For The Love Of Chéri (CHAPTERS 1-112 REWRITTEN)

Chapter 93 : An Evening In For Spangna And Marcel

It was Friday night at the Bordello. Spangna was in such a position that she could organise her own work schedule and days off, so she took Friday evening and Saturday off to spend them with Marcel, who had Saturday as a day off.

Spangna was in a tight, lime green PVC dress which matched her tie-in braids. She had matching fishnet hold-ups and arm warmers. She walked over to her oven in the kitchen area and took out the garlic bread she had on.

She walked over to the sofa where Marcel was reclined reading his book while drinking coffee from a bowl, dressed only in a loose, black silk house robe which hung open at the front. His bleached white hair was all messy which was in sharp contrast to how it normally was, which was waxed vertically and styled casually. Also, much to Spangna's amusement, he was wearing an ordinary pair of designer, silver framed square-shaped glasses.

She hopped onto the sofa next to him, holding the hot garlic bread, wrapped in foil. "Want a snack?" She asked casually. "And yes, this is a frozen to bake garlic bread I got from a discount store, and I baked it for twenty-five minutes in the oven, and no, I can't be arsed to get a plate."

He looked at the bread, wrapped in tinfoil, in her hand. Smiling, he picked up a piece, and took a bite. "The hedonism never ends with you, does it?" he asked.

Spangna giggled excitedly and held her phone up. "I've gotta get a snap of you eating a frozen to baked garlic bread with your hands - Smile!"

He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows while holding up the bread for her picture. She excitedly sat back on the sofa looking at the picture.

He had finished drinking his coffee, so put the bowl down to pour them both a glass of wine.

Spangna giggled as she picked up the soup bowl from the table, "Marce, you're such a weirdo. Drinking coffee, tea, soup and whatever from a cereal bowl, after downing wine all evening."

He just looked towards her and smiled, "I pour for you wine... in a glass."

Spangna slowly started to smile, "I love you!" Spangna said as she looked at the pictures on her phone.

Marcel looked lovingly back at her messing around on her phone as he took a sip of his large glass of red wine, "I do love you too, Mercy"

"Marce, you're such a Lush. All you've done is chug red wine since you clocked off." She said smiling widely at him.

"What does lush mean?" He asked.

"Haha! It means you're a bit of a drunk." Spangna giggled.

He laughed a moment. "You drive me to drink, woman."

"I've seen you drink before you ride your bike too. You're shameless, you know that?" She said.

"Yes. I have one for the road. I always drink and ride. I am not drunk. It is normal. Not a problem." He answered with a smile.

"Normal in France, and maybe here, but in England, you'd fail a random breathalyser and get banged up." She said.

"Moi? Bang-ed up? Non. Does not happen." Marcel said as he stroked her face.

Spangna looked up adoringly into his eyes. "You, are so crocked, and becoming amorous again." she said before she smiled.

His phone went off on the table making him turn to look at it. Spangna touched his face to turn it back to her. "Nooo! No work!"

"Okay, if it is Madame Dolores then I must answer, otherwise no." He said as he looked at the screen to see that it was Kenzo.

"Well, you can forget that!" She said.