meet the (grand)parents...

[theresalwayshope]

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)

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[priordivergence]

"I think so. They used to invite me up to dinner, now and then." Then they'd gotten engaged and bee much too busy for me.

[fuelforthefire]

"Before you started working too much?" It's what I automatically assume, knowing how much she keeps throwing herself into things. That's one way she reminds me of Katniss, but I wouldn't say that to either of them. "Or was it something else."

[priordivergence]

"Before they got engaged," I say, just a little primly. Not Peeta too. It had already gone to hell after I yelled at Reggie.

"They're a family and planning a wedding is a lot of work. They don't need a neighbor getting underfoot."

[fuelforthefire]

I think that it's easy to get busy and that Tris isn't the type to push her way in on things, or remind people that she's still there. I'm the same way, and I don't know how to say that without offending her. "You should come over for dinner sometime. To my place."

[priordivergence]

"In the loft or the countryside?" I ask. Every now and then, I do stop by the loft, but I still can't help feeling like I'm invading.

[fuelforthefire]

"Both. Either." I've tried to make the loft as welcoming as I can to the few people who have keys, and Bay's ideas for art on the walls and chalkboard paint have been great ones, and I like spending time there. "But you should definitely come out to the country sometime."

[priordivergence]

"Is there a bus that comes out there?" I mean, there must be, if Peeta can make it into town so often.

"I haven't really been to the countryside"

[fuelforthefire]

"Practically past the house. It's still a bit of a walk, but not far." Even with my leg I would have found a way into town though. It wasn't as if everything in Twelve was close together, but the bus makes things easier. "How about next week?"

[priordivergence]

"Yeah, just message me and tell me when?" I say, tapping the phone I've stowed in the cuff of my boot.

[fuelforthefire]

"I will," I say, and impulsively, before she can stop me, I gather her into a hug. "Merry Christmas, Tris."

[priordivergence]

It startles me, but I lean forward into the hug. For a second, I think of another tall blond boy, who always smelled like lemongrass soap, and my stomach clenches. No. I tell myself, this isn't Al. This is Peeta, who smells of bread and paint.

"Merry Christmas."

[fuelforthefire]

She's never been someone I've wanted to protect, in fact I'm sure that if it came down to it Tris would be keeping me safe. But I want her to be happy, and I care about her as much as I care about nearly anyone here.

"I will call," I promise, before letting her go. Maybe what we all need is a few more friends.

[priordivergence]

"Thanks Peeta." I step out of the hug, my hand lingering on his wrist.

"I'll try and call too."