“Okay, ladies,” Gavin called, clapping his hands for
attention. The group of bachelorette
guests gathered in the penthouse living room obediently provided their
attention. Petey’s dimples didn’t falter
even as she silently prayed.
Please don’t let
him embarrass me too much.
“We are going to have fun, fun, fun tonight!” He waggled an admonishing finger at each of
them. “That means we’re all going to
play nice. No bitching or backbiting on
my watch. Capisce?”
Oh, God.
Carol got points in Petey’s book for effectively quelling
facial evidence of any negative reaction.
Her mother though…?
“Patience, are you going to allow – “
“Awww… Mother Teresa…”
Gavin smiled with every tooth in his head visible and clasped his hands
over his heart. “It’s so very quaint
that you’re seeking refuge behind Petey’s leather skirt, but I’m the maid of
honor here and this is my ballgame.”
Half of the bared teeth vanished when his smile dimmed. “You two.” The wagging finger flipped
back and forth between Dorothea and Carol. “Mom Jovi. Ghost of Jovi
past-slash-future...Do you have any issues that need resolved before we get
this show on the road?”
Petey unobtrusively rubbed her temple, where a little man
with a sharp hammer had begun to insistently tap. Jon is
never going to understand a catfight between his mom and Dorothea. Or Tony, for that matter.
She glanced over toward the fireplace, where Dorothea was
standing, to find her eyebrow pointedly arched.
At first it was directed at Gavin; then she redirected it to Carol, who
was seated in Petey’s chair. “I don’t
know. Do we, Carol?”
When Dorothea, Carol and Stephanie arrived – Desiree
hadn’t been able to make it – Petey asked how their ride from New Jersey had
been. Dorothea had only rolled her eyes
and said, “Quiet.” It led Petey to
believe that branch of Bongiovis was still a little twisted.
Seeing Carol draw herself up until she was
ramrod-straight in the seat, Petey braced herself for the explosion, silently
vowing that every drop of blood spilled would be spilled a second time – from
Gavin’s veins.
“No, I don’t believe so,” the Bongiovi matriarch stated
calmly.
What?
“Dorothea, have you and Tony chosen a wedding date yet?”
she went on to inquire with the utmost politeness.
The room went silent enough to hear a pin drop. Petey had no idea where this was going and
exchanged a questioning look with Dorothea, who merely shrugged.
“Not yet, but we’re thinking summer.”
“You’ll be sure and let me know if there’s anything I can
do to help with the planning, won’t you?”
Gavin, who displayed no evidence of ever having heard the
words subtle or awkward, pushed both
of his palms toward the ceiling and bumped his hip into Dorothea’s. “Woot, woot!
Raise the roof! You and Bro Jo are
back in the family house!”
“Oh, for God’s sake!” Petey groaned. Her mother’s eyes were as wide as saucers
while Stephanie was merely giggling at Gavin’s antics. “Gavin, get a grip on
yourself.”
“Hush your-self,
Dollface.” He sashayed over to Carol and
planted a fanciful fist on his saucily cocked hip. Looking down his long, aristocratic nose he drawled,
“And what about Petey? Are we on board
with the Golden Child’s choice of a new mate?
You groovy with a Goth-in-law?”
“Gavin!” Petey was
mortified. Utterly mortified. No, she hadn’t personally spoken to Carol
since last night’s debacle, but Jon had.
He’d passed along his mother’s concern and Petey had accepted it as her
peace offering. A pound of flesh was
completely uncalled for.
Carol tilted her chin upward, narrowing her eyes. “You’re a sassy little shit, aren’t you?”
He wasted no time in giving her an up-close and personal
look at his thirty-two tooth smile.
“Why, yes, I am. Thank you for
noticing.”
Shoot me now.
Gavin’s artfully stubbled jaw was set, and as hard as
Carol’s brilliant blue eyes. Each was
sizing up the other, determining their opponent’s worth and fortitude.
Petey had to put a stop to this. “Gavin…”
But Carol held up a manicured hand in request for silence. The stand-off continued another ten seconds
before she backed down with a gruff, “Yes.
I’m groovy with a
Goth-in-law.” She visually sought both
Petey and Dorothea. “My sons are smart
men, and they’re both very happy. What
more could a mother ask for?”
“Well, alright then.”
He reached out to flip the ends of Carol’s nearly platinum hair. “Come by my shop and let me give you a more
flattering shade of beautiful. You know,
since we’re practically family now.”
“Yes. Well. Thank you for the offer. I’ll see about that.” If Carol set foot in Gavin’s salon, Petey
would be surprised, but the woman was being nice. It seemed as though she had truly turned a
mental corner, and was trying her best to be accepting. In the end, that’s all that was important.
