To be honest, Mel didn't exactly know what happened. It felt like her brain was a series of silent two-second moving pictures, and she was only able to express herself through quick emotions. But it happened so fast, the word could be shortened to emotes. Totes.
What she didn't do, though, was actually take the rum and splash it on Corrick. What she tried to do was call him a hothead and that extinguishing him would be like pouring champagne over a fire, but then she realized she only really said that to Hilly, not Corrick.
By the time she looked back at the grumpy man, he was growling and smelled like rum. Right on cue, Jerica started yelling before getting whisked away to her interview, and she could almost see another silent two-second moving picture playing in her head of Lordy crying like a baby spider who is man.
She glanced between Lordy and Corrick, shrugging and putting her hands up beside her. "Don't look at me, I didn't do that," she said innocently.
Who will take responsibility of this catastrophe? If only there were a writer of this show who could explain all of this away...
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