The most uncomfortable dinner Leonard’s ever had.

Jenny had a pot of some kind of spaghetti on her coffee table. Leonard figured a hot pad was underneath to guard the wood from the steelware’s heat, though he couldn’t see it and thus wasn’t quite sure. She put a stack of paper bowls text to the food, grumbling “Okay, I guess you can have some pasta, but no coming back for seconds. That’s mama’s dinner, you got it?”

“S-Sure, we mostly just wanted to t-talk, anyways…” Lenny said, making bowls for himself and his two associates. “You already know Erica, so this is C-Cheryl.” he introduced, as the titular woman scowled despite the bowl of probably tasty Italian food being handed to her.

“Cheryl? You gotta be shittin’ me…” Jenny gasped. “That’s my ex-wife’s name…!”

“Wait, then…!?”

“Pure coincidence. I’ve never met this woman before in my life.” Cheryl droned, still staring at the unorganized woman with contempt. “Though if I had, I’d probably divorce her too.”

The tank-topped woman chuckled “Oh, so it’s like that, huh? Fuck, you’re lucky you’re hot or I’d have smacked your shit for saying that.” as she spooned some saucy noodles into her mouth. Being spaghetti, it dangled a bit as she sucked it up, spraying sauce randomly and dirtying her mouth. Jenny then wiped her face clean with her shirt’s equivalent to a collar.

The woman’s eye twitched. “Hm. Hmm. So. How did you come to know Leonard?” She asked, as she spun her pasta around a fork. Well, spork. Everyone had sporks, Jenny wanted to make it simple when the time came to buy plastic cutlery.

“Uh, we’re neighbors. He lives next door to me, how would I not know him?” she laughed. “What, you never had a neighbor before? Fucking moron.”

Once more, she simmered “I am trying to speak with tact. We both clearly ‘know’ Leonard, but I’m now aware that we both ‘have known’ him as well. Is my meaning now unambiguous…?” as her spork-spinning picked up speed, her gaze intensifying.

Jenny’s eyes narrowed, until they widened when she hollered “Oh shit, we’re pole sisters! Fuck, isn’t that something! What, y-you pissed off I got to hit that too?” with the widest shit-eating grin Lenny had ever seen. “Shit, I might’ve even hit it first!”

Cheryl stood up, furious, and grabbed the object of her rage by her stained collar, pulling the diminutive woman to her feet as she seethed “You know what? You’re actually right. I’m currently weighing the benefits of squeezing the life out of you right now versus the downsides of a life in prison.” She pulled their faces uncomfortably close. “And with every word that comes out of your mouth the scales tip.”

“Do it. You won’t.” the incredibly smug woman grinned. Her feet were wholly off the ground, and Leonard wasn’t sure why she was pushing this.

Either way, he had to intervene soon. “Um…! P-Please… s-stop fighting…?” he pleaded, as both he and Erica stood up.

At his side, she continued “Y-Yeah, stop it! I-If you do, then…”