already digging out trucks and action figures from the toy box.
“And ice cream!” cosigned Belle.
“Now you look after my little brother and keep him out of trouble!” Doris urged referring to Marv.
Brant smirked at Doris. As he kissed the kids goodbye, he smiled and replied, “He’s in good hands.”
***
A truck honked loudly outside of the Markowitz residence as Arthur rolled his eyes profusely.
“Is it too much to park and knock politely at the door?” asked Arthur.
“Oh, lighten up. Grab your bag and let’s go…”
Brant and Luke looked amused as Arthur pulled his leather Samsonite suitcase down the front steps of his town home. Marv, who was following behind him, slung a lightly packed duffel bag over his shoulder.
Luke leaned over to Brant and said, “It is me, or does Arthur look like he plans to move in…”
“You got your hands full with that one,” Brant said as he shook his head.
“Well not everyone hits the father-in-law jackpot like you,” said Luke laughing referring to the quirky but adorable Marv who had no cares in the world.
Luke rolled down his window to say hello.
Arthur addressed him immediately, “I am so pleased to see that you own a sensible vehicle other than your motorcycle!”
“Of course… Sloane doesn’t like riding on my motorcycle up the mountains because it gets her designer boots dirty,” Luke replied with a smirk on his face.
Arthur could feel his headache pulse to a deep throb now just at the thought of his daughter riding on the back of Luke’s bike. Marv and Arthur climbed into the back seat of Luke’s truck after they loaded their luggage in the back of the SUV.
“So who’s ready to leave this concrete jungle behind us?!” Luke asked excitedly.
Brant hooted and hollered next to him.
Marv yelled from the back seat, “Turn up the tunes!”
Arthur looked bug-eyed at his oldest friend acting as if he had never seen him before in his life.
“Simmer down, party animal!”
“Hell, no… I’ll have none of that, Arthur…” said Luke as he stepped on the gas pedal.
“Now you better buckle up because this weekend is all about letting loose and you will have fun!”
Arthur gulped nervously.
The things I do for Sloane…
As he clicked his seat belt into the harness, Brant turned up the radio and the sounds of AC/DC flooded the truck. As Marv began to bang his head to the killer beats, he did his best air guitar. Arthur shook his head and popped an Advil into his mouth hoping the pain would go away.
This is going to be a long weekend…
***
“Jackpot!” Philomena screamed as the lights of her slot machine blinked wildly above her whirred and wailed loudly on the casino floor. She drew the attention of a group of Japanese tourists who flocked around her clapping and laughing loudly. Gloria ran up to Philomena with a beaming smile on her face. She waded through the crowd that had gathered around her with ease.
“Girlfriend, you are on fire tonight!” Gloria gushed.
“Third win tonight!” Philomena declared.
“You’d better quit while you’re ahead!”
“Not a chance! I’m hot ! Let’s go find the girls and go dancing!”
“Where’d Sloane and Holly run off to now?”
“Oh, there they are! Over by the bar…”
Sloane and Holly were sitting at the bar making fun of the drunk bar flies when they saw Gloria and Philomena sashaying wildly towards them from across the casino floor. The pair waved as they sashayed in their high heels, causing their hair to bounce up and down. Sloane nearly died of embarassment as she watched her mother prance towards her in her leopard print spandex pants, bright red sweater and black pumps.
“Oh, my God… She must have won again…” Holly said as Sloane hid her face.
“What are we drinking, girls?” asked Gloria, eager to wet her palette.
“Cosmo,” said Sloane as she took a sip of the pink, fruity concoction that she held firmly in her grasp.
“Just a ginger ale for me,”
“And ice cream!” cosigned Belle.
“Now you look after my little brother and keep him out of trouble!” Doris urged referring to Marv.
Brant smirked at Doris. As he kissed the kids goodbye, he smiled and replied, “He’s in good hands.”
***
A truck honked loudly outside of the Markowitz residence as Arthur rolled his eyes profusely.
“Is it too much to park and knock politely at the door?” asked Arthur.
“Oh, lighten up. Grab your bag and let’s go…”
Brant and Luke looked amused as Arthur pulled his leather Samsonite suitcase down the front steps of his town home. Marv, who was following behind him, slung a lightly packed duffel bag over his shoulder.
Luke leaned over to Brant and said, “It is me, or does Arthur look like he plans to move in…”
“You got your hands full with that one,” Brant said as he shook his head.
“Well not everyone hits the father-in-law jackpot like you,” said Luke laughing referring to the quirky but adorable Marv who had no cares in the world.
Luke rolled down his window to say hello.
Arthur addressed him immediately, “I am so pleased to see that you own a sensible vehicle other than your motorcycle!”
“Of course… Sloane doesn’t like riding on my motorcycle up the mountains because it gets her designer boots dirty,” Luke replied with a smirk on his face.
Arthur could feel his headache pulse to a deep throb now just at the thought of his daughter riding on the back of Luke’s bike. Marv and Arthur climbed into the back seat of Luke’s truck after they loaded their luggage in the back of the SUV.
“So who’s ready to leave this concrete jungle behind us?!” Luke asked excitedly.
Brant hooted and hollered next to him.
Marv yelled from the back seat, “Turn up the tunes!”
Arthur looked bug-eyed at his oldest friend acting as if he had never seen him before in his life.
“Simmer down, party animal!”
“Hell, no… I’ll have none of that, Arthur…” said Luke as he stepped on the gas pedal.
“Now you better buckle up because this weekend is all about letting loose and you will have fun!”
Arthur gulped nervously.
The things I do for Sloane…
As he clicked his seat belt into the harness, Brant turned up the radio and the sounds of AC/DC flooded the truck. As Marv began to bang his head to the killer beats, he did his best air guitar. Arthur shook his head and popped an Advil into his mouth hoping the pain would go away.
This is going to be a long weekend…
***
“Jackpot!” Philomena screamed as the lights of her slot machine blinked wildly above her whirred and wailed loudly on the casino floor. She drew the attention of a group of Japanese tourists who flocked around her clapping and laughing loudly. Gloria ran up to Philomena with a beaming smile on her face. She waded through the crowd that had gathered around her with ease.
“Girlfriend, you are on fire tonight!” Gloria gushed.
“Third win tonight!” Philomena declared.
“You’d better quit while you’re ahead!”
“Not a chance! I’m hot ! Let’s go find the girls and go dancing!”
“Where’d Sloane and Holly run off to now?”
“Oh, there they are! Over by the bar…”
Sloane and Holly were sitting at the bar making fun of the drunk bar flies when they saw Gloria and Philomena sashaying wildly towards them from across the casino floor. The pair waved as they sashayed in their high heels, causing their hair to bounce up and down. Sloane nearly died of embarassment as she watched her mother prance towards her in her leopard print spandex pants, bright red sweater and black pumps.
“Oh, my God… She must have won again…” Holly said as Sloane hid her face.
“What are we drinking, girls?” asked Gloria, eager to wet her palette.
“Cosmo,” said Sloane as she took a sip of the pink, fruity concoction that she held firmly in her grasp.
“Just a ginger ale for me,”
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