at Sylvester. Sylvester gave him a wink and Calamity ducked behind his father again. The two toons shared a laugh, Sylvester asking, "I don't suppose you'll be attending Daffy's party tonight?"
Wile E shook his head, "No, The promise of drunken hooligans and loose women don't quite appeal to me. Besides, I'm taking Calamity to the Imax to see a movie on the predatory habits of sharks. He's been dying to see it."
A sign popped out from Wile E's legs that read, "Darn Right!"
Again the two laughed.
"Well, enjoy yourselves. I'll see you Monday Wile."
"You too Sylvester. Bring me some cocktail weenies from Daffy's." Wile E said, picking up his son and walking out the door. Calamity looked past his shoulder and waved goodbye to Sylvester. He smiled and waved back.
"There you are!" Came a voice from behind him. Turning around, Sylvester saw Daffy walking toward him, dressed in an outrageous fashion. He donned a big fur jacket and a plum colored suit underneath. To top it all off, there was a big white cowboy hat with a feather in it that rested on his head.
"Can I help you Pimp Daddy Duck?" Sylvester teased.
"Oh Ha Ha, very funny wiseth guy. You justh can't sthee sthtyle in all ith's glory." the mallard stated. "Anywayth's, I justh thought I would remind you of my sthuper party tonight. It'll be wild! Never ending drinkths and gorgeousth babeths! All thanks to another great episthode sthtarring mysthelf." Daffy said quite proudly.
Sylvester rolled his eyes, "Yes I will be there Daffy." He said in a tired voice.
"Exthellent. Sthee you there." Daffy beamed and walked into the elevator.
"But there's no way in hell I'm gonna wear anything like that." Sylvester thought.
Later that night, Sylvester was getting ready for the big party. He checked himself in the mirror. He wore a pair of black jeans with a dark blue button up shirt that he left untucked, unbuttoned near the top and the sleeves rolled up. He was looking rather good. He headed downstairs and put on his leather jacket but not before saying goodbye to Sam. Tom and him were sitting on a couch watching a movie. Sylvester hugged and kissed his son then was about to thank Tom but he cut him off saying, "Ya I know. Don't worry about it. Just have a good time and meet someone."
Sylvester chuckled and headed out the door. Twenty minutes later he arrived at Daffy's place. He had to park down the street as there was too many cars near Daffy's large house.
Sylvester walked up the steps to the door where he could hear music and people hooting and hollering. It grew even louder when Daffy opened the door with a lamp shade on his head. "Sylvesthter! Buddy old pal! Come on in!" The duck shouted and practically yanked him off his feet and into the house.
To say the place was crowded was an understatement. Toons galore were overflowing through the hallways, kitchen, living room, pool room, bedrooms and even the bathrooms. Sylvester felt a slight headache approaching as the increasingly loud music began to leak into his skull.
"I'm gonna go grab a drink!" He yelled over the music to Daffy who was to busy greeting some of his lady friends to notice. Pushing his way past toons, he wandered over to the kitchen. He had to wait for a conga line to pass, led by Fog Horn Leghorn.
"I say-I say-This way folks! The pool awaits us!"
After they passed, Sylvester squeezed his way into the kitchen and eventually to the fridge. Opening it, all he could see was different assortments of booze. Pushing things around, he managed to find a soda. Sylvester wasn't a big fan of liquor. He has seen too many promising careers end due to it's addictive nature.
After once more trudging through a swamp of toons, he made it to the living room where most of the dancing took place. There was some space on a nearby couch where Sylvester decided to park himself. CCR's "Bad Moon Rising" was blasting from the speakers, a song that thankfully was on of Sylvester's favorite's.
He searched the crowd, looking for Bugs or even Daffy but to no avail. Leaning his head back, he let out a sigh, mute over the roaring music and crowd.
"What am I doing here? I don't belong at a place like this. I'd rather be at home watching Blue's Clue's with Sam." He thought.
His thoughts were interrupted when he felt the seat beside him shift. He looked beside him to face a young and sexy vixen smiling. "Hey there." She said, a slight gleam in her eye.
"Uhhh...hi?" Sylvester replied a little surprised. The vixen edged closer to him, whispering, "I'm a little drunk so I'll get to the point. I find you really -hic- sexy. So how bout we go upstairs and play." She then moved her hand down his thigh and squeezed rather hard.
Sylvester nearly dropped his soda and bolted straight up to his feet. "That's uh, a really nice offer but I'm..." He began, thinking of an excuse. A good one.
