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Claw: Well, here's the next chap. I hope you like it.

Blondie: ONWARDS!!

Florence

I think that I should just go back to my house and miss the whole convention or party or whatever. What if Anatoly is there. Freddie and Anatoly aren't exactly two peas in a pod. More like ice cream and an oyster. Not good together. Not good at all.

Or I could stay at the party and if Anatoly is there, then we will act strictly professional.

I start my walk to the reserved room, but on my way I see a all-too-familiar dark black-brown mop of curls. I think I am going to have a heart-attack, but plopping dead wouldn't be the best greeting after a year of not seeing each other.

Anatoly turns around and sees me. "Florence?" he says "I missed you so much!" He missed me! My god, he's gorgeous. Yay. Okay, don't act like a creepy fan girl.

"Anatoly! I missed you too. So, how are you?" I ask. I think we should just keep the small talk going. Wow…I have wanted this for a whole year, and now I am blowing it big time.

Anatoly.

She just as beautiful as the last time I saw her. No, bad Anatoly. don't think about her like that. She is just another woman who happens to be …so freaking amazing, smart, beautiful, funny, loving, caring, perfect. Yeah, cause I meet women like that everyday.

Control yourself. Create Smalltalk-FUCKIT!

I wrap my arms around her and kiss her. It feels so natural, not forced like with my wife. Like she belongs with me. And she is kissing back, so that is good. Really good. I love her so much.

Freddie.

Aw. How cute is it to watch Mrs. and Mr. perfect from afar? It is gut wrenching. I begin to clap. "Bravo. Bravo. No, really, you two are just the best at cliché love moments. I really think that it would make a good sitcom." I call out.

They break apart from their lovey-dovey fest and blush. Yeah, I'm always a third wheel and the helpful reminder that the Russian bastard is married. Yep, ain't I loveable?

"So, I guess you two are playing against each other?" Florence says in high hopes of making all the uncomfortableness go away. Yeah, like I'm letting that one slide, sweetie. "I guess." I answer, then smile slyly "So, I guess you two are going to be playing with each other?" I have a gift of being able to take any words and make them sound sexual. My gift can come in use a lot.

Well, that hit home. They both look so embarrassed. I really wish I had a camera. I could even write up a story for the newspaper about their affair: part two. It would get me a lot of money, seeing as people really like the scandals.

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