23 Griffin Way, Wednesday Evening

[joanna_stayton]

The mansion was looking as large as ever.  Joanna was expecting someone -- a young man she had hired to entertain her for the evening.  To prep herself, she was imbibing massive quantities of ridiculously expensive champagne and having a smoke out by the pool while Andrew gave her a pedicure.

[ooc: Joanna is waiting for someone particular, but

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[george_m_bluth]

He was a little more than anxious and he decided against the banana suit. No need to sweat unnecessarily. In his hands he carried three large bananas. He figured the lady could take her pick.

George Michael stared up at the large house and he wondered if it was real. He knocked on the door and smoothed one palm down his shirt. He hoped he looked all right.

[george_m_bluth]

Of course he was; George Michael was not blind, nor was he cold blooded. He was still standing there though, hands over his crotch, staring hard at Joanna. Thanks to Mary, he now knew her name.

"Uh. How's the water?"

[joanna_stayton]

"Adequate," Joanna answered. She stood up, glared at the house, and rang her little bell again.

"Drink your champagne," she commanded. "Andrew should be brining out a fresh bottle."

[george_m_bluth]

He downed his glass of champagne immediately and looked over at the house. "Your husband must be a busy man or he doesn't like your bell. But I mean I like your bell. I think your bell is cute. I wouldn't mind ringing your bell, err, I mean hearing your ringing bell."

[joanna_stayton]

That actually got a laugh from Joanna -- not an easy feat. "Don't be absurd. Andrew is my butler. I find it much more convenient to simply pay men for what you want from them. I pay Andrew to iron my clothes, paint my toes, and bring me things."

Joanna rang the bell much more forcefully, yelling out, "Andrew, you're making me wait!"

She did not sound happy.

[george_m_bluth]

"Oh. A butler." She was rich like Gangy. "He paints your toes?" George Michael wondered what it would be like to paint a woman's toes. Messy probably.

"I guess he's doing something else."

[joanna_stayton]

Joanna hurled the bell towards the house. It bounced and rang a few times before rolling to stop under the foot of Andrew as he came out carrying a tray.

Joanna turned towards George Michael, her eyes narrowed. "My husband's name is Grant. We're on a break. He's a little worthless speck of a man, more concerned with how he can ring more money out of me than performing any of his marital duties. Not that I'm upset about that. His dick is about the size of a miniature gerkin."

Andrew set the tray down, smiled at them both, and back away.

[george_m_bluth]

George Michael stared. He was used to a certain amount of hysterics. He was a Bluth after all.

But talking about another man's junk just wasn't what he wanted to hear.

"I have a big banana."

[joanna_stayton]

"You'd better," she stated, picking up the plate of oysters in their half shells and holding it out towards the boy.

"Eat up."

[george_m_bluth]

Ew. They were slimy. Gross. Yuk.

"Thank you," he grabbed one and tilted his head back, letting it slide down his throat without chewing. He tried hard not to gag.

"Mmm."

[joanna_stayton]

Joanna could tell that he didn't like the oyster. "Amazing aren't they?" She watched him closely, holding out the plate and gesturing for him to have another.

[george_m_bluth]

He nodded. "Amazing." He took another one and ate it. Then before she could make him take another one, he did it on his own. Three. There. Wasn't that enough?

"I brought chocolate too." Anxious? George Michael?

He had no idea what he was getting himself into.

[joanna_stayton]

Joanna was impressed. It was almost as good as when they actually begged. "There plenty of time for chocolate," she said.

The sun had dipped pretty low by this point and the outdoor lights started to blink on one by one. "I think we should take a little dip."

[george_m_bluth]

"But I... uh, I didn't bring my suit."

[joanna_stayton]

Joanna walked over to the water's edge and gracefully dove into the pool, diamonds and all. She resurfaced and turned to look at George Michael.

"Then don't wear one." She leaned back so that her chest stuck up out of the water.

[george_m_bluth]

But she would be able to see... and he was looking at her chest and he started stripping. He was leaving his boxers on though. He... that would be too much. It would be bobbing around in the water and she would be able to see it and... oh god.

George Michael ran for the pool, jumping in.