The dinner party part 2

 "Aw, shit," Roman did his best to say it under his breath, but Kyle brought a date. It was the last thing he ever expected. Pregnant too. He couldn't help but stare at the girl's belly. He never looked at her face or even thought about who she actually was. Maybe he was tipsier than he knew.

She looked so angelic with her hair pulled back. Where had Kyle found her? They held hands and were so damn sweet to each other that it made Roman practically ill. He ran straight to the bathroom and looked in the mirror to check to see if he wasn't crying.

As luck would have it, the coupling was perfect. Of course, there was the queen Bren, at the head of the table, who needed no one, even if her man was in Vancouver. Roman practiced his happy face in the bathroom mirror. After a good belch, he went to serve the guests.

Of course, he had to sit next to LaLa, the last thing he needed. He did his best to be up trying to help everyone get served, but she told him to sit. "You're not a waiter."

Roman nodded as if he would do his best to stay away from the drinks and just nibble on a rib or a corncob. Before he knew it, she was buttering his roll and corn. He tried his best not to wince. No way were they a couple. Not LaLa. She was very quiet. After all, French was her native language. She was out of his league, but at the moment he felt like he might be her only child.

He wanted to up and introduce her to Kyle and his woman but thought it best not. People were eating. Evidently, Kyle figured out who LaLa was. But he would look over at his date and smile ever so sweetly and she would smile back.

Roman just didn't understand. Kyle told him no one was in his life. No one. Of course, he mentioned he was going through a dry spell. Naturally, Roman knew his was the driest. No one could compare. Oh, Bren complained about it a lot. She'd even tried the sob story on Roman who knew what she really wanted. Sex. Sex as in some exercise, hoping the baby would come sooner. Roman shook his head at the thought. If only anyone knew what he'd been through these days with Bren.

But it wouldn't happen. Never. Meanwhile, it felt as if LaLa was invading his space. Practically, eating off his plate.

He cleared his throat, but she didn't pay any mind. That Caitlin was doing the same thing to Deano. Roman wondered if they were imitating each other.

"Damn, there is more food in the kitchen," he looked at LaLa wondering what kind of race this was. She was drinking the hard stuff too with a little lime juice.

"Jesus, just save me tonight, just save me," he said in secret to himself as he closed his eyes. What in the hell was he inviting?