(mac’s house. Living room. Party decorations are everywhere saying “congratulations graduate”)
Mac: congrats on finally graduating, Shelly.
Shelly: I’m just so happy! Now I have the freedom to travel the world!
Jaque: Well right now you have the freedom to get wasted. (hands her a drink)
Shelly: Oooh, it’s pretty colors!
Jebus: Live it up while you can. Next thing you know you’ll be married and have obligations.
Jaque: Speaking of which, shouldn’t you be with your wife and new baby?
Jebus: Somebody (glares at Mac) didn’t want to write about them right now.
Mac: (over her drink) I just figured since it took FOREVER for her to push that growth out of her abdomen she could probably use a rest.
Jaque: (arm around Mac) I love my lazy writer wife.
Shelly: You’re baby was born? I wish I could see him!
Jebus: I’ll bring pictures of him next time.
Mac: In the mean time I’ve got pictures of a cave between a pair of legs.
Jaque: You didn’t.
Mac: (showing pictures on phone to Shelly) Look! The beauty of child birth!
Shelly: Ewwww!!
Jebus: (snatches phone away) Stop showing people my wife’s vagina! (deletes pictures)
Mac: But I’m doing population control!
Senri: (walks shyly up to Shelly and hands her a card) Congratulations.
Shelly: Thanks! (reads card, starts blushing, then starts tearing up) It’s…so…beautiful. I’ve (sniff) never known you felt that way!
Mac: (raised eyebrow) What’s it say?
Shelly: (ignoring Mac) Come on, Senri. Let’s talk about OUR travel arrangements.
Senri: (grinning, follows Shelly out of the room)
Mac: (watching them leave) What’s it say?!
Jaque: Looks like Senri can be really romantic when he wants to…Mac, put the binoculars away, you can’t read the card from here.
Mac: (disappointedly puts down binoculars) Not fair.
Sephiroth: (standing with a martini) Why the hell am I here?
Mac: You haven’t been over in a while.
Sephiroth: I see. (takes a drink)
Jaque: So…out of curiosity, do you think you’ll ever want a little “growth” of your own?
Mac: I’ll think about it, if PFf will take my suggestion of Tasuki being pregnant.
Jaque: (spits drink he’d been sipping) Shit! Vodka up the nose!!
Mac: (evil smile) Of course, trying for the baby could be a great excuse for more stories in the Attalier.
Sephiroth: Smut writer.
Mac: You know you masturbate to my stories.
Sephiroth: (Spits own drink)
Mac: I love me. ^_^
End