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“A little attracted? Please, you were smitten,” Kassie accused.
“Smitten; what is this 1952, who says that anymore?” Symarah teased.
“Bite me,” Kassie said, as she smiled sweetly and called the guys in for dinner.
They all sat down at the table to eat dinner, chicken in white wine sauce over a bed of asparagus pasta and for desert, butterscotch mousse with homemade whipped topping. Kassaundra loved it when Sym made this meal, it was her favorite. Symarah hated to cook and wasn’t usually very good at it but there were a few things that she made really well and this was one of them. Symarah refused to let anyone talk about Vaiden during dinner and informed everyone that they were only to discuss pleasant things for the rest of the evening. During dinner they talked about the movies they had watched the night before and about Kassie’s shop and apartment being rebuilt. The insurance was going to cover the entire cost; it was actually going to be bigger and much better. In addition to her place being rebuilt at no cost to her, she would also be getting a rather sizeable check from the insurance company due to the fact that she lost her grandmother’s very old, very expensive wedding ring in the fire. When Daire offered his condolences for “the loss of such a precious irreplaceable family heirloom,” as he put it, she laughed and said, “Irreplaceable? “She was married nine times; I have six siblings and we each got one of these so-called irreplaceable wedding rings.”
“Well, the ring might not have been irreplaceable, but it was worth a fortune,” Symarah reminded her.
“Yeah,” Kassie agreed, “enough for me to replace all my old mediocre crap with shiny brand new crap.”
“A toast to Nana,” Symarah suggested as she raised her glass.
“To Nana,” they declared, cheerfully raising their glasses.
After dinner and desert were eaten and the table was cleared, the girls excused themselves so that they could change into their pajamas. When they returned to the living room in their P.J.’s Daire couldn’t help but notice how different the two friends were. Kassie was wearing a pair of black cotton shorts that said “Come to the Dark Side, We Have Cookies” on the butt, and a white T-shirt that had a cranky looking dinosaur on the front and it said “Grumposaurus.” Symarah was wearing a black satin tank and matching black satin pants. Daire couldn’t take his eyes off of her; she was so beautiful, even with no makeup and her hair up in a ponytail she still took his breath away.
“What?” Symarah asked when she noticed Daire staring. “Do I look that bad?”
“I was just thinking you must really love black,” he lied. The last thing he wanted to do was admit his intense attraction to her in front of Jareth and Kassie.
“Let’s play a game,” Kassie said, holding up the Monopoly box she had found at the back of Symarah’s closet.
They spent the next three hours playing the game and arguing over what property to trade for what. Jareth suggested a trade of his Baltic Avenue for Symarah’s Boardwalk.
“No way,” she shook her head.
“But it would give us both a monopoly so we could set up hotels, it’s a win-win,” he had argued.
“No, YOU could set up luxury hotels, but Baltic Avenue is the slums of the Monopoly world, so all I would have is crack houses,” she complained.
In the end it wouldn’t have mattered if they traded or not because as usual, Kassie crushed everybody, they all had to mortgage their properties to pay her rents; Daire went bankrupt, Symarah had about twenty-nine dollars left and Jareth had about three thousand dollars. They packed up the game and put it away.
“So, what are we gonna do next?” Kassie asked.
“I’m going to go and see if I can get any information on Vaiden’s whereabouts, maybe someone saw him lurking around your shop before the fire,” Jareth answered.
“No, I said no business today. I just want one
“A little attracted? Please, you were smitten,” Kassie accused.
“Smitten; what is this 1952, who says that anymore?” Symarah teased.
“Bite me,” Kassie said, as she smiled sweetly and called the guys in for dinner.
They all sat down at the table to eat dinner, chicken in white wine sauce over a bed of asparagus pasta and for desert, butterscotch mousse with homemade whipped topping. Kassaundra loved it when Sym made this meal, it was her favorite. Symarah hated to cook and wasn’t usually very good at it but there were a few things that she made really well and this was one of them. Symarah refused to let anyone talk about Vaiden during dinner and informed everyone that they were only to discuss pleasant things for the rest of the evening. During dinner they talked about the movies they had watched the night before and about Kassie’s shop and apartment being rebuilt. The insurance was going to cover the entire cost; it was actually going to be bigger and much better. In addition to her place being rebuilt at no cost to her, she would also be getting a rather sizeable check from the insurance company due to the fact that she lost her grandmother’s very old, very expensive wedding ring in the fire. When Daire offered his condolences for “the loss of such a precious irreplaceable family heirloom,” as he put it, she laughed and said, “Irreplaceable? “She was married nine times; I have six siblings and we each got one of these so-called irreplaceable wedding rings.”
“Well, the ring might not have been irreplaceable, but it was worth a fortune,” Symarah reminded her.
“Yeah,” Kassie agreed, “enough for me to replace all my old mediocre crap with shiny brand new crap.”
“A toast to Nana,” Symarah suggested as she raised her glass.
“To Nana,” they declared, cheerfully raising their glasses.
After dinner and desert were eaten and the table was cleared, the girls excused themselves so that they could change into their pajamas. When they returned to the living room in their P.J.’s Daire couldn’t help but notice how different the two friends were. Kassie was wearing a pair of black cotton shorts that said “Come to the Dark Side, We Have Cookies” on the butt, and a white T-shirt that had a cranky looking dinosaur on the front and it said “Grumposaurus.” Symarah was wearing a black satin tank and matching black satin pants. Daire couldn’t take his eyes off of her; she was so beautiful, even with no makeup and her hair up in a ponytail she still took his breath away.
“What?” Symarah asked when she noticed Daire staring. “Do I look that bad?”
“I was just thinking you must really love black,” he lied. The last thing he wanted to do was admit his intense attraction to her in front of Jareth and Kassie.
“Let’s play a game,” Kassie said, holding up the Monopoly box she had found at the back of Symarah’s closet.
They spent the next three hours playing the game and arguing over what property to trade for what. Jareth suggested a trade of his Baltic Avenue for Symarah’s Boardwalk.
“No way,” she shook her head.
“But it would give us both a monopoly so we could set up hotels, it’s a win-win,” he had argued.
“No, YOU could set up luxury hotels, but Baltic Avenue is the slums of the Monopoly world, so all I would have is crack houses,” she complained.
In the end it wouldn’t have mattered if they traded or not because as usual, Kassie crushed everybody, they all had to mortgage their properties to pay her rents; Daire went bankrupt, Symarah had about twenty-nine dollars left and Jareth had about three thousand dollars. They packed up the game and put it away.
“So, what are we gonna do next?” Kassie asked.
“I’m going to go and see if I can get any information on Vaiden’s whereabouts, maybe someone saw him lurking around your shop before the fire,” Jareth answered.
“No, I said no business today. I just want one
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