Episode 26

MY V.I.
(a soap opera)



Since Sky's back was to the door, he was completely unaware of Michelle's presence as he pounded the bar with his fist and yelled, "Damn it, Cindy. I want to grow old with that girl!"

Surprised by his sudden outburst, Cindy quickly looked at Michelle, then looked at Sky, then back at Michelle.

Although she couldn't see Michelle's eyes due to her sunglasses, she knew exactly what she was thinking, "Should I stay or should I go? If I stay there will be trouble - if I go it will be double. You just gotta let me know - should I stay or should I go?" (Michelle loved The Clash).

Cindy brought the distraught Sky his drink and tried to comfort him.

"Here baby - drink this. It'll make you feel better . . come on, mommy knows best!"

He took a sip and smiled.

"Why are you so good to me?" he asked.

Cindy patted his hand and giggled, "Cause I'm crazy 'bout you, silly."

Michelle was feeling a bit ignored and when Cindy looked back over at her she had her hands on her hips as if to say, "Excuse me . . uh, help me out here!"

Cindy knew what her concern was; would Sky recognize her as Trixie? Cindy decided to make the call herself and let the chips fall where they may.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in," Cindy said as she motioned toward Michelle.

Sky swirled around on his barstool and greeted her, "Hey, Michelle. Are you hiding from someone? What's with the sunglasses and the hat?"

She might have found this funny were it not so ironic. Michelle pulled off her sunglasses as she walked toward bar and replied, "I've been sick."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Sky returned.

"Yeah, Michelle," Cindy said, "Sky's been telling me all about this perfect gal he met last night - weren't you, Sky?"

Michelle shot Cindy a look that was nothing short of homicidal as she walked behind the bar and put her purse away.

"Oh my god, Michelle," Sky exclaimed, "I think she's the one. Only problem is - I lost her. How could I be so stupid?!"

Michelle kept her back to Sky and ignored him as she busied herself in preparation for taking over from Cindy.

"Uh, thanks for opening; I guess you can go ahead and go if you want to," she mumbled to Cindy.

The phone started ringing as Cindy walked over to Michelle and said, "Trudy needs to talk to you real quick. Sky, will you be o.k. for a moment? We're going in back for a second."

Sky assured her that he was fine and she and Michelle walked back into the office to find Trudy on the phone.

"Yes, fine. I'll be here for another hour or so. O.k., thanks. Bye." Trudy hung up the phone and turned to see Cindy and Michelle standing in the doorway.

"Michelle," she said in a deeply concerned tone, "are you o.k.?"

Michelle plopped down at Aric's desk, looked up at Cindy and asked, "Does she know what happened?"

Sitting on the edge of the desk Cindy replied, "Yes. I hope you don't mind that I told her - I didn't know what else to do."

"Michelle, you know your secret's safe with me," Trudy assured her.

"I know it is. I just don't know what I'm gonna do about all this - I mean, this time I may have really done it!" Michelle whispered.

"Well, one problem we may have; that was the Newport Beach Police detective that we've been dealing with and he's on his way over here in about fifteen minutes to go over a few things, he said."

"Do you think Michelle should get out of here?" Cindy asked.

"I'm thinking maybe she should," Trudy replied.

Michelle stood up and announced, "I'm not running away from this! Now, don't get me wrong; I'm not planning to run up to the cops and confess anything - I'm just gonna go about my business as if nothing happened. Oh! But what about Sky? Should he be here when the cops come?"

"Oh, crap," Cindy said, "let me get him out of here!"

Cindy went out into the bar and told him the situation.

"Listen, we don't have much time, so . . I'm gonna box up your Combo Platter and send you out the back door with it. Go eat it somewhere and call me in a hour and I'll let you know if the coast is clear."

Sky agreed and he waved hello to Trudy and goodbye to Michelle as he took his food and slipped out the back door.

Trudy and Cindy stayed in the office talking as Michelle went back out to the bar. Within a couple of minutes in walked Corona Bob.

"Hey, Michelle. How 'bout them Lakers?" he called out as he always did.

"Hi, Bob," Michelle replied back, "Corona?"

"Yeah," he said as he climbed on the barstool. "So, did you hear about all the commotion last night?"

Placing the beer in front of him she replied, "Yep, I sure did. Sounds like I missed a fun night."

"Yeah, I'll say. I left before all the crazy stuff happened but somebody told me about a gun or something!"

"That's what they tell me," Michelle said, hoping to end the conversation.

"Well, for me the best part happened before all that. There was this beautiful, amazing redhead named Trixie dancing up a storm in here and I got to dance with her . . . alot!"

Trying to keep her gag reflex in check, Michelle replied, "Oh, really?"

"Yes! I mean alot! Some fast stuff AND some slow dances too!"

Michelle turned away as she replied, "That's nice."

"I'll say it was nice. Between you and me, I've never gotten so lucky with any woman I've met in here."

Michelle spun around and glared at him.

"Lucky! What do you mean, 'lucky'?"

He giggled like a naughty school girl as he leaned in and whispered, "Everytime we slow danced I nibbled on her ear and then I kinda sucked on her neck . . ALOT!"

"You sucked on her neck?" Michelle asked in a raised voice.

"Yeah, you know. I gave her a bunch of hickies and I could tell she really liked it!"

Trudy and Cindy's conversation was stopped dead in its tracks due to a sudden burst of screaming, banging and breaking glass coming from the lounge. Jumping up; they both ran out of the office and into the bar to find Michelle marching back in the front door having left poor Corona Bob laying, bleeding in the street.

"Michelle! What happened?" Trudy asked.

Michelle stormed past the two of them, went behind the bar and began collecting her things.

"Michelle!" Cindy said, "Are you o.k.?"

Throwing her purse over her shoulder and coming back from around behind the bar she answered, "I'm fine!"

"Where are you going?" Cindy asked.

She walked right past the two of them and as she headed out the door she announced, "I'm going to see a f***ing psychiatrist!"



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