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Relax, I have it all figured out

"Clara?" Megan called through the unusually quite house. "You here-"

Clarissa came out of no where and clamped her hand over Megan's mouth. "Shh! I finally got him asleep!"

"Oh." Clarissa removed her hand slowly. "You seem to be better," Megan said, looking at her friend.

She nodded and led Megan into the living room.

"So where is he?" Meg asked, darting her eyes around the room. "And what happened to your kitchen?"

"He's upstairs, and I know it's a mess. He did it." She dropped down onto the sofa. "I gotta go shopping tomorrow."

"Ooo so where upstairs is he?" Megan gasped suddenly. "You aren't letting that filhty pirate sleep in your bed are you? He hasn't bathed since God knows when."

"Well what else am I to do? There aren't any other beds."

"So you keep him on the couch," she suggested. "Or keep him at my place. I wouldn't mind the slightest bit..."

"No way. He was sent here, so he's gotta stay here." She looked at the old piece of furniture she was sitting on. "And there's no way I could put him on this piece of shit, pirate or not."

Megan shrugged. "Hey, at least I'm not sleeping in that bed tonight." She stood up and went to the kitchen. "So what do you have that isn't broken, half eaten or rotten?" she said, opening the fridge and peeking in.,"

"Probably nothing. He tore everything apart," Clarissa said, joining Meg in the kitchen. She whipped a spill up from the floor.

"I'll just pick something up on my way home," she said, shutting the door and helping her straighten up.

"Did you see the new dancer yet? What's she like?"

"Yeah I saw her." Megan mimicked the way the girl danced. "And she's not that good. She's really ugly, and she pretty fat."

Clarissa laughed. "So did my shift change or is it still the same?"

"Nope it's the same. Yours is the only one that didn't change actually. And from what I heard, he hired a bunch of new girls."

"Jack asked about about my job today," Clarissa said distractedly, and Megan stopped and looked at her.

"And? What did you tell him?"

"I told him I wasn't feeling so well to be talking about that," she replied pathetically, and Meg gasped.

"What!? A guy asks you about your life as a dancer for a strip club and you don't say anything? What kind of girl are you!" she shouted.

"Keep it down!" Clarissa hissed. "You think I should have said more?"

"Um hell yeah! He wants to start a relationship. I mean he should, he is stuck here with you..."

"But what about Will?"

"Girl, he ain't into you no more. Your lucky he still comes to the club to watch you strip. You gotta drop him like a bad habit."

"Meg, any guy would do that, regardless of a relationship or not-"

"My point is, Clarissa, is that you have a chance to get away from all the arguments with Will and go to a much more handsome man. Sure he may be a little filthy, but come on you gotta admit that he is pretty hott under all that dirt."

"Yeah, I guess," Clara said, picking up a broken bottle. "I just don't know about it."

"Listen, you going to work tomorrow?" Megan asked.

"Nope. I gotta go shopping," she answered.

"Alright then take Jack with you," she said, and Clarissa snorted.

"Take Jack with me!? Yeah right, look what he did to my kitchen. How am I supposed to trust him in the store?"

"Bring him shopping with you. It'll be some time to bond. And then the next night you go to work, bring him to the club with you. Let him have a good time."

"But there will be other guys there, and I won't have a chance to pay attention to him."

"Relax, I have it all figured out. Let the guy have some fun. I'm sure he's never seen a stripper like you before."

"You seem so certain that it'll work out Meg," Clarissa said, finishing up in the kitchen and walking Megan to the door.

"Oh I am. Will needs to go, and Jack is the perfect replacement." She grabbed her keys. "I'll see you later."

"Bye Megan."

Megan left, and Clarissa closed the door and headed upstairs. She heard Jack snoring from the bedroom, and on her tip toes she crept into the room. He was right where she left him, sleeping peacefully in the bed. It was late, and she was tired, so as quietly as she could, she slipped into the other side of the bed, getting as far from him as possible and tried to fall asleep. The sweet smell of rum met with her nose, and she couldn't help but roll over to face him. It was quite strong, and Clarissa was drawn closer. The intoxicating smell filled her head, and she didn't even remember when she fell asleep.