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Allison Argent ([personal profile] 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)
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[personal profile] memoryisthekey 2014-12-14 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)

I've been trying really hard not to flinch whenever someone mentions Allison. But even I have a hard time with it when half a dozen other voices in my head have the same visceral reaction. I know she's not my Allison, miles from it, actually, but just the name as so many fucked up and so many wonderful memories attached to it. And I realize that I've never really told Helen about her. About Tex which seems odd because I know I've talked about all the other guys, but I guess the ex has been completely off-limits.

And the I realize that she said something else and I should have been paying attention. Shit. Something abut food?

She was worried she brought too much food, but is relieved to see so many people here to eat it.

Thanks, D. "Like anyone is ever going to complain about you bringing food to a party."

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[personal profile] jianhuo 2014-12-19 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
There's just a long enough pause before Church answers that Saffron wonders whether someone up in that head of his is distracting him, but she doesn't dwell on it. She knows now, where he went those times he'd seemed to be in his own world, and while she isn't completely used to it yet, she feels like she's been getting the hang of it over the past few months.

"I would say you're biased, but folks do seem to like my food as a general rule, so you may be on to something," she replies, grinning before she lifts her glass to her lips and takes a sip.
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[personal profile] memoryisthekey 2014-12-27 05:11 am (UTC)(link)

"Yeah, well, that's why you're popular and I just get to hang out with you." Wow, I sound pathetic. And strangely I don't mind. Probably all the sex, messes with your head and mine's not all that together to begin with.

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[personal profile] jianhuo 2014-12-29 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)

She gives her head a little shake, but she's smiling. "You make it sound like I'm doing you a favor," Saffron says with fond reproach. Really, nothing could be further from the truth. The only time she's ever been inclined to spend time with someone she doesn't truly want to be around was in her conning days, and with the one exception, all that is long in the past.

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[personal profile] memoryisthekey 2015-01-04 05:01 am (UTC)(link)

"You probably are. I'm not the most social guy. I mean, even my friends think I'm an asshole." And granted, I've earned it. I've been an asshole. I can be an asshole, but I guess I let my world collapse a bit when I got here. Not that it was the biggest fucking thing before here. Pretty much just me and Carolina. And the people we were chasing.

"You seem to be the exception."

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[personal profile] jianhuo 2015-01-18 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Saffron looks up at Church with a smile. It seems like she might have a type, but she's not complaining. "Maybe they aren't looking hard enough," she says, giving a brief shrug of her shoulders. "Or maybe I'm just special."