Allison Argent (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
theresalwayshope) wrote2014-12-02 01:43 pm
theresalwayshope) wrote2014-12-02 01:43 pm
meet the (grand)parents...
Allison felt a little like she was going insane.
She started out just planning to invite Aramis and Porthos over to meet Jason. Dinner and drinks, nothing big. Then she realized she didn't just feel obligated to invite Athos, she wanted to. So, if she did that, she obviously had to invite D'artagnan, and she really wanted to meet Constance...and she'd promised Grey a chance to help her bake a cake, so if she did something more than dinner, she could let him come over at some point...
The small family dinner became a small dinner party, and with a few more additions morphed into an impromptu potluck for the whole building...or anyone that wanted to show up. She told the family about it privately, asking Porthos and Aramis to make sure the others at least stopped by (with a subtle warning that Jason would be there), told everyone else she knew in the city, and for the rest of the building she posted a couple of handmade fliers: one in the elevator, and another in the laundry room announcing that, with either a main course or appetizer offering, an invitation to the holiday celebration taking place in apartment #39...dressy casual to formalwear welcome, bring your favorite Christmas CD as a bonus.
And, of course, she told Jason...and told him her family would be there.
By the night of the party, Allison was ready...she just felt a little like she was going insane.
She kept her outfit cute, but simple, and took care of dessert by baking some cupcakes, gingerbread cookies, and a two layer chocolate cake which she invited Grey over to help her bake. With a little careful scheduling, she also managed to contribute to the food on hand with her second ever attempt at beef bourguignon: rich, hearty, and sort of impressive under the right circumstances. By party time, she had her front door standing open, some Trans Siberian Orchestra carols playing on her stereo, and while she didn't yet have a tree, she'd gotten some cute plastic holly garland to hang around the apartment, and for fun had ringed her whole living room ceiling in multicolor Christmas lights for good measure.
The party was good to go. The place smelled good, the food came out okay with more to come...the evening was good to go.
And when Jason showed up, her family would show up...and they'd all meet each other...
While she waited for her guests, loved ones, and boyfriend to start arriving, Allison puttered around in her kitchen, swore to herself she was not hiding, and tried to pretend that she wasn't having visions of someone either drawing a sword or a knife by the end of the evening.
Tonight had to be perfect.
(HOLIDAY GATHERING POST! Treat it thusly. :P Front door's open, come and go as you please, anyone in the Bramford Building is welcome, and if you know Allison even remotely she told you about the party. Gather at will, and leave a call for Allison in your subject line if you want to play with her directly! Open eternally, will probably be linked near the end of the month. :D)
She started out just planning to invite Aramis and Porthos over to meet Jason. Dinner and drinks, nothing big. Then she realized she didn't just feel obligated to invite Athos, she wanted to. So, if she did that, she obviously had to invite D'artagnan, and she really wanted to meet Constance...and she'd promised Grey a chance to help her bake a cake, so if she did something more than dinner, she could let him come over at some point...
The small family dinner became a small dinner party, and with a few more additions morphed into an impromptu potluck for the whole building...or anyone that wanted to show up. She told the family about it privately, asking Porthos and Aramis to make sure the others at least stopped by (with a subtle warning that Jason would be there), told everyone else she knew in the city, and for the rest of the building she posted a couple of handmade fliers: one in the elevator, and another in the laundry room announcing that, with either a main course or appetizer offering, an invitation to the holiday celebration taking place in apartment #39...dressy casual to formalwear welcome, bring your favorite Christmas CD as a bonus.
And, of course, she told Jason...and told him her family would be there.
By the night of the party, Allison was ready...she just felt a little like she was going insane.
She kept her outfit cute, but simple, and took care of dessert by baking some cupcakes, gingerbread cookies, and a two layer chocolate cake which she invited Grey over to help her bake. With a little careful scheduling, she also managed to contribute to the food on hand with her second ever attempt at beef bourguignon: rich, hearty, and sort of impressive under the right circumstances. By party time, she had her front door standing open, some Trans Siberian Orchestra carols playing on her stereo, and while she didn't yet have a tree, she'd gotten some cute plastic holly garland to hang around the apartment, and for fun had ringed her whole living room ceiling in multicolor Christmas lights for good measure.
The party was good to go. The place smelled good, the food came out okay with more to come...the evening was good to go.
And when Jason showed up, her family would show up...and they'd all meet each other...
While she waited for her guests, loved ones, and boyfriend to start arriving, Allison puttered around in her kitchen, swore to herself she was not hiding, and tried to pretend that she wasn't having visions of someone either drawing a sword or a knife by the end of the evening.
Tonight had to be perfect.
(HOLIDAY GATHERING POST! Treat it thusly. :P Front door's open, come and go as you please, anyone in the Bramford Building is welcome, and if you know Allison even remotely she told you about the party. Gather at will, and leave a call for Allison in your subject line if you want to play with her directly! Open eternally, will probably be linked near the end of the month. :D)
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She was spotted before she could move to try and escape: catching sight of her across the room, Allison wove her way over to greet Tris with a broad smile and a hand squeezing her shoulder warmly. She'd kind of gotten the vibe off of Tris that made her think she wasn't real comfortable with contact, but Allison was relatively tactile before coming to Darrow, and had only gotten moreso since her arrival. Touch kept the pack connected, it was that tiny piece of the wolf that was still alive inside her skull...it made her feel safe with her loved ones.
"You made it...and this? You could not have brought anything more perfect." she beamed, leaning over to breathe in the big, healthy loaf of bread. "Wow, did you make this? It smells divine! It'll be a hit with the beef bourguinon I made."
She was about to compliment her shoes (she secretly thought they might look good with her vigilante costume, she wanted a pair for herself), when she spotted the fact that Tris's fingers were wrapped in medical tape. Her smile instantly died as she gently took Tris's hand in hers.
"Oh my God...Tris! Did something happen, or was this an accident?" she asked, meeting her gaze with a mixture of open concern and a kernel of something promising righteous anger if she got an unpleasant answer.
If someone hurt her friend, any of her friends...the Alpha would find them.
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"It was my own fault," I assure her. "I got reckless when everyone disappeared. It should have been an easy jump but I..." All I can do is shrug.
"They're more or less healed. I just have the tape on for a few days."
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But Tris was safe...relatively safe. That counted for something.
"You, missy, need to be more careful." Allison admonished, then after a beat, she let out a huff.
"There's a hug incoming. Deal with it."
With that, she wrapped an arm around Tris and pulled her into a quick, but firm embrace, showing her at least enough mercy to make it quick before she drew back, narrowing her eyes a little.
"If you break your neck when I'm not around to catch you, sister, I'm going to be so pissed. Maybe I need to take up this parkour stuff just so I can keep an eye on you."
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"I've learned from my mistake. Honestly," I say. "I've had much worse and they have nothing to do with parkour."
I know she's seen the bullet scars and seen the way my hands shake around a gun. She's seen me screaming, sobbing beyond all rationality from my fears come to life.
The offer of friendly protection and shared strength are gratefully received.
"I think you'd like the gym anyway. And my bosses."