Okay guys here is the conclusion. So for the sequel would you all prefer me to just continue to post it here or start a new story thread?

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The Conclusion:

Here's the thing about pennies—no one gives a shit about them—until you cash them in and then have a shitload of money, that's when everyone cares—but there's the thing, in order to have a shitload of money, you had to begin with a shitload of pennies; and if pennies were patience, then well; simply put, Lucas, Manny, Betty and Mark had pennies by the bucket full.

Because to wait this long for this shit took a lot of patience, which is why, they currently were crammed into Mark's car, parked down the street from Angie's house. Mark was in the driver's seat, Betty next to him in the passenger's seat, and Manny and Lucas were in the backseat.

"Did anyone have the good sense to set up a camera, so we could have visuals on this?" Betty asked, while looking into the rearview mirror, putting on lipstick.

In the backseat, Manny made a face in disgust, "Thanks, but no thanks to the visuals." He rolled down his window and looked towards his house; the only light on was in the kitchen—why the hell was that the only light on—he prayed that they weren't doing it in the kitchen.

Mark turned around in his seat and shot a glance at Manny then turned to Betty. "I agree with the kid on this one, I don't want to see it either." Mark looked towards Angie's house; the only light on was in the kitchen—he bet they were licking food off each as he sat there. Go ahead Oscar.

Manny was tempted to make a smartass comeback like: no one wanted you to see it anyway, mother fucker. But bit his tongue. Mark wasn't his favorite person—given his history with his mom.

Luckily Lucas spoke up. "Actually, I am with Betty. I wouldn't mind seeing it." Okay—so maybe not so lucky after all—if he was going to say stupid shit like that.

Lucas stared at Angie's house; the only light on was in the kitchen—he bet they were banging against the oven—that would be pretty hot—pun included.

"Well good thing no one asked you, Lucas," Mark shouted out—always being a fucking jerk.

Betty was quick to play referee. "Now, now gentlemen. We are not here to fight." She shot a glance towards Angie's house and noticed the only light on was in the kitchen, if Angie was anything like her, they would be banging on the kitchen table—but anyways, she reached down by her heels and pulled up a jar filled with cash and coins. "We are here to find out who won the betting pool," she announced, trying to get everyone on the same page—which is hard to do when you're in a car filled with men and their testosterone; they never knew when to get their egos in check.

Just then they heard a scream coming from Angie's house. Betty smiled smugly, knowing what that was about. Manny turned red because he knew what that was about. Lucas looked sheepishly because he too, knew what that was about. And Mark, well Mark looked like Mark and we'll leave it at that—basically picture a dick in a suit.

"Um, are they fucking or killing someone in there?" Mark asked in this sarcastic dickhead voice. "If they keep this up they are going to wake the neighbors. Don't need anyone calling the police."

"Well then," Betty said, placing a hand on Mark's shoulder, attempting to calm him down. "Good thing we are already here."

"Listen, Mark," Manny shot from the backseat. "If my mom wants to fuck Oscar, then she's damn well going to and there's nothing you can do about it, so suck it up, buttercup."

Mark turned around in his seat looking at Manny. "Is that right kid, you want a piece of me?" He held his hands up all gangster like.

"Yeah, I want a piece of you," and to show his point, punched the back of Mark's seat a few times, sending Mark forward into the steering wheel.

"Real mature," Mark snapped back. "Don't make me get out of this car, mister."

"You're not my dad."

"Can you all shut the fuck up," Lucas out of where shouted, and since he was usually the quiet one, this got everyone's attention.

"Okay then," Betty injected, "Let's tally this up." She pulled out a pen and paper from her purse. "Let's see what we have." She started to read her notes silently to herself.

"Out loud, please," Lucas rolled his eyes and leaned forward, so he too could read, he didn't want any funny business; he knew he won this fair and square.

"Okay," Betty said. "Don't get your boxers…," she paused, trailing her eyes over Lucas. He blushed in response. "On second note, Lucas, don't get your tighty whities in a wad."

Mark and Manny busted out laughing.

"Why I got to be wearing tighty whities?" Lucas asked from the backseat and crossed his arms across his chest, pouting like a big baby.

Betty bit back a laugh—was he serious right now? She glanced at Manny, who just shrugged. Then to Mark, who just threw his hand up. "What," Lucas shouted as he watched the exchange.

"Fine, Lucas," Betty shook her head, "Then tell me what you do wear then."

Lucas grew quiet and turned red and stared out his window, trying to disappear, and hoping they would move on to a different topic. "Let's not talk about it anymore."

Everyone groaned. "No, she asked you a question and I am quite interested in the answer," Mark piped up.

"Yeah, answer the question," Manny agreed.

Lucas stared at all three of their faces-staring at him. The tension building in the car and finally he snapped. "FINE! "I wear tighty whities! Happy now?"

"Yes, I am," Betty replied. "I knew it." Lucas hit the roof of the car with his fist and she laughed out loud at him. "I know my men and I know my underwear," she glanced in Mark's direction, her eyes giving him the once over, "or lack of."

Manny and Lucas exchanged glances in the backseat and those glances said: what the fuck is this shit and this shit be gross, son—you know stuff like that—eyeball conversations.

Mark looked over at Betty curiously and wiggled his brows. He knew he always liked her for a reason.

"Oh my god, the betting pool, please," Manny said. At this rate, shit was going to take all night; between the porno going on at his house, and the porno about to take place in the front seat. He had important shit to do—like sleep, fart—anything other than be in this car with these people. One thing was for sure—he was calling before he came home—no way in hell did he want to walk in on that shit.

"Okay," Betty said, putting her on her glasses and glancing at the paper. "We were all in agreement that Vega would make the first move; and I think Vega showing up at Angie's place constitutes making the first move," she glanced around the car, and everyone nodded. "Okay so everyone got a point with that. Manny said it would take place at the precinct and since it technically did begin there, he earned another point."

"Yes," Manny said, throwing his fist up in victory.

"Not so fast," Betty warned, Mark said it would happen at Angie's house, and what do you know, there's Angie's house," she pointed in the direction of the house. "So he earned a point, which means right now you're both tied for the lead."

Mark reached his hand out towards Manny. "High-five."

Though Manny didn't like Mark and wouldn't mind punching him in the face; he reached out giving him a high-five anyway, because this was a moment to celebrate. His mom and Oscar were finally together.

"But," Betty said, her nose still in the paper, jotting down notes. "Lucas said it would occur at this time of hour, and clearly he was right, judging by those screams of pleasure," Betty coughed, and made a face like yikes, then moved on, as though they couldn't totally hear their coworkers totally getting it on, or that this was in anyway normal—for them to all be sitting in this car, at this hour, doing this shit. "So point for Lucas." She read down some more. "And, I said Reese Pieces would be involved, so yeah, I get a point."

"So who won," Mark asked, clearly not good with Math.

"It's a four way tie," Lucas summarized.

"So maybe we should split it," Manny suggested.

They all stared at each other for a moment, tension building…what would be the outcome?

"Sounds good to me," they all said in unison.

So Betty did the math. "Okay, that makes $162 dollars, a piece, with four pennies left over." She handed the pennies to Mark. "You can keep them, since I am sure this is a blow to your ego."

Lucas and Manny laughed.

"Oh you got jokes," Mark said putting the car in drive and pulling away from the curb. "Car full of fucking comedians."

So there it was—pennies for thoughts—and they all would spend those pennies on a sequel.

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