"So I see." She picked her way around a pool of leather and sheer material and—oh look, there was the shirt Jack had been wearing earlier in the evening. The couch seemed to be the scene of the crime. No condom wrappers. Ooh, naughty boys. Somebody was going to be sore in the morning, and it didn't look like Jack.
Marge turned to Jack with a smirk. "You did good for yourself tonight, you bad boy," she began, but then Jack took her hand in both of his and—"Oh god, no. No don't—Ugh."
She tried, nobody could say she didn't try. She tried to stop him from blabbing out what she knew he was going to say about the sleeping cure for a bad case of blue balls, that he was probably freaking broken inside. Well the broken ones were the best in the sack so he was welcome and—fuck. Marge's expression went from annoyed to judgmental to disgruntled.
"God, why is it always the cute ones?" She groaned as she whipped her hand out from Jack's. It looked like he was going to ask her a favor. That was the posture, the two hands clinging to hers. "Why are the cute ones always batshit crazy, Jack? God!" Flinging herself dramatically onto the couch, she stared up at him flatly. "So he broke up with his boyfriend, boo hoo hoo. That can't be everything, can it? What else happened?"
Marge turned to Jack with a smirk. "You did good for yourself tonight, you bad boy," she began, but then Jack took her hand in both of his and—"Oh god, no. No don't—Ugh."
She tried, nobody could say she didn't try. She tried to stop him from blabbing out what she knew he was going to say about the sleeping cure for a bad case of blue balls, that he was probably freaking broken inside. Well the broken ones were the best in the sack so he was welcome and—fuck. Marge's expression went from annoyed to judgmental to disgruntled.
"God, why is it always the cute ones?" She groaned as she whipped her hand out from Jack's. It looked like he was going to ask her a favor. That was the posture, the two hands clinging to hers. "Why are the cute ones always batshit crazy, Jack? God!" Flinging herself dramatically onto the couch, she stared up at him flatly. "So he broke up with his boyfriend, boo hoo hoo. That can't be everything, can it? What else happened?"