"I'm a priest and have devoted my life to celibacy."
"Bravo Sylvester. Bravo." His mind snapped at him. But it did seem to do the trick. The vixen muttered a "whatever" and left to find her next victim. Sylvester massaged his temples in frustration and decided that he needed some air.
Once more he tried to part the Red Sea of toons finding it more and more difficult. Finally he made his way to the balcony, closing the door behind him, shutting out most of the noise.
"Loud in there huh?" Came a sweet female voice with a slight bit of a French accent.
Sylvester turned around and saw Penelope leaning against the balcony railing. His jaw nearly dropped to the floor. She was wearing a long black dress that hugged every curve, making her look absolutely ravishing.
"...Yes. Loud. Bad." He mumbled. "Your acting like a jackass! Stop it!" His mind screamed.
Penelope giggled at his choice of words. Sylvester himself let out an embarrassed snicker.
"So..." He said, not really knowing what to say. Truth is, He never really knew Penelope that well outside of work. She was an extremely nice person and clearly was very attractive. That much he knew from playing her husband in Carrotblanca. It's been rumored that she is in a relationship with Pepe Le Pew and as far as Sylvester knew, it was true due to the incident yesterday. But that was about it.
"So?" Penelope questioned, a small smirk on her furry face.
"How about this weather? Good God, did I just say that?" He wondered out loud. Penelope let out a small laugh, finding Sylvester to be quite amusing. Sylvester even laughed as well. He felt rather...upbeat around Penelope. Which was odd as he didn't know her all that well.
"Well then get to know her genius."
"You know Penelope, we don't know each other that well outside of work. I don't even know how you got into Looney Tunes." He said.
"There's not much to tell really. I was nineteen when I left Paris for America. I pretty much circulated through independent films until I auditioned for Warner Bros. Since I was French and had black and white fur, they thought I would be perfect to play the love interest of...you know." Penelope finished quite bitterly.
"I saw you two the other day. I was gonna see if you were alright but you stormed off. If...you don't mind, may I ask what happened?" Sylvester queried.
"No I don't. Not anymore. Everyone already knows we were seeing each other. But now it's over. Pepe's been complaining that I don't give him enough space and that he's a free spirited lover that other women might need." The feline spat, her hands gripping the railing with anger. "I cared for him so much. I gave him everything to show it and he through's it back at me when he's done." Her voice quivered.
Sylvester, fearing she might get more upset, put his hand over her own to ease the shaking. She looked up at him, her eyes a little glassy and he gave her a warm smile.
"Then he's a fool. To give up somebody as good looking and caring as you is just ridiculous." He assured her. Penelope felt her anger wash away and a slight flush upon her cheeks.
"Thank you Sylvester. I appreciate that." She said. The two stared at each other for a minute until they realized their hands were still touching. Quickly they pulled away from each other, laughing nervously.
"What about you?" She asked. "How did you get into the business?"
"I just kind of fell into it. Wile E and I were friends before we started into cartoons and he was the one who introduced me to Warner Bros. when he started to work there. I did a couple of shows and they seemed interested in me. It's pretty much history after that. Though I can't say getting anvils dropped on me for a living is too glorious but I have a lot of fun anyways." Sylvester told her.
"That's not quite the dress that I would think someone would wear to one of Daffy's parties." Sylvester commented, changing the subject and looking the slit on the side of her dress that showed off some of her slender leg. Penelope chuckled,
"To be honest, I've never been to any of Daffy's parties. I thought that maybe it was more of a formal thing." She explained. Sylvester snorted a laugh, "Daffy's parties formal? The closet thing to this ever being formal is if Daffy keeps his beak shut for the whole night."
Penelope laughed again, feeling very comfortable around Sylvester. The toon looked at his watch seeing that time really does fly. It was already 1:30am.
"Geez, where does time go these days. I got to go but..." He paused. Penelope looked at him with interest. "But?"
"Ask her! Do it now! She's gorgeous, sweet and most important of all SINGLE!"
"You...wouldn't want to go... have lunch some time?" He asked rather nervous. Penelope gave him a wide smile saying, "I would love to."
The two then made a time and date and went on their separate ways. On his way back to his car, you could see Sylvester doing cartwheels.
A/N: Hope you liked that chapter, I know I did. Makes you wonder what I'm planning for their lunch date huh? I hope I did Daffy's dialogue right Chapter 4 coming up!