Post for headofapin: Nothing says 'love' quite like leftovers
The last time Justin had celebrated Thanksgiving was...was it even worth remembering? No, no it was not. Like everything else with his family, any semblance of functioning or pleasant family times was just a lie.
Holidays were just so pointless, anyway. They were for people who had to try and make an excuse to have a good time. He had always looked on Thanksgiving with an incredibly dismissive attitude.
So why then, was Justine sitting there with a glass of wine in one hand and an unlit cigarette in the other, trying to kill time while she waited for her girlfriend to show up for a late Thanksgiving dinner?
She had no goddamn idea, really.
This whole situation had her terribly vexed.
But apparantly doing the whole dinner thing was something they were supposed to do, "as a couple", and she really wasn't looking forward to being introduced to Gray Senior any time soon. She didn't do well with father figures. They made something inside her inwardly chafe.
Maybe Gabriella sensed that. Or maybe she just was determined to have them spend this holiday doing something together, no matter what. So when, all chipper-like, she'd offered to come over with leftovers, well. Before Justine knew what she was doing the words of agreement were coming out of her mouth.
That tended to happen a lot, she noticed, where Gabriella was concerned. Maybe this was a relationship thing?
She took another sip of wine, "hmmph"ed, and flicked a scrap of paper off the end of her cigarette.
Holidays were just so pointless, anyway. They were for people who had to try and make an excuse to have a good time. He had always looked on Thanksgiving with an incredibly dismissive attitude.
So why then, was Justine sitting there with a glass of wine in one hand and an unlit cigarette in the other, trying to kill time while she waited for her girlfriend to show up for a late Thanksgiving dinner?
She had no goddamn idea, really.
This whole situation had her terribly vexed.
But apparantly doing the whole dinner thing was something they were supposed to do, "as a couple", and she really wasn't looking forward to being introduced to Gray Senior any time soon. She didn't do well with father figures. They made something inside her inwardly chafe.
Maybe Gabriella sensed that. Or maybe she just was determined to have them spend this holiday doing something together, no matter what. So when, all chipper-like, she'd offered to come over with leftovers, well. Before Justine knew what she was doing the words of agreement were coming out of her mouth.
That tended to happen a lot, she noticed, where Gabriella was concerned. Maybe this was a relationship thing?
She took another sip of wine, "hmmph"ed, and flicked a scrap of paper off the end of her cigarette.