Kia Ford Attending The English Premiere Festivities

After unlocking the door, the Peacock and Kia Ford escorted Mr. Bourne with the big mouth into the flat. Sitting very quietly, the bubble machine didn’t pop, instigating the promotional fowl to check on the contraption, not sure the festive distraction was going to work on short notice.

“Mr. Bourne,” the Peacock’s colorful feathers spread, sending a message, “it has gotten late, do you think we can table this top ten celebration until, say the weekend.”

Taking a moment Mr. Bourne agreed, collecting the wine bottles and cherries, going off into the darkness.

Unaware Kia Ford returned from the culinary area, noticing only the Peacock standing guard. “Where did Mr. Bourne go?” the American mover and shaker inquired.

“I postponed our engagement to the weekend,” the Peacock informed.

“You did what!”

“I rescheduled it to a better time,” the Peacock took control.

“Peacock, I wanted to enjoy a nice night cap to end the competitive work night.”

“What? Kia Ford, you had no goals.”

Next few days, goal priorities grew serious, while Kia Ford remained silent, and the Peacock tinkered around the bubble machine. Saturday arrived, and a knock on the door signaled, “Party time!” Kia Ford answered the bell.

With two glasses in hand, Mr. Bourne spouted from his mouth, “entering” projecting a gracious theatrical tone, hinting Kia Ford, ‘step away and give guest star treatment’.

Finding a nice outdoor patio place, corks were removed, and the Peacock found a musical soundtrack setting, presenting an afternoon delight atmosphere.

“Isn’t this a nice time of year,” Kia Ford mentioned, “filled with springtime bliss.”

“Yes Miss Ford, it is,” Mr. Bourne agreed topping off his drink.

“Would you two, want some pie?” The Peacock interrupted; dish rag perfectly placed over the arm.

“What kind?” Kia Ford pursued clarification.

“Apple,” snarled the Peacock,

“Where did we get apples?” The united west ham politely pursued.

“We do not have apples,” the Peacock corrected, “I was joking, its cherry pies.”

“Oh, we now have cherry trees,” Kia Ford seemed interested.

“I cut one down in your honor,” Mr. Bourne declared.

“Of course, cherries, wine, it all makes sense,” Kia Ford started connecting dots, “Peacock, please bring two slices, one for me, and Mr. Bourne can try his own product.”

“Sure, my Lady,” the Peacock proudly represented the star spangled with a banner, assisting her, creating a power play moment.

Quickly, the festive fowl returned, “you know Kia Ford Evan, Nilson had a goal,”

“Whose Nilson,” Kia Ford inquired.

“The one who got the goal,” Mr. Bourne replied.

Secretly glaring towards the Peacock, Kia Ford watched the dedicated server character, fill the krug, “when that jug his full, I will have another goal, and we will be leveled.”

As Kia Ford predicted, they were soon even, and the Peacock performed a disappearing act. Seven minutes ticked away, and the Bowen shrine cued the bubble machine, “wow there is a party over there.”

“Did I tell you?” Kia Ford grinned, “I have two goals and will take the three points from our meeting.”

Still having some of his faculties left, Mr. Bourne listened then retaliated, “didn’t I tell you; Evan Nilson had a goal.”

“You told me that,”

“Well, he had another one, and my dear Kia Ford, it is time I leave making a point.”

“Evan Nilson had a goal.” Kia Ford recited Mr. Bourne’s slurred lectured facts.

“Evan Nilson had two goals,” Mr. Bourne confirmed tipping his hat.

Hours passed, Kia Ford sat alone inside the kitchen, “I am very disappointed we did not get all three points,” she sobered up.

“But one is better than none,” the Peacock stayed positive, “and I swept something from Mr. Bourne while he was not looking.”

“What?”

“Two tickets to see the boys in the band,” the Peacock told her with a deceptive expression.

“You are not getting me relegated, Peacock, so you can go on mountain climbing expeditions, are you?” Kia Ford pried.

“No, just getting you prepared for next year’s challenging championship run,” the Peacock paused, “then I can truly climb, the highest peak.”