Chapter 2
Later that evening, Hank and Raven were discussing the situation back at Hank's parents' house,
"How could Charlotte and Erik muck this up, I mean they were perfect for each other?" Raven stated as she and Hank walked into the living room, bottle of wine and two glasses in hand.
"You never met him." Hank informed as both her and Raven plopped themselves on the couch.
"I'm highly intuitive. They were meant for each other and now Erik is gonna marry Emma and Charlotte is gonna have her heart broken forever."
"Poor Charlotte ." Hank agreed, while taking another sip of wine
"It's crazy."
"Stephen, I still need the big suitcase." Hank's mom Edna called from somewhere in the house.
"Well that's why I'm getting it." Stephen, Hank's father yelled back while he was coming into the room carrying the suitcase and setting it on the floor.
"What could Erik possibly see in Emma anyway?" Hank tried to understand, pulling her long hair free from its tight bun.
"Boobs." Raven declared while she was pouring wine into one of the glasses. "He's a guy."
"It's a business transaction." Stephen interjected as he walked by the pair.
"Business Transaction?"
"I really shouldn't say anything."
"Have some wine Stephen." The blond ordered as she held out one of the glasses to him. Stephen reluctantly took the glass.
"Did you hear something at the bank?" Hank asked her father. Stephen sat down, but he still wasn't talking. "Dad?"
Stephen broke. "Well, a few months ago, Agatha put Belle Fontaine up for sale."
"What? They've lived there forever."
"Agatha ran through her Fourth husband's money and she was having trouble finding number Five."
"Gold digging is a young person's game." Raven laughed, thinking about Agatha trying to snag a new man.
"And Erik's family. Loaded. A day after the engagement Agatha took the place off the market." Stephen was about to take a sip when his wife called him again.
“Oh Stephen!” Edna called again, He put down the drink and went back to what he was previously doing.
"Duty calls girls."
"Sex for money? It's good to see traditional marriage is alive and well." The blond commented while taking a large sip of her drink.
"That sucks for Charlotte. We should tell her." Hank suggested.
"Tell her that a she-witch stole the love of her life. I think she knows that Hank."
…
Later in Hank's old bedroom, the girls laid on Hank's bed watching an old romance movie.
Hank finally got sick of the movie. She grabbed the remote and turned off the TV, proceeding to slam the remote on the bed. "5,000 years of watching romance movies and it's all one stinking lie. The two main characters stumble around for the whole movie, until five minutes before the credits they realize they are meant to be together." Hank bounced to the edge of the bed, briefly startling Raven. "That's not how life works and we know it." Hank reached for the wine bottle, only to find it empty. Hank stood up and started to leave the room. "Action movies have it right."
Raven followed. "You hate action movies."
"I hate them because they're right." Hank explained walking, as they walked towards the kitchen. "In action movies, some psychopath takes 25 sweet people hostage and he's gonna kill them all. But then, Bruce Willis comes in."
"Or Denzel." Raven interrupts.
"Also good. He puts together an elite SWAT team and they do what needs to be done. They wipe out the henchmen, the psychopath dies in a spectacular death and the sweet people go free. That's what you need to make love work. A ruthless SWAT team with guns." Hank slams their glasses on the kitchen counter.
Raven looks at her in curiosity as she got another bottle of wine. Hank doesn't go into rants unless she's upset. "Ben still hasn't called you yet?"
"No. He went to California for a lecture on Biochemistry and Molecular Biology with his cute intern."
Raven starts walking over and then in complete unison they say. "Who he swears he's not sleeping with. HA!" Hank mock glares at her long time best friend, while she starts to open the wine. "You should not date your coworkers."
"Who else do I meet?"
"Oh you met that really cute guy, Alex, today. And he liked you." Raven got some more glasses out of the cupboard.
"He did not like me." The brunette starts to really think about it. "Okay, maybe he did. But, he's a trap. There are a billion of them in every hometown." Hank takes the wine glasses from the blond and starts to fill them up. "A nice regular guy. You go out on one date and you wake up 10 years later with 6 kids and ugly pink sweatpants."
"I thought you wanted kids?" The blond remarked tilting her head to the side
"I do its just.. uhgg!"
"You like him. You really, really like him." Raven sang.
"I do not."
"What are you gonna do when he calls?"
"He's not gonna call because nice guys don't call me, just selfish scientists who screw their pretty interns. And what are we gonna do about Charlotte?"
"I say we go full on SWAT team and break up Erik and Emma." Raven said as she picked her wine glass back up.
"Okay, no more wine for you." Hank took the glass out of Raven's hand, the blond looking at her in disbelief.
"No, I'm serious. That's what Chris Evans, Micheal B. Jordan or any of those other hot action guys would do. We sneak into the compound and bust them the hell up."
"What are we gonna do? Disguise ourselves as German officers?"
Raven regarded her with the utmost seriousness. "Exactly."
Hank looked at her best friend as if she had just grown another head. "Okay, what the hell are you talking about?"
"I'm saying we wear the uniform of the enemy. Bridesmaids."
"But, she already has her bridesmaids."
"Okay, well two of them have a little accident. Hank. If anyone deserves to be knocked down a couple of pegs, it's Emma. Charlotte is too sweet not to have Erik in the rest of her life. Are you gonna let that happen?"
"Do you really think we can take down Emma? Take down this wedding?"
"Of course we can, you know why? Because we are sophisticated babes from New York. Or as Miss Agatha would put it," Raven started imitating the old lady's voice. "You girls are just a little too thinky."
"Okay, I'm starting to like this." Hank hands Raven back her glass. "Emma is going down. The thinky girls are back. To Love."
"To Charlotte ."
"To the defeat of the she-witch."
The girls toasted their glasses and took a sip. Starting to concoct the first part of their brilliant plan