A Bedroom in a House on Barry Island, Wales, Sunday
"It's been nice seeing Bo again, hasn't it?" George mused.
Nina crossed her arms over her lace corset and gave him a very pointed Look. George fidgeted a bit with the sheets and failed to meet her eyes.
There was a very loud thump.
"I... I really think she and Mitchell are a good match," he said. "She's very nice. Much nicer than the last one."
"You mean the deranged murderess who tried to explode me for being a werewolf?" Nina asked. "Yes, I would say she's a fair bit better than that, George."
There was another, louder thump.
"So that's good," George tried. "Very, very, very good. I think his taste in women is improving. Definitely evidence of that."
Thunk. Thud. Twump.
"However," Nina continued, "You and I were supposed to have a nice night in tonight. Wine. Dinner. Flowers. Private time."
"Well, we are having a nice time, aren't we?" George said. He fidgeted more. "I mean. It's been terribly nice. Together. We are having a nice time together--"
Some plaster fell off the ceiling.
THUNKERTHUMPTHUD.
"--Oh for the love of god will you stop showing off, Mitchell!"
"Gnghhhh," Nina said, and yanked the blankets over her head.
[[ 'stablishy. Bo modded with dirty permission! ]]
Nina crossed her arms over her lace corset and gave him a very pointed Look. George fidgeted a bit with the sheets and failed to meet her eyes.
There was a very loud thump.
"I... I really think she and Mitchell are a good match," he said. "She's very nice. Much nicer than the last one."
"You mean the deranged murderess who tried to explode me for being a werewolf?" Nina asked. "Yes, I would say she's a fair bit better than that, George."
There was another, louder thump.
"So that's good," George tried. "Very, very, very good. I think his taste in women is improving. Definitely evidence of that."
Thunk. Thud. Twump.
"However," Nina continued, "You and I were supposed to have a nice night in tonight. Wine. Dinner. Flowers. Private time."
"Well, we are having a nice time, aren't we?" George said. He fidgeted more. "I mean. It's been terribly nice. Together. We are having a nice time together--"
Some plaster fell off the ceiling.
THUNKERTHUMPTHUD.
"--Oh for the love of god will you stop showing off, Mitchell!"
"Gnghhhh," Nina said, and yanked the blankets over her head.
[[ 'stablishy. Bo modded with dirty permission! ]]