The Divorcee and The Widow had come to an agreement long before they had added The Gay Guy to the mix and that was if either of them had an “Overnight Guest” that said guest would be required to provide breakfast for the house. The Ladies felt it was only fair if one was getting “desert” and the other was forced to say watch a movie loudly, alone in her room, with a towel stuffed under the door that someone should feed them breakfast. They Gay Guy had agreed to this rule when he moved in and although he had several house guest non had been required to bring breakfast. So one night The Gay Guy sends a txt asking for permission to entertain The Ladies gave their approval and placed their breakfast orders with glee. Their mirth turned to mifed when The Gay Guy came sheepishly into the house with a very drunk “Guest” in toe. The Guest although cute didn’t seem to be that gay and really looked more like a member of the unwashed masses that The Divorcee may have once reveled in in her slumming miss spent youth, instead of the Abercombie and Fitch sort of creatures that normally inhabited The Gay Guys circle .
The Gay Guy explained that his guest lacked a ride home so he offered to give him one and it turned out somehow they had ended up at the house of The Widow, Divorcee, and Gay Guy instead of at the home of the guest. The Guest was very drunk and a recently released ex-con; he wore his work uniform that had his name stitched on the front of the jacket and the shirt as well as the companies logo. The Guest was apparently a janitor for a company across the street from were the trio lived and perhaps that was the reason for The Gay Guy going so horribly off course when taking this creature home.
The Ladies were unimpressed with The Gay Guys find. They instantly began to message each other about this as they sat next to each other on the coach eying up the Guest. The Gay Guy had the decency to look embarrassed and ashamed, as his guest had trouble negotiating the buttons on his coat and feet into his boots. The Divorcee put it best when she liked this experiance to The Gay Guy bringing home a rabid raccoon after he had gotten permission to have a house cat, she followed this statment with the simple fact that “one does not bring home boys who have their names stitched on their clothing, those are the sort of boys you fuck in bathrooms.”
As the Ladies mentally cataloged what valuables they would need to put in their rooms that night the next house hold rule was formed: You are never to bring home some one who is on parole…unless of course they are really really cute. The ladies also hastily added that they would now require a meal at Red Lobster as penance for this horrible offense. The Gay Guy was beside himself with shame and regret to the point were even the hardened Divorcee took pity on him. The Divorcee smiles at the downtrodden Gay Guy and said “You should at least go make out with your Guest or something…you need to turn this thing around girlfriend and go get you some!” She followed this declaration by hugging The Gay Guy and then giving him a quick pat to the ass as he walked back to his room and his drunken convict guest.
The Ladies then promptly spent the rest of the night nervously on the couch watching cartoons and movies on demand, and planning what they would require from their meal at Red Lobster.