“Okay!” He rubbed
his palms together gleefully, grinning from ear to ear. “That’s one circus out of the way. One down, one to go!”
Petey had no idea what he meant and, honestly, that made
her a little nervous. Why had she given
him her credit card with no questions asked?
Because you were
desperate to feel normal.
And how well that
had worked out. The painfully awkward soap
opera-esque exchanges that had just taken place were a standard page in
everyone’s memory book. Right?
Even if that were true, she somehow knew this next page was her memory book
alone. The Barbie-pink Jeep Cherokee limousine parked at the curb was her. All her.
Petey could make out just a bare hint of the vehicle’s interior, but it
must be something else to hear the others’ reactions.
“Wowww…” Stephanie breathed once her backside had hit the
pink, black and white patterned leather bench seat running the length of the
elongated SUV.
Her mother was saying, “Don’t get any ideas. We are not
doing this for prom.”
“This is... certainly pink,” was Teresa’s observation.
Carol’s dry voice piped in with, “Does John Travolta come
with this disco floor?” Where the hell
had that come from? Jon’s mom could be
funny? It made for a pleasant surprise,
but also made Petey that much more curious about the multi-hued glow shining
out the door.
After the rest of the women were ensconced in the Jeep’s passenger
area, Gavin held out a long, slender hand to assist Petey in joining them. “Your pink pumpkin chariot, m’lady.”
Gripping his hand, Petey paused and tipped her face to
look up at the man who was almost a foot taller than she. “Gavin, this limo is ridiculously
extravagant. Where are we going?”
He scoffed. “Get
over yourself, Dollface. What good is
having money if you can’t spend a little now and then? Gonna be a short trip. Just a few blocks over.”
Stop worrying. Enjoy yourself.
That would be so much easier with a really big glass of
wine.
Stephanie’s laughter tittered out to the sidewalk. “Even the champagne is pink!”
Champagne works.
Petey’s sigh was as much as a mental and physical
cleansing as anything else. She was in
Gavin’s hands tonight. She had signed on
for this, and she had to trust him. He
could make anything an event, and with an event? It was sure to be spectacular. “Okay, okay.”
Catapulting herself up on tip-toe she brushed a kiss to his cheek. “Thanks for doing this.”
“Oh, honey, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.
The look on Mom Jovi’s face when she sees… “
Her poor mind couldn’t take the worry. “Stop.
Just let me be surprised along with everyone else.”
Winking one kohl-lined eye at her, he intoned, “Your wish
is my command Tinkerella. Let’s go to
the Ovarian Ball.”
Insane. The man is certifiably nuts.
A deep breath and one big step had Petey inside the Jeep,
and she was able to get her first real look at the interior. Everyone’s comments made perfect sense
now.
The light-up disco floor and ceiling took the ambiance
through a glowing rainbow of color, from pink to blue and back again. The glowing colors extended to the lighted
columns adorning the full bar occupying the opposite side of the vehicle. In the base of the bar was a stereo system
that Stephanie was diligently scanning for music. The flat panel televisions protruding from
the top of the bar were dark, reflecting only the ceiling’s glow in their black
screens.
By the time the driver closed the door behind them, Gavin
was popping the champagne’s cork and Beyonce’s voice resounded from the walls
and seats, chirping about all the single ladies.
“Drink fast, girlies,” Gavin ordered, passing the first
partially-filled flute down the row and pulling another one free from its
secured holder on the wall. “We’ve only
got a few blocks to get our bubble on.”
Quickly splashing the effervescent liquid into four more glasses. When Stephanie extended her hand expectantly,
he slanted a questioning brow at Dorothea before saying, “Sorry, Jovi Girl, no
nose tickle for you without Ghost Mama’s say-so.”
“A sip,” Dorothea conceded with a small nod to her
daughter. “But that’s it.” Dark hair swayed when her head swiveled to
Gavin. Her eyes were even darker when she dryly informed him, “You call me that
again and you’ll find yourself dropping completely off the gay-dar.”
“Mom’s a black belt in Karate,” Stephanie supplemented
helpfully.
“Well, me-owwwww!” Gavin drawled with a sassy shake of
his shoulders. “Don’t get your Slippery
When Wet panties in a twist, Snarkapottamus, or I won’t be your maid of honor when the time comes.”
Petey couldn’t be sure, but she thought Dorothea mumbled,
“Tragedy,” under her breath.
Thankful for the other woman’s class in not allowing it
to devolve into a ‘snap-fest’, Petey turned her attention in time to hear
Gavin’s next words. “Don’t worry,” he
said conspiratorially, leaning into Stephanie as he passed her a glass holding
barely a drop of alcohol. “Wait ‘til you
see what kind of sinful drink awaits you at our destination. You’ll be drunk on the fun of it all, trust
me.”
