Guess they’re already back from dinner. How far is Les gonna let this go? Given their history, is he not the least bit uncomfortable with her clinginess and her excitement over his finally getting published? And what is with Summer’s complete deadpan non-reaction at seeing these two on the porch? Is she relieved, too, that Cayla’s out of the picture? Or is she just wasted? And when will Lisa’s ghost weigh in with her approval/disapproval?
Too many co-inky-dinks going on in this arc: Susan gets to Les’ Garage mere minutes ahead of Cayla…Cayla peeps them through the window but rather than create a scene, splits, unnoticed…When Cayla calms down and decides to call Les, her stupid phone battery’s dead…already. And Susan just grins that shit-eatin’ grin of hers…
Oh no she din’t. Girlfriend is being very forward with Mr. Moore, th’ hell with Cayla. Well, I guess the only way a passive schmuck like Les gets a date is when the ladies ask him out; she’ll probably pick up the check, too. But he’s so worth it.
And how about that third panel? “It’s the least I can do for the guy who saved my life.” Hon, did he pull you out of the lake? Or a burning house or car? You tried to kill yourself over him! Saving your weak sorry ass was the least he could do to avoid a lifetime of guilt and possible legal action! GET OVER YOUR SELF!
Les, you pathetic, cringing little milksop. “Actually, I did think Cayla might call…guess she has no time for poor me…” Susan, your plan worked perfectly: show up just a couple ticks ahead of Les’ woman, engage in a friendly toast…not allowing her to catch you naked together or anything; that would force a confrontation (and she would no doubt mop the floor with you). Nope, just send her away with a sheepish look on her face, and you’ll soon have Les all to yourself.
I know, there’s no shade; it’s a pretty big window through which Cayla spies the “man” of her dreams swilling cheap bubbly with his erstwhile stalker. Cayla, sweetie, you gotta get up pret-ty early in the morning to get the jump on Susan. Why not join the party? Go ahead and crack that bottle…right over Susan’s head. Then use the jagged neck of the bottle to carve up Les.
Son of Stuck Funky 