"So Klemey what's a pretty girl like you doing at a bar all alone?" She smiled. "Oh, I'm not alone...Me and Joe Foe here have been chatting for the last two hours...Right Joe?" She looked at the bartender. His face remained a rock. "Your name's Joe Foe?" Duckie smiled. Joe Foe just stood there with his arms crossed looking out among the other bar goers. "O-K! No confirmation on that then!" He smiled and held his glass up to Klemey. "AHA! I'll drink to that!" They both swallowed. "I want two apple spritzers! Now!" A over bubbly voice came from behind Klemey. The women with the voice pushed Klemey over and snapped at Joe Foe. Klemey was about to cuss the women out when she recognized her. The bimbo who was at the club with Gubler. Fuck..."Get over here!" The bimbo had turned over to the dance floor and was edging someone over. Please don't let it be...."Okay, I'm here!" A familiar voice came into Klemey's ear. Shit! She thought. Gubler was standing with his back to her, obviously oblivious to the fact that she was right behind him. "Crap..." Klemey whispered and looked at the door considering leaving, but the door was on the other side. There was no way she could leave without him seeing her. "Hey, Klemey are you okay?" Duckie asked, loudly. Klemey just widen her eyes in disbelief as Gubler turned around and looked at her. "Wha..." He let out. "Umm...Hi..." Klemey lifted her hand and waved not knowing what else to do. "Who's this, Klemey?" Duckie asked from behind her. Gubler looked at him, his face twisted for a second then turned cold. "I'm her ex. Who are you another one of her fucks?" Duckie looked taken aback. "Be careful she'll rip your heart out and eat it for breakfast!" He looked Klemey straight in the eye as he said this. "How many other guys did you screw? Or was it just that wanna be singer?" He was totally drunk. "I didn't sleep with anyone!" Klemey protested. The bimbo picked that moment to join the conversation. "Let's go, babes!" Klemey anger seemed to flare up at her use of their nickname. "You talk about me like a slut! Look at you with this whore!" Klemey was mad as hell. "You fucking hippocrate! That shit you pulled at the club! I didn't even sleep with Landon!" Gubler scoffed, face reddenning. "Landon?!?! His name's Landon? Oh! That's a major appliance, that's not a name!" Klemey wanted to slap him as he went on. "After I left that wedding...I sat alone in my apartment for days and while I was sitting among the old Chinese take-out boxes, in the dark, sulking over my heart ache...I had an epiphany, a moment of total clarity..." His eyes widen until he looked slightly crazed. "I hate you!...You're not a nice person...And if you didn't live in Klemey-Land maybe you would see that!" Klemey interrupted. "Okay I do not live in Klemey-Land!" He went on anyways. "OH YES YOU DO! 25 Teddy Bear Lane, Klemey-Land, USA! And if you were to step out of it for one minute you would realize that it takes two to make a relationship and I'm not interested!" Klemey was shocked, she realized that he hadn't ever really said he didn't want to be with her until then. "Well, why not!?!" Klemey burrowed her eyebrows in anger. Gublers eyes went wild for a moment then he threw his glass onto the floor. "Because...YOU BROKE MY HEART!" Whoa! Klemey took a step back, her stool pressed up against her. "Matth..." He looked beaten and on the verge of tears. Klemey herself felt her eyes welling up. "Don't say ANYTHING!" Gubler put a hand up as to silence her. "I hate you...What's done is done..." And once again the bimbo popped in. "Yeah, hoe! Get back and leave my man alone!" Klemey turned on her heel, now facing her. "Oh hell no!" She took another step toward the bimbo. "Listen, your just the whore in this equation, okay? He's not your man...You just a pity get together...So stay THE FUCK out of this!" Klemey voice was raising. "This is war now!" The bimbo attempted to ball her scrawny little arms as if to fight Klemey. "What a joke...But if that's what you want...I'll kick your ass." Klemey kept it simple and honest. "I'm gonna open a can of whoop ass on you!" The bimbo squealed. Klemey was caught inbetween wanting to laugh at her and wanting to break the whiskey bottle Joe Foe was holding over her head. "Listen bitch, I'm going to rip your face off if you do NOT shut up!" The bimbo just smirked, not realizing Klemey seriousness. "I'd like to see you try...Anyways, I've got my man here to protect me!" She grabbed Gubler by the arm and started to rub her slimy little hand on his chest. "You little bit..." Klemey lunged forward to attack her, but Duckie stopped her midway. "Let me GO!!!" Klemey growled at him as she swung her fist in the bimbo's direction. "Ha!" The bimbo put her hands up and jerked her head as if she won. "Let's go, sexy!" She turned to Gubler and leaned in toward his face. She looked right at Klemey as she grabbed his face by his chin and forced him to look at her. She kissed him then jerked his face back and licked his cheek. "How do you like that?" Who she was asking, Gubler or Klemey, wasn't clear."Gahhh!!" Klemey wanted to stab her, but Duckie's arms were still tightly wrapped around her. The bimbo grabbed Gubler's hand and started leading him back to the dance floor. He looked at her, intentionally, and ran her hand through her hair then he kissed her again before turning with her. Duckie finally let go and Klemey pushed him off. "God!" She scoffed at him. Then a thought accord to her. Well, if they want war..."HEY!" She called out. "Gubler!" Gubler stopped and looked back her. "Fuck you!" She said then grabbed Duckie by his shoulders and pressed her lips to his. Gubler stormed out with the bimbo running after him.
...To Be Continued...
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