Seeing that Carol was contentedly sipping her champagne
and smirking at the Jeep’s décor, Petey’s worry was directed to her mother, who
had been suspiciously quiet.
“Mom? How’s your
champagne?”
“Lovely, dear.”
Her smile was stiff and her apparent discomfort gave Petey even more cause
for concern. Her mother usually had no
trouble getting along with a wide gamut of people in any given situation. For her to act this way was odd. Very odd indeed. “Gavin, where is it that we’re going?”
“Our destination tonight, ladies…” He allowed the champagne bottle to reseat
itself in the ice bucket with a ‘thunk’ before collapsing against the boldly pattered
leather and lithely crossing one long leg over the other. “Is the Angel Orensanz Foundation.”
“Really?” Dorothea
tipped her champagne flute up with a thoughtful wrinkle to her brow. “That seems more like someplace for a wedding
than a bachelorette party.”
Petey drained the last of her beverage and returned the
flute to its holder. “I’m not familiar
with it, but you’re not springing a sneak wedding on me are you, Gavin?” That sounded like it would be just about his
style, and she would have to hurt him.
Seriously.
“Pish posh. Why
would I take your two nights to shine and make them only one, Dollface? We’re playing Tinkerella again tomorrow. As far as the Foundation goes…”
He drizzled the last of the champagne among Carol, Teresa
and himself before launching into a scripted explanation. “The Angel Orensanz Foundation is home to a
magnitude of diverse performances and private events for, non-profit
organization, fundraisers, concerts, fashion shows and a variety of other
activities within the visual and performing arts community.” He did add, “But Karate Kitty is right. There are a lot of to-DIE-for weddings on the
books.”
A spiky blonde head nodded out the window and he efficiently
collected empty glasses. “And there it
is. We have arrived ladies! It’s time to party like a train full of
circus freaks!”
That sums up my
entire life lately. Wonder how it would
look as a tattoo?
That would necessitate a whole lot more pink bubbly
flowing in her veins, but the notion made her smile as the driver opened the
door. It would, no doubt, be a night to
remember.
Next chapter is not written - life is hectic.
Anticipated post date: Sunday, August 12. ♥
Anticipated post date: Sunday, August 12. ♥
Tinkerella. Let’s go to the Ovarian Ball...Took a few moments to stop laughing at this before I could keep on reading.... Great stuff girl!!
ReplyDelete“Sorry, Jovi Girl, no nose tickle for you without Ghost Mama’s say-so.” hehehehe.....
OMG I use this term..... LOL... gay-dar.
Snarkapottamus Oh Carol my friend you are on a roll today!!! LOL
Karate Kitty I can't laugh any more.... You have outdone yourself my dear....
Great chapter and not just because I couldn't stop laughing at Gavin's outlandish phrases....
Can not wait to see what is in store for the girls. And what's up with Patience's moma??
Now lets see how much trouble the guys get into... Who's taking bets that they DO wind up in some trouble....
Thanks Carol well done.
I agree with Teri. I kept having to stop reading while I busted out laughing at Gavin....he is a hoot. Very funny chapter and I can't wait to see what happens next.
DeleteOh wow, Gavin is on a roll! LOL. Love him so much.
ReplyDeleteToo many absolutely hilarious lines to comment on just a couple.
Oh. My. Goodness! Blush you crack me up...or Gavin cracks me up. I love the chapters with him!
ReplyDelete--Amanda
Funny as hell!!! No one needs Gavin!
ReplyDeleteThat should read Everyone needs Gavin - sorry!
DeleteSure a good chapter. I can't wait to see the rest of the evening. It's going to be a night to remember.
ReplyDeleteHere's hoping that the guys have a great night too. I know that Jon's kids will be there but could there be a chance of a stripper turning up? just a little chance? - Maria.
ReplyDeleteFabulous
ReplyDeleteI love Gavin but I think I could only handle him in small doses. He would give me a head ache!
ReplyDeleteSo far, off to a good start and Carol is correct, her son's are smart men and they know what they are doing. These women make them happy.
Can't wait to see that summer wedding of Tony and Dorothea.
Stephanie is going to have the best time but I want to see the guys. Let's see what they can get up too and if anyone of them wake up thinking WTF? or will that be one of the ladies thinking that?
ReplyDeleteEllen
Laughed Out Loud at a lot of lines during this chapter. Carol, surprised me she is funny! Hopefully, it's a sign that things are improving. What is wrong with Petey's Mom? out of the two mother's, Carol was the one who I thought would cause the drama. Each chapter is unique!
ReplyDeleteHave I mentioned I LOVE Gavin??!! Hilarious chapter!!
ReplyDeleteAnother extremely funny chapter :-)
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