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Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Tuesday January 15th 2002
"Where's the car?" Nicole asked her boyfriend Vinny looking around for the limo she had expected to be waiting for them. He held her arm tightly as they walked across the cobblestones of the Washington Mews on MacDougal Street.
"We don't need no car," Vinny snapped opening the gate and nodding for her to walk ahead of him.
"What's the matter with you Vinny?" Nicole asked nervously shocked by his sudden visit to the offices of Manhattan Party Planning where she had been working.
"Nothing. I came to see ya that's all," he said taking her arm and starting across the street.
"You didn't call and tell me you were coming or anything," she said wondering what she would do about her plans to meet Skeeter for lunch.
"Do I need to make arrangements to see my bride- to- be?" he asked.
"No. Honey, it's just that I was working."
"You don't need to work unless I tell you to."
"My Father's pleased that I wanted this job."
"Not if you aren't behaving yourself," he said anxious to get her alone and off of the crowded sidewalk near Washington Square Park.
"What are you talking about?" she asked almost out of breath from running along beside him across from the street in front of a speeding cab.
"Just what I said. Your Father don't want his daughter working like a commoner."
"Where are we going Vinny?"
"Right there," he said motioning his head towards the Washington Square Hotel.
"I thought we were going to lunch," she said dreading the time alone with him when he seemed so agitated.
"If you're hungry we can order room service," he said pushing the heavy glass door to the hotel open and walking in behind her.
"Why don't we go to the restaurant and get some lunch. I'm starving," she lied.
"Alright," he said as the waiter started towards them.
"Two?" the waiter asked.
"Yeah, two. You can count," Vinny said as the waiter looked down to avoid his eyes. "Give us a table at the back would ya?"
"Sure", the waiter said taking their coats and handing them to a young girl at the door before leading them past the booths where couples were dining.
"Is this okay?" the waiter asked turning towards Vinny.
"No back there," Vinny said motioning towards the table near the kitchen.
"Sure," the waiter said as Vinny and Nicole walked to the table and took their seats.
"Could I get you something to drink?" the waiter asked handing them the menus.
"Bring me a Scotch on the rocks," Vinny said.
"Sure sir. And you?" the waiter asked glancing towards Nicole.
"She'll have a Coke," Vinny said. "And make mine a double."
"Vinny what on earth is the matter with you?" Nicole whispered as the waiter walked away.
"What ya been up to here in New York?" Vinny snapped.
"Just working."
"That's not what I've been hearin'," he said pounding his fist on the table.
"What are you talking about?"
"I hear you got yourself a few men."
"Who told you that?"
"I got my people here."
"I don't know what you are talking about Vinny."
"Yes you do."
"No I don't either. Somebody must be lying to you, or something," she said pleadingly. Her cell phone started ringing in her purse. She glanced at her watch and knew Skeeter was calling for her to come over to his apartment.
"Ain't ya going to answer that?" he asked noticing that she was ignoring the ringing phone.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE SOAP PHOTOS BELOW.
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