"I'm sorry, you want me to what?" Becky asked, tilting her head, not sure she had heard Lynne correctly.
"You heard me. That's your dare."
"But I can't do that! His boxers!" Becky whispered strainingly.
"You're getting married to Mr. Anal in a week. This is your last chance to be your crazy horny self." Lynne pointed out, licking the edge of her salted glass.
"He's not-" Becky objected. Lynne held up a hand.
"Anal, yes he is. I bet missionary is all that stuffed shirt knows. Which is kind of depressing considering how utterly anal he is."
"Lynne, that's-"
"Disgusting? Inappropriate, yes. But utterly true."
"You’re supposed to be my friend," Becky protested trying to shut out her words.
"Exactly, which is why I'm hoping you'll snap out of this ridiculous idea that you have to marry Jack just because you got knocked up."
"We both have to take responsibility for what happened."
"He got you drunk out of your gourd cause he knew you'd never look at him twice any other way," Lynne reminded her. Becky shot up in her seat ready to stalk out of the hotel bar. She stopped and turned back, Lynne held up the hotel room key she had charmed the security guard into giving her and Becky snatched it out of her hand.
"I heard Nick has one with smiley faces on them. Try to get those."
"If I get arrested for this, You’re going down with me, I promise," Becky vowed, stomping towards the elevator.
Becky smiled sweetly at the security guard. Trying to stop her knees from shaking, she found her voice. "Is Nick back yet?" she asked.
"Nope, you want to give me a message for him?" he asked blocking the door. Becky swallowed hard and held up the room key.
"Thanks but I'll wait inside." He smiled at her and let her by. She let out the breath she'd been holding and leaned against the door once she was inside. She resisted the urge to let out a whistle. Penthouse suite indeed. Nicely done Mr. Carter.
"Okay if I were your smiley face boxers, where would I be?" Becky whispered looking around the room. She pulled open the drawer on the night table. Condoms. Of course and some stationary. She pulled out the flowery paper to read the writing scrawled on it.
'There once was a man from El Paso Who's was known for passing lot's of Gas-O' this was crossed out. She read the next few lines and snickered.
'There once was a man from Kentucky. Who never managed to get lucky He flew to Korea bid his girlfriend, see ya and found lots of women to fucky fucky.'
Underneath this was a drawing of what Becky could only guess was Nick's interpretation of a Korean girl with enormous boobs. She fought the urge to stick the notepad in her purse. Who was she to deprive Nick of the paper he needed for genius creations like these? She could always just tell Lynne. Putting the notepad back she pulled open the other drawer. Empty.
"Oh who am I kidding?" she rolled her eyes and opened the bathroom door. There were the boxers, in all their smiley face glory, on the floor. "Boys will be boys." Becky thought with a giggle.
Hearing voices outside the suite's door, Becky froze. She recognized Nick's voice. He sounded tired. She heard a woman's voice, raised in what sounded like annoyance. Quickly she closed the bathroom door. Oh God, please don't let them either of them have to pee. Becky thought leaning against the door. Nick and the woman entered the room.
"I just don't feel the same about you anymore Angie. I thought maybe we could work. I liked hanging out with you but I wanna take things slow. You push too much." Nick explained wearily. Becky bit her lip. This was Angie what's her face! She pressed her ear to the door, ignoring her guilt at eavesdropping.
"Come on Nicky-"
Ooooh, Becky cringed, bad move Angie. She could almost hear Nick straighten his spine.
"You know I hate 'Nicky'," he reminded her.
"You honestly telling me you ain't interested?" Angie said and Becky fought the urge to crack open the door to be able to watch.
"Not anymore. I don't like pushy people. It's a turn off." he explained.
"Right, that's why your dick's getting all nice and hard," she purred rubbing herself up against him.
"I gotta pee." Nick shot back. Oh no! Becky's mind screamed. Hold it in Carter! Hold it in!
"I get it. You're gay right?" Angie said stepping back.
"What?" Nick asked choking back a laugh. Whoa, think that much of yourself huh Angie? Becky wondered silently.
"You're a fag. That's why you're turning me down."
"I'm not a....a..." Nick sputtered, his face reddening.
"Faggot?" Angie taunted. "Hmmm maybe, but you can bet your ass I'll be dropping enough hints on my radio show tomorrow to get all your teeny bopper fans wondering," she threatened. Becky stepped away from the door, horrified.
"You wouldn't dare!" Nick seethed.
"Wanna bet? Why else would you turn me down? Any guy would give his left ball to fuck me, How do you think it's gonna look that you dumped me and if I tell people why you dumped me...."
"You'd lie, just to spite me?" Nick asked feeling nauseous. Oh this was really bad, Becky said. She spotted the smiley face boxers on the floor and bit her lip. Okay, the idea in her head right now was completely insane, not to mention if Nick didn't appreciate the gesture she could end up in prison. One last crazy thing before you marry Mr. Anal, Lynne's voice popped into Becky's head. Okay. I hope you appreciate this Carter. Becky undid her jeans and let them drop to the floor and picked up the smiley face boxers.