Penelope was in a cheerful mood. Having won the karaoke contest and fifty dollars, she had been a boucy little thing all day. Her flowers were pretty, the short phone call from her mother was short, and she had recieved a new care package containing her favorite chocolate cakes. Today really couldn't get any better.

...unless Max were to walk through the door and apologize and demand she marry him.

Since that was not likely to happen, Penelope accepted her glass of beer from Tino and settled in to watch the band. They were all wearing blonde wigs tonight and extreme low riding pants, singing some song about a circus.