Marcel's smile turned into look of shocked when Dukey was talking to him. "Dang Bubba I was just askin' tha nurse ta help me out!" Marcel shook his head. "But if in ya don't be needin' tha money that's cool too." After he finished he heard the unmistakable sound of scorn in a woman's voice coming from behind him laying thick into Dukey. The tone alone caused Marcel to shrink down in his seat as he turned to the nurse that just denied him the company of her services with a look of betrayal and his hands even wrapped up in the Why!! position.<br/><br/>Marcel's head drooped as he turned to Clara who was wishing him well. "Thanks I think I need it. Oh and good luck on tha kid!" Marcel watched the train wreck that was Dukey go back up to the nurse and try to plead his case. At this point Marcel wanted to just crawl in a hole and forget that he was ever being smooth in the first place. In his mind he remembered exactly why he got slapped by Lucy. Marcel was as Dukey put it great with the ladies and had been working on Lucy for a solid week when right before he made his move she overheard Dukey asking Marcel how he does it. Trying to get pointers on how he could talk to women like Marcel and get a good one. Lucy heard it all and played Marcel like a fiddle to prove to him he wasn't the slickest turd in the bowl. The end of that evening Marcel had been giving Lucy a Massage and started to move in for the kill and was hit with the left and right. After Marcel was blasted she laid into him verbally.<br/><br/>Marcel's eyes refocused from his thoughts as Dukey mentioned that everything's cleared up. "What 'cha mean Bubba cleared up?" With his question going unanswered Marcel's hands cupped his head as he muttered to himself as Dukey walked away. "I'm Boned!" After the cafe was clear of people he knew Marcel stood up to start walking out his low hung shoulders and drooped head fixed them self and he put a slight smile on his face knowing things will always get better. Once his arms healed things should definitely get better!