Who: Penny What: Arrival When: Afternoon-ish, local time Where: Downtown Pasadena, then in the middle of Lawrence Warnings: Low to maaaaybe medium - a couple of mild curse words and passing references to adult situations Status: Narrative/Complete
The thing was, Penny didn’t care if Leonard wanted to sleep with other people. They broke up. It was fine, if a little soon. He waited, what – a week before jumping into bed with the first attractive woman who threw herself at him? So, whatever. It didn’t matter. So what if said attractive woman also happened to be a physicist, aka an intellectual equal and not a community college dropout like herself. Penny had long since come to terms with her mental prowess, or lack thereof. Really. She didn’t feel like a clueless idiot when they started talking shop around her anymore. Nope. Not at all. Which was why Penny was a-okay with Leonard sexing up the lady physicist and didn’t for one second wonder at the timing or spend a moment comparing herself to the other woman or...
...Right. Even Penny didn't believe that. At least the part about not comparing herself. Or wondering if Leonard preferred – that wasn’t true. Penny knew dating her was an aberration for Leonard. And okay, so she dumped him, but he’d said he loved her. A week later, he crawled into bed with someone else? Honestly, she’d expected (hoped) for more from him, but hey. She was a woman of the world and wouldn’t let it get her down. Refused to.
First order of business? Get back in the saddle.
Hence, her impromptu trip to a nightclub on her day off. Her outlook would be so, so much better after a few shots. Add in some making out with a big, buff, ridiculously good looking guy and everything would be coming up daisies. The one walking towards her looking promising. Flashing him a grin, Penny pushed her hair back behind her ear and...felt really dizzy, like somebody slipped something in her drink or that second bottle of wine seemed like a good idea at the time dizzy. Woozy.
Penny blinked, grabbing for the bar top in front of her only for her hand to connect with brick. “What the...?” No way had she consumed enough alcohol to start seeing things. Or black out and miss the part where she decided to take a midnight stroll through the city. Her gaze swept the area around her, noting absolutely nothing familiar. So not exactly through the streets of Pasadena, then. Or midnight. “Um. I-- What the Hell?” If ever there were a time to finish that sentence, it was now.
Apparently, she'd lost twelve hours. She'd also ended up someplace called Lawrence, according to the sign she was staring at. Someone's ass was about to be grass. As soon as Penny figured out who the culprit was.
Coffee first, then call Leon- call Sheldon, then locate the police station. Plan established, Penny set off to put it in motion.