RP with isabelowens | Lunch, or something like that

[agentsullivan]

Ali's Prada blouse and skirt had been a write off by the time Jamie was done with them. Not even a good sponging down with baby wipes and Febreeze had been able to save the tragedy. Ali was on autopilot by that point, and she was now more than convinced her mother-in-law-to-be thought she was whacko. She had been hardly able to string three

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[isabelowens]

Izzy had watched the entrance, taking in everything Ali did up until the greeting. She had to admire the fact that Ali could pull off wearing one of Andrew's shirts, but it was the shaking hands and anxious expression that had Izzy worried.

"It's okay, I'm not in any rush. James has enough paperwork to keep him busy for a while." She tilted her head as she reached out to touch her friend's hand. "What's happened?"

[agentsullivan]

"Nothing, it's all good." Another smile was pushed to the forefront. She read over the menu, but it felt like the words were a blur on on the page. "You must be loving having him back to pull the piss out of."

The waiter came over to take their order and Ali still wasn't sure she could brave shoving anything down her throat, even if the ice cream had been brilliant. At least up until it make her feel nauseous. That train of thought had her nearly jumping out of her skin and she knocked a fork onto the floor. "Shitting fuck," she cursed and scrambled to pick it up. She shoved the fork and the menu into the waiter's hand. "I'll have a Diet Dr Pregnant- I mean Pepper! I said Pepper!" she said, her voice breaking. "How's the footballer?"

[isabelowens]

Iz once again watched it all calmly, her eyebrows raising slightly in response to her comments before the Freudian slip to the waiter. Iz handed over her menu and gave the waiter a smile. "I'll have a Diet Dr Pepper as well, and I'll also have the burger and fries. Thank you."

She waited until the surprised man wondered off, no doubt to tell his mates in the kitchen all about the crazy Pepper lady. Iz leaned forward, and arched an eyebrow at Ali. "Never mind the footballer, are you pregnant?"

[agentsullivan]

"No," Ali said, even if it came out with a rush of breath and sounded more like a growl than a polite response. She placed her hands calmly on the table beside her place mat. "No, because I just had a baby and just fit back in my skinny jeans. It's impossible. My Prada new season blouse has baby puke on it. That means the baby is already here. My uterus still has a semi-occupied sign hanging off it. No."