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A little funny that represents me and my friend’s reaction’s to Marcus at first when we played

Till Death Do Us Part

A game from the funny ElectricPuke 

A night out goes terribly, terribly wrong for Sharon Raydor. Want to know why? Listen here. And blame @tvfreakd for her dirty mind.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” Sharon said as she buried her head into her pillow.

“Me neither,” Andy agreed.

“My son will never speak to me again.”

“No, probably not.”

“And Mike…Oh my God, Mike. If I hadn’t already retired, I’d have to do it now.”

“Definitely.” Andy raked his fingers through her hair. “Look on the bright side, it could have been Julio and Provenza instead of Mike and the kids.”

Sharon lifted her head off the pillow just enough to shoot a glare at her husband, who was enjoying this just a little too much for her comfort. “And that’s better how?”

“Well, you were afraid that it would be me or you dropping dead in the line of duty, but if Provenza saw you naked, it’d definitely be him. And Julio already spends too much time thinking about your legs. As your husband, I don’t want him thinking about any of your other parts.”

“Andy. You’re not helping.”

He laughed, and she had to fight back the urge to smack him. “Babe, I gave up helping when I told you that agreeing to Andrea’s idea of a night out was probably a bad idea.”

“But to come home….naked!” she wailed. “And to have you all sitting there at the kitchen table. You couldn’t have TOLD me that you were coming back to the condo to discuss the case?”

“I could have told you that. But you also could have told me what happened to your clothes.”

She could have, she supposed. But as much as she wanted to share every part of her life with Andy, she didn’t think he would appreciate hearing that she’d agreed to skinny dip in Echo Park Lake after a few too many margaritas, or hearing that once she and Andrea had come up for air and crawled out of the water, neither of them could find their clothes, other than two pairs of shoes, a trenchcoat and a thankfully oversized sweater.

God only knew how Andrea explained her attire to her Uber driver, but Sharon thought she was getting off relatively unscathed coming home in her heels, her coat, and nothing else. On any other day, it would have sent Andy into overdrive. On any other day, she wouldn’t have come home and hung up her coat, only to find her son, her husband, her third-in-command and Gus staring at her, three of them with equally horrified looks on their faces.

Probably the same look she had on her own face, as she stood buck naked on the edges of Echo Park Lake, wondering where her favorite green Armani shirt had gone. “I really loved that shirt,” she said in a small voice.

“Honey, if you promise me you’ll walk around naked when the rest of the team isn’t around, I’ll buy you a hundred shirts to replace it.”

“Maybe we should wait until Rusty moves out to seal that deal.”

“Oh, Rusty is moving out,” came a shout from across the hallway. 

Sharon burrowed her head back into her pillow. “I’m a terrible mother,” she whimpered.