Let's Roll

Melvin threw some water in his face in the bathroom. Having called Richie with the latest developments, he wasn't sure how to proceed. How had he gotten roped into spending his evening with not only Courtney (which he would have preferred) but all of her friends (all of which who had slept with him or watched him sleep with them)? The water felt cool and crisp on his warm skin, but it didn't do the trick. Maybe once they got out of the apartment, he could slip away with Courtney.

Even then, he'd still have Abigail to worry about. Considering that, perhaps it was good that he'd be leaving with a large group of girls. Abby wouldn't know which one was Courtney (with the exception of Tina, of course, seeing as she was Abby's niece), and Melvin could use them as a buffer to make his unseen escape. He sighed. At least, he could find a bright side to all of this. He'd have to find a way to get alone with Courtney.

Plus, he knew his friends had his back. Richie and Bridget and their respective dates were running surveillance for him, and he knew that he could count on... well, he could count on Bridget at least. He wasn't so sure about Richie; he'd be trying too hard to get his "wicky sticky" with Brenda, Bridget's twin sister.

Melvin dabbed himself dry with a towel, replaced his glasses and stepped out of the bathroom. All of the girls turned to look expectantly at him, momentarily silent from whatever that were discussing. They were a good looking group; he couldn't deny that. He swallowed.

"Let's roll," he said, trying to push the feelings of dread to the back of his mind.