If Momma Was Married

((OOC: Reserved for Ma and Gladstone until it's time for Scrooge intervention. So sorry Unc, does this mean he's out of the will again?)) 

 

Gladstone was not sure why he was doing this.  After a bit of back and forth with “HotMama123” on MillionareMatchmaker.com he had decided to do something he never, ever did.  He called his nephew with the intent to lecture him.  Somehow the phone call had not gone as anticipated, instead of Louie being reprimanded for creating an account for him on a dating site the boy practically exploded at the news of someone reaching out to him.  There was something infectious about the child’s enthusiasm, and before long he had been convinced to at the very least meet “Aunt HotMama” (Stop. Please. Ugh. Marriage.) in person.  Where was the harm?  

Had Gladstone been, how to put this delicately, smarter he might have sent his nephew the woman’s pictures. Those clearly... clearly... photoshopped pictures. But he didn’t , the gullible oaf.  So on the dating advice of a ten year old he found himself outside a ramshackle looking restaurant on the bad side of town.  He drummed his fingers on the box of chocolates he had procured as he stared at it.  He almost always trusted his gut instinct, and right now it was telling him to run.  But, that would be cruel.  He’d been stood up before, it hurt, and a single mother of a brood of puppies was probably already fragile and he’d hate to be the one to cause her further heartache.   Besides Louie would call him tomorrow and ask him how it went and how could he tell him he ditched the date because his stomach hurt?  Wasn’t he the “cool” uncle?  His mind made up, he entered the surprisingly crowded restaurant.   It was a poorly lit dive where dirt was the common theme that tied the whole space together.

The hostess, who looked a little distressed, brought him to a table in the center of the dining area.

“Your-” she swallowed thickly, her eyes darting continually to the door as if trying to tell him to leave although pointedly not looking at any of the other patrons. “-uh lady friend, is in the powder room.  She’ll be out shortly you still have time.” She stared at him, her eyes almost pleading.

“...thank you?” He lifted his eyebrows not comprehending any of her discomfort.  She shook her head almost pityingly and returned to her post.  Gee, this boded well.  So with nothing else to do he sat at the table waiting for the blonde bombshell to stop powdering whatever and tried in vain to wipe his water glass clean with the stained napkin on the table.

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