"Oh my gosh, I need you to come with me right now!"
It's a little louder than strictly necessary, but the announcement serves its intended purpose of distracting the most recent older entitled lady from getting handsy. She's only spoken to Carmy the one time, but anyone with eyes and a splash of common sense can see that he's not particularly thrilled with the way things are going, just now. She'd been minding her own business across the way with a ginger ale, but something about the flippant disregard for common decency reminded her of too many of her mother's obnoxious friends with their harsh cheek pinches and their sickly sweet comments about how cute she and her brother were getting. She hadn't been able to say anything back then, so she's happy to try to make up for it now.
So here's Chrissy in her house-provided suit, casually butting in between handsy woman number one and Carmy, all big eyes and apologetic smile. "Sorry- There's a problem with the um ... fruit thing. I was told to come get you?" There's no problem in the kitchen. Unlike Carrie White, she has no budding psychic powers to speak of. Now would be a brilliant time to discover them, but Chrissy has to rely on subtly gesturing in the direction of the kitchen while her back is turned to the woman whose name she doesn't even care enough to remember.
milf party rescue for the lulz
It's a little louder than strictly necessary, but the announcement serves its intended purpose of distracting the most recent older entitled lady from getting handsy. She's only spoken to Carmy the one time, but anyone with eyes and a splash of common sense can see that he's not particularly thrilled with the way things are going, just now. She'd been minding her own business across the way with a ginger ale, but something about the flippant disregard for common decency reminded her of too many of her mother's obnoxious friends with their harsh cheek pinches and their sickly sweet comments about how cute she and her brother were getting. She hadn't been able to say anything back then, so she's happy to try to make up for it now.
So here's Chrissy in her house-provided suit, casually butting in between handsy woman number one and Carmy, all big eyes and apologetic smile. "Sorry- There's a problem with the um ... fruit thing. I was told to come get you?" There's no problem in the kitchen. Unlike Carrie White, she has no budding psychic powers to speak of. Now would be a brilliant time to discover them, but Chrissy has to rely on subtly gesturing in the direction of the kitchen while her back is turned to the woman whose name she doesn't even care enough to remember.