And without further ado, here is our third story in something I like to call the Pool Hall series. The series all began way back with Eight Ball Rhumba and then continued with Seven Ball Tango; would of course be very helpful if you read those two beforehand as it's a continuation of sorts. So, for those of you that have read the first two stories - you'll remember that Piggy had so graciously asked if Scooter's new lady love would be available for lunch sometime. Scooter of course was less than thrilled about the prospect... And now...here's the prologue! Who texts someone at a little after eight on a Wednesday morning? That had been the thought of one Amanda Cosgrove, business manager for the Cosgrove Cool Pool Pool Hall. An early riser by nature, there were very few of her friends who felt the same inclination to be up at the crack of dawn. Now, Amanda’s boyfriend was an exception to the rule. As stage manager and administrative assistant for a theater and that of the troupe’s director, Scooter Grosse was usually up around the same time she was, sometimes even earlier. There were times in which maybe he hadn’t even gone to bed or thought about going to bed; she attributed that to the fact that he usually worked long hours and didn’t want to leave things as is and the fact that he was a complete an utter nerd, like herself. Trying to find a guy who could be both geeky, nerdy, and sophisticated had been a difficult journey, especially when most guys weren’t sure what to make of a successful businesswoman who enjoyed some of the more hardcore and violent games that most guys did; add in that she knew more about certain subjects than she should – like biochem, for instance – and she could quote just about any and every popular sci-fi reference there was ever made, her potential suitors were a little put off. Not Scooter. Their very first make-out session had started as they debated the parallel universe between the new Star Trek movie that had come out in 2009 versus the Star Trek of the television series. They had been on two sides of an argument – whether the universes would ever merge or if Spock had literally changed history by just being in an alternate universe with his younger counterpart – and before they could blink, they had been all over each other. Not making any movement to stop the smile that graced her face, Amanda immediately went to her cell phone, hoping that the very person who had text was the very person she was thinking about. It wasn’t. It was an unknown number and it seemed to know her, rather than the other way around. Unknown: Good morning, Miss Amanda! How are vous this glorious morning? Mandy: I’m good, thank you very much for asking. I hope I don’t sound rude when I ask, but who are you? Unknown: Sorry, mon ami! I should have announced myself before intruding. It is I, the one, the only Miss Piggy. Mandy: Oh! Well then a VERY good morning to you, Miss Piggy! Wait…don’t I already have your phone number? Why didn’t it show up? Divine Miss P: You can thank your darling Andrew for that. It allows for the house phone to be forwarded to me or in the case of…unwanted attention, I have a special number for those of course I deem worthy of having and you dear, have made it to that circle. Mandy: Awesome! Divine Miss P: I hope you don’t mind me texting. I find trying to get a message across through third parties so cumbersome, don’t you? Mandy: Absolutely. Divine Miss P: Well, I won’t keep you, dear. There was, after all, a reason for my text. A few of the girls and I usually go out to lunch on this day and we would be ever so delighted if you were to join us. Mandy: The honor is all mine, Miss Piggy! Thank you very much! Divine Miss P: But of course. I know you and Scooter would be lunching, but he understood of course. He was perfectly alright with it. Mandy: Not that I need Scooter’s permission or anything… Divine Miss P: Of course, mon ami! Forgive me for implying that you did. But he is after all, a man, and they can be so babyish when it comes to things like this. It’s all settled then? Mandy: Of course! Divine Miss P: Excellent! Just come by the theater around noon today. We usually head out around quarter after. Can you take an hour? Mandy: Sure. I usually don’t go in until about four anyway. So I’m yours until you tell me to scram. Divine Miss P: Never, dearheart. And I can tell you that our little Scooter feels the same. I’ll see you then. Kisses! Amanda put the phone down, the smile she had reserved for Scooter went down a little, but she couldn’t help grinning still. She must have made quite an impression with Piggy to not only give her the actual number to her cell phone, but then to also invite her to lunch. With some of the other ladies from the show. Suddenly, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to go or not.