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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But then he was mentioning the cowboy bar to reassure her that he still thought about it and wanted what had happened that night. It was enough to make her smile a little.
"I know what you mean." She scooped up some more food for another bite.
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She'd laid down her life to save, literally, everyone. With nothing more than faith in her best friend, certain only that she alone was the answer...she made the choice only once, while he had to make it every day, but once was enough. Once was everything to him.
"What about this coming weekend?" he offered after a moment, thinking out loud. "You, me, alone. Put the Other Guy through his paces...explore the other side of the equation. I mean...I'm not asking you to sleep with him," he added with a wry grin, "but see how he reacts to a little physical affection."
He paused, finishing the thought in his head before he kept speaking. "Maybe there are...psychological issues on the other side of this equation that could help us find balance. Maybe if he craves intimacy...maybe it could help bring us closer to our goal."
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But the idea of affection was interesting to her. Maybe he was right in thinking that it was something psychological, something they had to get the Other Guy interested in and comfortable with as well.
"So...like what? Do you want me to hug him and stuff?"