Lyla had gotten off the couch and had nearly finished getting dressed when Tim came back from the bathroom. He sat back down on the couch. "Where're you going?" he asked.
"Are you kidding me?"
Tim sighed. "C'mon Lyla. Stop overreacting."
"Stop overreacting? I don't even know what it is that I am supposed to be reacting to. Do you want to explain to me what the hell is going on here?" Tim remained silent. "Did you two sleep together?"
"I was missing you, Lyla. It just happened. We were drunk."
"Oh… you were drunk. Then that changes everything," she screamed angrily. Calming down, Lyla continued, "When are you going to learn that you're still responsible for your actions while you're intoxicated." She opened the door and before exiting had one more thing for Riggins to consider. "And Tim, think about this, you work so hard to win me back. You destroy my relationship. You basically stalk me, and then, when you've almost won me over, you go and sleep with someone else. You're really an idiot, Tim. I do not understand you!' She slammed the door behind her.
"Great, I'm 0 for 2 today," he crudely stated to himself.
"What was I thinking?" Julie asked Tyra.
"I don't know. But if it makes you feel better, it's not just you. It's Riggins' spell. He makes himself look so sensitive, so deep, but really he's just well… Riggins."
"Exactly," Julie agreed.
"He acts like such a rebel, such a daredevil and his sense of mystery sucks us in and then…"
"This," Julie said reaching for the box of Kleenex referring to her state. "Well that's it. I'm done. No more bad boys for me."
"My philosophy exactly," Tyra said, "That's why I found myself Landry. Julie laughed. "Really," Tyra insisted. "In a 50 yard dash, Riggins might beat him. But in the marathon, Landry will win every time."
"Aww…" Julie said. "I wish I had a Landry."
"You did," Tyra reminded her.
"I know," Julie replied quietly. "I miss him."
"Thanks, sir," Jason said as Mr. Garrity handed him his paycheck. Mr. Garrity nodded politely and Jason got into his car and drove home. He sat in the driveway for a moment just staring at his paycheck, worrying if it would be enough.
"Hey Jay," Herc greeted him. "What's up?"
"Not much," he replied grabbing a soda from the fridge.
"Some guys and I are going out tonight. The rugby guys and I thought it would be fun to go out to dinner, have a night on the town, you know?"
"Sounds great, but I'm a little tight on cash. I thought I'd probably just eat in tonight."
"Alright, it won't be the same without the QB though."
"Another time," Jason said.
"Sure," he nodded. "You know what you could do to get some more dough."
"Thanks, Herc. But I'm not interested in any of your moneymaking schemes and I don't have any desire to sell my organs."
"Nah, I'm serious man. My friend's girl, she got pregnant and the guy he had this great idea of throwing her a baby shower. He invited everyone he knew and they got loads of baby stuff."
Jason gave his idea a little thought. "You know, that idea's not half bad."
"I told you. I know what I'm talking about here." Jason laughed. "Well, most of the time," Herc added.
"C'mon Julie. Let's get out of the house," Tyra persuaded.
"I'm still in the wallowing phase," she objected. "Let's order some pizza, instead."
Tyra got up from the couch and reached for Julie's hand. "Let me tell you something. Riggins is not a guy worth wallowing over. The soon you get from wallowing to angry rage, the better." Julie took a deep breath and got off the couch. "So what do you want to do?" Tyra asked. Julie shrugged her shoulders tiresomely. "We could go find a party," Tyra suggested. "Will that make you feel better?"
"I'm done with parties," Julie said adamantly. "Let's go find something boring to do, like a movie, or bowling, or the library. I was so much happier when I was just a dork that went to the library."
"Whoa, whoa," Tyra objected. "Let's not go too far."
Julie laughed. "I mean it though," she insisted.
"Then to the library," Tyra said rolling her eyes, having trouble forcing the words out of her mouth."