Episode Twelve « The Caliente Affairs
Act 2: All’s Fair In Love And Video Game War
Nina woke up that morning at seven-thirty, groggy and confused. It seemed she had blacked out about five hours ago, and was now on top of her bed, still in her formal dress. All she could remember about last night was that she and Don had arranged to have a few friends over for a sort of re-house-warming (now that the two of them lived alone together). But Don called Nina to say he had to work an extra shift at the hospital, which meant he turned up almost four hours after all the guests had arrived, with six of his workmates in the back of his car. Nina’s lovely vision of a formal get-together was instantly ruined, as Don and his work buddies all rushed into the den with chips, dip, and beer under each arm. Of course, the more dignified of her guests excused themselves, but some of the others were taken in by Don’s impromptu party. But not Nina, she was left to clean up the mess until two AM when exhaustion got the better of her and she found her way upstairs – alone. Feeling angry and confused, Nina stormed out of her bedroom, knowing exactly where she’d find Don.
Before giving up for the night, Nina had spoken Don – seductively trying to lure him to bed with promises of passion, Nina was ultimately left disappointed, as Don chose video games over her. What kind of an adult is he, she thought, she couldn’t believe that in a few months he’d be fathering their child. Well, at least that’s what she hoped. Ever since their argument, the only time Don had recognised Nina’s condition was when he had told Mortimer and Alex before they left. She found Don in the den, yawning and swaying on the spot – obviously still drunk.
“The final level of my patience! You stayed up all night playing video games; what time did your friends leave?” Nina enquired.
“Nothing!” Don pouted.
“Oh big whoop, you’re gonna ban me from woohoo again? You don’t think I’ll just break you like last time?” Don slipped out, too drunk to realise what he was saying.
“You bastard.” Nina folded her arms and shook her head at Don, with a seething glare.