It's all fun and games...

“Weird name. Pretty though. Where do you keep her, with all the polo horses?”

“it’s jealousy.” Rosie said quickly, nodding at Gypsy. “It’s only natural, it’s the possession theory. Effectively Sid was yours and you were Sid’s even though you were no ones, then you started to be Tom’s and not Sid’s so he has had to accept that, give you space and find someone he can have a similar relationship.” Picking her drink from the end of the bar she took a sip of it whilst she waited for Gypsy. “It’s basically science and you can’t argue with that. Though I’m sure Tom will learn to carry bags, I mean those arms.”

“Sid. Who’s supposed to be my best guy friend or something but hasn’t held my shopping bags in ages.  And is always with little Miss Brunette and Perky.”

“I have to be weird about it.” Rosie said with an amused grin. “Tuck and Roll are like my adopted brothers, actually you know the amount of times they shout at each other in Hungarian and I break them up it’s like I’m their mom if I’m honest...” her voice trailed off for a moment as she mulled it over, taking a brief moment to look over at the menu though it was pointless as she got the same thing every time she ever came here. “...that doesn’t matter though, I’m getting pumpkin spice by the way, I’m super excited for you and I love you and I love that you and Tom are a couple and it makes me feel happy. It’s like my two adopted kids found love! Which is a bit Cersei and Jamie but who cares!”

Rosie’s mouth opened widely, her mouth turned up into a surprised though admittedly shocked grin. “Tom. Tom as in Tuck. As in Tuck and Roll. As in my boys!” Opening the door to the Starbucks, she swung on the handle, grinning and, scrunching her nose in excitement. “My ship! It has sailed across the narrow sea and I am in love! You guys are super sweet and I love it. Duh about Manny though, he should just grow a pair and tell you how he feels. I’m totally over that whole drama.”

Biting her lip, she frowned. “I know I’m sorry, my computer was in for service, my hardrive broke and my mom and dad refused to lend me the cash, I had to work for it and it was $130. It was not pretty. I’m sorry though and I love you.” She couldn’t help but laugh a little as they turned the corner. “Girl please, you’re Manny’s common law wife essentially and you've got a boyfriend and you’re effectively dating another guy. I mean go hell for leather I’m all for being empowering but it wouldn’t surprise me if Manny hasn’t tried to make any of the guys disappear if you catch my drift.”

Rosie remained silent for a moment, her eyes narrowing slowly at the strawberry blonde in front of her. What was not confusing about that? In all honesty Gypsy’s entire life confused her but she was her best friend so for the sake of their friendship and indeed the entreatment value that Gypsy’s circus of a life brought with it, she tried her best to keep up. “Okay, so I went home to help my mom with the bar while my dad was sick and then you become the bachelorette. Seems legit. You’re going to have to buy me a coffee and talk me through this. I’d suggest something stronger but even I have limits.”

“For whenever the mood strikes, actually.” 

“Well you’re welcome, imagination is free after all the real thing costs you.” Grinning to herself Rosie fell silent for a moment, mentally flipping through and index of questions she could ask Gunther of a similar odd tone. “How old were you when you first french kissed someone? Oh and did you dribble on her. Need that info for the mental wank bank if we’re collecting.” She added with a cocked eyebrow.

Rosie narrowed her eyes at him, realising she’d been duped. “God you’re such an asshole.” She said with a smile. “I don’t know what an earth you could get from knowing that aside from a mental image of me in the bath, you pervert.”

“That’s not fair and you know it.” Pausing she mulled over his question. “The boldest thing I’ve ever done while texting someone is iMessaged them a picture of me in the bath. Bubbles included I’m not a total slut. There’s your answer, now why the weird question?” 

“Why the weird question anyway?”

“Fine then the answer is no.”