"So, the wrestler's name is Mark Cain. His big signature phrase is "'Mark' my words". His finishing move is "The Mark Of Cain". I bet within six months they're pairing him up in a tag team with some wrestler they've named Abel. Francine, are you listening?" Jake says, leaning across the table at Purgatory and snapping his fingers above Francine's coffee.
Francine looks up from her notebook computer, "Huh? I heard you. You were telling me about how a mark is a fan who believes wrestling is real."
Jake sits back and just looks at her.
She runs a hand through her newly-dyed red hair, and says, "Sorry, Honey. I guess I thought I was paying attention, but I really wasn't."
"You have to stop worrying about getting sued. The mayor's probably forgotten all about you already. It was what two days ago you compared him to a prostitute or something? In today's society, everyone has an attention span that lasts less than the life of a mayfly."
"Ugh!" Francine says, "I don't want to talk about mayflies. My windshield's still coated with them from when I drove by the lake. Those things come off the lake in black swarms."
"OK, enough about mayflies. But stop worrying about getting sued. In any case, you could always . . ."
"What?"
"No, never mind."
"Spill it, or I'll put you in a figure four leglock, loverboy."
"No, it's nothing," Jake looks out the window and whistles a mutilated version of "Don't Pay The Ferryman".
Francine shakes her head, "You were going to tell me to delete the post, weren't you? I told you before. I'm not censoring myself. Especially not to satisfy some little mayor with a big ego. I've taken on bigger bullies than him. Everyone believes in freedom of speech until somebody says something they don't like."
"Actually, I was going to say that since I went to high school with his sister, maybe I could talk with her and try to smooth things over."
"No, don't worry about it. Let him sue me. I don't have any money anyway. What can he take from me? This five-year-old laptop? My encrusted with the corpses of mayflies car? None of that's going to be worth the expense and bother of suing me."
"That's the spirit! And he can't take me either, baby. You're much cuter than him."
"Thanks, Jake."
"Ryan and Flori's brother's a lawyer though so they might just sue you for fun."
"Thanks, Jake. You've made me feel much better. Please keep babbling about professional wrestling now and I'll keep obsessively checking my email to see if I've been sued yet."
"Are you sure you don't want to go back to your place and have me take your mind off things?'
"Pretty sure. I'm also pretty sure that I'll hit you with the laptop if you ask again."
"OK, then," Jake says, standing up, "I'm going to go get a refill. I'd ask you if you want one but I think you're caffeinated enough already."
Francine sticks out her cup towards Jake, "Wrong. King me."
Jake sighs and takes the cup. On his way to the counter, he thinks, "I wonder if I can sue the mayor for fucking up my lovelife?"
Blog Love Omega Glee is a novel by Wred Fright about two bloggers who fall in love while the world falls apart, which is being serialized on his blog. To start reading from the beginning or read another installment, please visit Blog Love Omega Glee Central on WredFright.Com. If you like what you've read, or you've read all of Blog Love Omega Glee and want more Fright, then please read his first novel, which is available in print and as an ebook.
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