For whatever reason, Trip and Grace thought it would be a good idea to invite crazy, drunken Chloe over again, even though last time she left screaming "MELON MELON MELON" and nothing of value really happened.

"Trip, when are you going to get rid of this?" Grace asked Trip.

Knock knock.

"Oh, she's here!" Trip said excitedly. For some reason he was always happy to see Chloe.

"What?! You told me it'd be an hour from now!" For some reason Grace never has her shit together in time.

"No, she's supposed to be here now!"

"God, Trip!"

"Let me in." The girl whined, knocking the door excessively until Trip opened it.

"Chloe!" Trip said excitedly. "Hey! It's been too long!"

"Wassup, Trip, my homie?" Chloe asked, slightly slurring her words.

"Yeah, hi!" Trip replied, trying to make this night go well and hoping Chloe wasn't too intoxicated.

"No, no, here we are!" A familiar voice said, as Grace came out from the kitchen.

"Chloe!" Grace said. "Hi, how are you? I'm so happy to see you after so long!"

"Yeah, yeah, how are you doing?" Trip continued, trying to get conversation moving along.

"Hey, boo, you lookin' fine." Chloe said to Grace with a giggle. Grace blushed but brushed it off.

"Oh, Chloe, that's so nice of you to say!" Grace stated. "By the way, you look wonderful! Come on in, make yourself at home!"

"Let's get those drinks!" Chloe yelled, walking towards the bar and almost snatching the drinks for herself before Trip intervened.

"Yeah, uh, drinks…" Trip said, getting the bottles before Chloe could out of fear they'd have to rush her to the hospital for alcohol poisoning. Again. "Good news. I just loaded the bar with the real quality stuff. Only the best for my guests!"

"AWW YEAH." Chloe slurred, laughing.

"Y – yeah, yeah, time for a drink. What would you like? How about something fun, like a cosmopolitan?"

"Sure."

"Beautiful!"

"No, no, Chloe…" Grace stated, giving Trip a signal he should stay out of this. "Trip's getting a little carried away. Maybe you'd just like some juice, or a mineral water?"

"Noooo!" Chloe whined. "Cosmopolitan!"

"Alright! That's what I wanted to hear!" Trip said excitedly, clearly oblivious to Grace's signals. "It'll just take me a quick second here."

"That's Trip, always happiest when he's making fancy drinks." Grace said with an obvious fake smile and a hint of bitterness.

"Grace, I assume you want your usual; a lovely, very cold glass of Chardonnay?"

"Yes. A glass of Chardonnay would be nice." Grace replied.

"Oh, Chloe, take a look at this picture I put up from our trip to Italy a couple of weeks ago…" Trip said, walking towards the picture. He thought maybe this time Chloe would be willing to listen instead of saying it looked like "poop", then laughing about the word "poop."

On the table was Grace's glass of Chardonnay. While Grace wasn't looking, Chloe took the glass and chugged the drink. She knew Trip would only make her one drink, such a stick in the mud. So she had gotten a D.U.I. once or twice, big deal!

"Chloe, come over and sit on the couch with me." Grace said, redirecting Chloe's attention from Trip so she wouldn't try to shag him again.

"No, hold on now…" Trip replied.

"Trip, darling, your obsession with that photo is making our friend uncomfortable."

Trip sighed. "Well, this trip to Italy was meant to be our second honeymoon."

"Don't exaggerate, it was just a weekend getaway." Grace replied with a sigh. "Oh God, Chloe, I hope you didn't come here tonight to be entertained…"

"What?"

"Trip, have you noticed, we're fighting in front of our friend!"

"Why are you guys so hostile?" Chloe interrupted with a hiccup and a giggle.

Trip froze and got a weird nervous expression on his face. "Wait…you think I'm…angry? Hehe…Chloe, you're really joking around tonight, aren't you?"

Chloe sighed. No matter what she tried to give Trip and Grace advice on, they'd take it as a joke just because she was the ditzy alcoholic.

Oh well. Chloe turned around and grabbed her own drink, chugging it as well. She was going to need to get up to impossible blood alcohol levels to put up with these two.

"Ugh, you're driving me insane!" Trip suddenly snapped, making Chloe jump. "Goddamn Italy trip…you're never satisfied with anything, Grace!"

"Chloe, can you believe this?" Grace asked Chloe, clearly wanting her to pick a side. However, Chloe knew that if she did pick a side, things were going to get even uglier.

"Goddamn second honeymoon…" Grace continued. "Trip, our whole marriage, you're so…controlling!"

"Alright, you know what..." Trip started, turning to Chloe. "Chloe, I'm going to ask you something…"

"Trip…"

"Grace, let me ask our guest a question. If one person in a marriage gives the other person advice, and that advice is taken – years later, can you be blamed for that?"

