Well...Allright
Chapter Five
By Missy

SERIES: Goosebumps!
SUBSERIES: Well...Allright
PART: five of undetermined parts for this arc
Author: Missy
Email: lasfic@yahoo.com
RATING: PG-13 (For language, anatomical references)
PAIRING(s): L/L; S/C; S/R

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DISCLAIMER: Laverne and Shirley, of course, not my property and belongs to its creators.

CATEGORY: Epic Drama
CANNON/SPOILERS: Pre-Reunion Show Cannon; set five years after the series' conclusion.
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Shirley tries to keep Carmine clean, which makes their marriage of convenience supremely difficult. Lenny and Laverne become enmeshed in the touring life of Leather Tuscadaro, and Rhonda's pregnancy advances.
NOTES: The first chapter in the ninth portion to this series. For previous chapters, see the Goosebumps! Section at LAS Fic or The Look.

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Squiggy paced the length of the waiting room, more frantic than he'd ever been in his life. Two calls to Milwaukee had been expensive and fruitless, and he hadn't turned Lenny up in any of their old haunts. No one would give him the name of Leather's studio, compounding his anxiety.

Of all of the times to need a best friend...

He had reached Shirley and, of course, she couldn't do anything for him. Where was Carmine, and why wasn't he with her? It was all too much for poor Squiggy's brain to absorb.

He squinted through his glassy eyes and couldn't believe it...was that Carmine, coming toward him?

"Hey Squig!" He smiled. The stink of whisky coming off of him pegged him unmistakably.

"Whatt're you doin' here, Carmine? Ain't you supposed ta be with Shirley?"

Carmine's expression darkened. "She don't need me."

"But yous are married.."

"Yeah, we's married. So what?"

"How did ya get here?"

"Someone left a message for me at the art's center. Mr. DeFazio's secretary, I think." He shrugged. "I'm here to help you."

"Yer drunk!" Squiggy complained. "Yer stone drunk! How's that gonna help me?"

"Well, if they need to disinfect somebody.." Carmine burped, then laughed. Squiggy just shook his head. "Come on, you used to think that was a real laugh."

"Yeah, I really wanna laugh; my wife's in here, fightin' fer her whole life. The baby could die!"

Carmine's facial featured darkened. "Bad break, man."

"Bad break...they're all I got! And you're off in yer little hippie-dippie world. I bet if I told ya what I really think, ya wouldn't even hear!"

"What's that?"

"Yer a drunk, Carmine! Yer a worse drunk than my mom's old boyfriend, and he used ta lock me in the closet!"

Squiggy didn't have time to react. Carmine lifted him by the collar and held him over his head. "You wanna make somethin' of that, Squig? You're forgettin' who I am! The Big Ragoo!! Th' best guy ta ever come outta Golden Gloves in Milwaukee!"

"Yeah! Yer so drunk, ya couldn't land a decent punch to save yer life!"

"Oh yeah!" Squiggy's feet touched the floor, and a fist veered toward him.

Carmine was right, he could still punch like a Golden Gloves champ.

Punch out innocent bystanders. Rhonda's attending never knew what hit him.


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