30DW2-2 - Day 28: Is That All?

Ziva and Nicky in happier times.

She stumbled out of the door into the darkness. The sun had been shining when she'd arrived, alone and sober at Cheesy Mike's Bar and Baguettery. Her friend and room mate Ziva had told her to hold on that she'd come with her. But she couldn't wait. And the next thing Ziva knew she was gone. "Damn" said Ziva, "This certainly puts a strain on our friendship. I hope it wasn't something I said. However, when Nicky said 'You better put out some hors d'oeuvres' for our little soiree this evening' I just felt she was ordering me around."

And so Nicky retreated to her favourite little haven, the CMB&B where she and Zee would often meet after work to down a few cold ones. But it wasn't long before she felt remorseful at how she had acted and began texting her pal in French. Of course, she'd had a few Molson X's by now and forgot Ziva didn't understand the language of love. After 15 minutes poor Ziva couldn't make head nor tail of the message and in a fit of pique called M, who would be the mayor of Turku Finland if only Turku had a mayor, to see if he might know what dear Nicky was attempting to say.

M recommended Ziva take a road trip to CMB&Bs and try to patch things up. "After all" he said "You don't want this to end up as if it's the day you met Abraham Lincoln who invites you to sit next to him at a play."

So Ziva hopped in a cab and in an unintended manner spoke aloud to the cabbie "Do you know where I can get a good blintz or else some music from the 80s? Nicky loves music from the 80s." To which the cabbie replied "Whatever, dude" and started humming Bye Bye Mon Cowboy by that little honey who was so popular in the 80s, Mitsou.

"Thank God" thought Ziva, as the cab pulled up to CMB&B "We're finally at Nicky's home away from home and I don't have to listen to that infernal humming."

As she exited the cab Ziva in her haste lost a shoe. "Oh they're just little things" she said as she removed the other shoe.

But Nicky was gone. According to Cheesy Mike, the bartender of the establishment which coincidentally bore his name, she'd staggered the few blocks to the railway station - "Which was a sight to see in those stilettos of hers" commented Mike without being asked - where she'd caught the last train to Laval-ville.

Compulsively, as she returned to her waiting cab, Ziva did what some might consider an absurd thing. She asked the cabbie what his name was. "Je suis Confucius" said the French-speaking Asian immigrant who had been a Chinese philosopher before arriving in Canada but took a job driving a cab because it was what he lived for not because it was the only job available to him.

"Ha" retorted Ziva. "I don't know if that's fact or fiction?" and gave him a huge tip: "Ecoute, la. Don't invest in Blackberry. It sucks." More importantly, however, Ziva realized she should be more concerned about the future of her relationship with Nicky. "You have to deal with it" said Confucius philosophically.

So Zee stumbled across the threshold and into Cheesy Mike's Bar and Baguettery. "Fill 'em up Joe" she said to Cheesy Mike, who's name coincidentally adorned the sign outside. "And that's why I got drunk" she said to me in the retelling of the story.

"Is that all?" I inquired, even though she had not indicated whether or not she and Nicky were back together, maybe working out at a Las Vegas gym in stilettos.

A look passed between us and we said simultaneously: "Oh, good God in heaven I certainly hope so!"

To really determine if that is all, pick up your bottle and stumble over to We Work at Cheesy Mike's Bar and Baguettery where the drinks are on Ziva and Nicky, literally if we go by that picture above. And, yes, I did use all 28 prompts - count 'em, in this story. If I'd known it could be this easy I would have done this on day one.