"Um, yeah?" Chloe said, not entirely aware of what the question was; now shaking the white wine bottle trying to get it open.

"What?!" Trip shouted in disbelief.

"Alcohol!"

"Chloe, does it look like I want to fix you a drink right now?!"

"YES."

And while Trip was lecturing her, she took his drink too. What? What problem? She didn't have a problem. They were the ones with the problem!

"Ugh, I keep trying to help you, Grace, but you cut me off!" Trip started yelling, going into the kitchen. "You cut me out of your life! God damn it!"

"Yeah, just get away from me!" Grace snapped at Trip as he was running away. "Oh, God!"

With that, Chloe felt it was a fine opportunity to try to hug Grace, giving her a light slap on the buttocks in the process. Just her way of comforting.

"No, wait, please…" Grace started, before being interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Grace, what the hell are you saying about me in there?"

"I wasn't talking about you! Chloe, we're not normally like this…"

"Yeah, we just need more alcohol." Chloe replied with a giggle.

"Chloe, from what you said before about marriage…I think that tells us something about Trip."

"Oh, so we're talking about me now!" Trip loudly announced, reentering the room.

"What?"

"Grace, even though you're a creative director at work, you're not an artist!"

"Maybe she should draw you naked." Chloe joked. "It'd be a good way to bond."

"Hey, quit the flirting!" Trip snapped, having enough of Chloe for one night.

"I'M NOT FLIRTING."

"Okay, stop, I can't do this anymore, goddammit!" Grace shouted. "Chloe, I know what you're hinting at; about me, about art…do you two want to hear the honest truth, huh?"

"Whatever." Chloe replied.

"Trip?"

"Yes." Trip stated.

"Chloe, I've actually been paying close attention to what you've been saying tonight." Chloe stated. "You've been pushing me tonight. And it makes me wonder, are you really my friend or not?"

"Grace!"

"Chloe, come on, yes or no, do you really think that…"

By this point Chloe had gone completely deaf. She could barely feel her face from all the alcohol she chugged, and Grace was going over the same old, same old.

"Is all of that arguing intended to mean something? I just want a yes or a no." Grace said at the last piece of her long rant, which was all Chloe managed to hear.

"Yeah." Chloe replied.

"Okay."

Grace suddenly gestured towards her painting on the wall. "I painted this."

"Bullshit." Trip snapped back at her.

"I am an artist, Trip. Fuck you!"

"OHHHHHHHHHHH." Chloe shouted. "YOU GOT OWNED, TRIP."

Trip just ignored Chloe and kept his focus on Grace. "You've been secretly painting?"

"Every time you go on a goddamn business trip, I paint! So don't give me any more of your 'you could never be an artist' crap!"

Trip sighed. "I'm going to give you the truth too, Grace."

He took a deep breath. "Grace…I've been having an affair."

"Oh, shit." Chloe said loudly. She actually didn't see that one coming.

"Oh my god." Grace said in disbelief.

Wait a second, Chloe had seen that one coming!

"With the client." Trip continued.

"Maria…"

Previously in chapter 1:

"Hey, no, don't…uh, try to accuse me of doing anything with Maria…Grace, don't even think of that…" Trip said in fragments nervously. "Our friend has just gone too far this time."

"You lying shit!" Chloe shouted. "I asked you about Maria!"

"It's over now, though." Trip continued, still ignoring Chloe. "And I really, really regret it."

"Oh my God…" Grace said, still in disbelief. "Chloe, I…this changes everything…"

"Yes, it does change everything." Trip said, turning his body in the opposite direction. "I think it's over."

"Trip, what…"

"No! It's over, Grace, can't you see that?"

With the official confirmation it was over, Chloe jumped in and forced her lips on Trip, who seemed briefly entranced but quickly snapped himself out of it.

"And no, Chloe, hold on…" Trip continued.

"Yes, and like I said…" Grace said. "I am an artist, but you can't see that…"

"Wanna do it in the backroom?" Chloe propositioned to Trip.

"Trip, no, I…we…" Grace continued stammering.

"Trip, are we gonna do it or not?" Chloe continued whining. "I'm wearing new lingerie!"

Trip ignored them both and opened the front door.

"Trip!" Chloe shouted as Trip exited.

"Well, um, screw you, I'm leaving too." Chloe said, going for the door. "Thanks for the liquor!"

With that, the fates of Chloe and Trip were left unknown. Actually, Chloe just went and got drunk at a random bar, and Trip became a melon salesman in Taiwan. Don't ask.

A/N: And that's the end. What do you guys think? Should I do more Façade stories? R&R is requested, as always.