Happy Friday! This past Wednesday I challenged my readers to a blog hop featuring one old photo, five words, and a word limit of 500. There is where you met Rava and Bruce attending a party that turned out to smell funny. Really, it's the type of post that is funny after a glass of wine. I had fun with it and decided to bring the couple back for more. So here, for your Friday night reading is Rava and Bruce...Catch what happened previously on my new blog "show" Rava and Bruce over here.
Encircling her arm around Bruce's, they descended the stone staircase, the wind in their faces, blowing back Rava's white veil.
"Wonderful party, my love. Wonderful..." Bruce stopped midway down the staircase. "Rava what the hell are you wearing?"
Rava looked down at the white gown, admiring it. "Isn't it lovely?"
She turned to wave at the guests standing at the doorway, cheering her on.
"That...isn't the dress you came in, dear, is it?"
Rava giggled, brushing the white veil from her face. "I found it in Martha's bedroom. The fool just left it hanging there."
"Damn it, Rava." Bruce pulled her in closer, leaning in. "What the hell have I told you about stealing other people's clothes?"
Rava noticed the valet pull their car in front of the stone steps. She continued walking, pulling her husband forward. "Hush, darling, hush." She turned back, still seeing the party guests standing at the doorway, waving at her. "My admirers Bruce! They want more!"
"Rava, how much did you have to drink-" He gasped, stopping mid-sentence. "Rava, they aren't waving at you, they are waving at the police who are...headedrightthisway. Damn it, Rava, get in the car!"
So, pour yourself a glass of wine and have a read. I'm sure afterwards you'll think it's funny. That or maybe I shouldn't be writing posts after midnight. And let me know what you think they might be saying instead in the comment section!
Have a great weekend everyone!