When Mina went back to Blind's penthouse apartment in Versailles, nothing was going her way. If the joint blackmail and kidnapping scandal from a beloved popstar wasn't enough, when Blind and Mina took a taxi back to his apartment, D. Vito wasn't even there. It was some old lady who didn't smell like beef and cheese from a Quikmart, but rather she hung air fresheners that smelled like daisies dipped in perfume. Most would say that a smell of processed meat and cheeses wasn't the most appealing smell, but when it belonged to the body of a middle aged sage from Brooklyn, one learned to bask in the high sodium glutamate stench. On this ride, however, Mina was ready to hurl from this assault on her senses that came from the cheapest fragrances from the perfume department in Lacey Jenny's.

Once they had reached the top of Versailles, Mina was so over life that she was practically under it again. She grumbled and pouted as her confused boyfriend guided her into his apartment.

It was still as dapper and elegant as her man, but it didn't excite Mina who had been through the proverbial wringer. Instead she walked over to his satin sheets and plopped face down.

"That was quite a day," Blind said.

"I'llmmm saymmmm...." Mina said, her face muffled by the sheets.

"Dear..." Blind said, sounding quite refined for his age. "Are you going to bed already? You know it's only 7:00 PM. I wanted to watch some of those kidult cartoons. The mind my parents never let me watch as a child."

Mina lifted her head, rolling her eyes as she spoke. "Cant we watch something else? Like a boring legal drama?"

She switched the plasma screen television on and flipped to channel 42. "Oh look..." she said, unenthused. "Court Court is on."

Admittedly, she didn't want to taint Ninja Kitty and other Japanarama toons with the odious stench of Himbolake. She'd rather just watch something she hated as much as him.

Blind walked over to his odd acting girlfriend and placed his knees on the bed. He moved behind her and placed his strong and capable hand on her shoulders. He inquired slyly of her, "Where's that bubbly demeanor, love. Hate to admit it, but I miss the bubbles. Where are the bubbles?"

"Uuuuuuhhhh..." Mina said, trying to ignore the fact that his hands felt nice on her tense shoulders. "They popped?"

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Blind laughed and much to her surprise, he pulled her back onto the bed so she was now resting in his arms. "Tell me," he said softly. "What really happened today?"

Mina tried to squirm out of his grasp, but he held her tight. Blind asked her again. "I sense some bad vibrations from you."

"What are you some smelly hippie?" Mina snapped.

Silence followed, and immediately Mina apologized. Her face was beat red. "Oh my lawdy. I'm sorry Blind. I didn't mean to call you a smelly hippie."

"That's actually the least important thing you said," Blind said, stern and firm with his misbehaving girlfriend. "I just want to know what's up with you."

Immediately, Mina turned to face him. Her face was still flushed pink. She looked into his metal visor, which reflected her rosy cheeks. "I'm just nervous about the trial tomorrow. I'm nervous if I'll have the right evidence to prove my client's innocent. And I'm worried for Divine. You are right...she was starting to tolerate me and you being in a relationship."

Blind wrapped his arms around her shoulders. It felt so good she immediately forgot where she was for a second. "I'm worried for grandma too. But she's one tough cookie."

Mina's eyes widened. "Is she like the kind of hard stale cookie you find at the bottom of your cookie jar that you forgot about...?"

Blind shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know where you're going with that metaphor, my love. But just know that Divine has dealt with worse. She's even survived attempts on her life!"

"Whoa..." Mina exclaimed. "This cookie is so hard, she's made out of steel!"

Blind nodded. "We'll get through this. I hope this put your mind at ease."

Mina paused for a second to think, her eyes still wide. "It does..." she said with another pout. "I was also just kinda jealous when you praised Ashley when she offered to talk to Dustin."

Blind tilted his head sideways. "Uh you know you spoke to him too."

Mina squeezed her eyes shut and whined loudly. "That's not what I mean!"

"Oh..." Blind said. "You just don't like that I praised her. Well, you don't have to worry. That ship sailed a long time ago. And it not only sailed, it sunk to the bottom of the sea and was eaten by sharks who feast on failed romances."

"Now your metaphors are getting weird," Mina giggled. "But I follow. You were just being a sweet gentlemen."

"Exactly..." Blind said with a chuckle. "Preparatory school ruined me. Now I wear a suit all the time and say 'how do you do.' all the time."

"That's not a bad thing!" Mina said, and she moved closer to him to kiss him. "You have a debonair air!"

As they locked lips and Mina looked back at him. He spoke to her like a perfect gentlemen. "Just know, whatever happens tomorrow, I'll be there for you."

Her face went so pink it had reached Valentine heart status. Even if she was cornered by the nefarious Dustin Himbolake, "Blind is in my corner too," she thought to herself.

Suddenly, she crawled off his toned body.

"Where are you going?" Blind asked.

She grabbed the remote and flicker to Chickflix and turned right to Ninja Kitty. "I believe I have some mindless kidult TV to watch with you, big boy!"