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WHEN: Week 03, 'Kiss The Gift Horse'/ Sunday, December 25th, 2008, 6am
WHERE: Illiad's house and MOAR
WHO: Anus
Bacchus' eyes tinged angrily when Andy withdrew from his touch. He looked both upset and pissed at the same time.
"Clearly, you do," he hissed. "You've been avoiding me all night. What's the matter-- my family not perfect?" he asked, eyes blazing. "Don't eat that, it's nasty," he added, nodding to some sort of fish Andy had been reaching for.
"We can leave if you want," he added, in a harsh growl, still looking completely upset. He'd been so looking forward to Andy meeting his family-- meeting Abraxas, Magnus, Apollo. He'd thought that Andy would love and enjoy them so much, just like he did. He seemed to like Lou well enough (Illiad not so much, but people who liked Illiad were so few and far between that what did it matter?). But Andy seemed to be completely miserable.
"Look-- I'll make it up to you, okay? Whatever you want, Frazer, you can fuck me if you want, I just want you to have a decent Christmas, okay?!" he'd asked it in the sort of whisper that only Andy could hear, but everyone seemed to have gone completely silent.
Bacchus froze. This was not happening.
And actually, no, it wasn't.
All eyes were turned towards the doorway, where Apollo was apparently shouting in some form of Greek-garbled English with his mother, and Lou's hand was fastened snugly around the arm of none other than Paris Valmont and she seemed to be pulling him away from the screaming pair.
She caught Andy's eyes for a moment and widened her eyes, before tugging Paris directly up the stairs and vanishing.
Whatever had happened, people were slowly coming to their senses, yammering in shock about what had happened. Meanwhile, the Greek shouting match had moved to the kitchen.
WHERE: Illiad's house and MOAR
WHO: Anus
Bacchus' eyes tinged angrily when Andy withdrew from his touch. He looked both upset and pissed at the same time.
"Clearly, you do," he hissed. "You've been avoiding me all night. What's the matter-- my family not perfect?" he asked, eyes blazing. "Don't eat that, it's nasty," he added, nodding to some sort of fish Andy had been reaching for.
"We can leave if you want," he added, in a harsh growl, still looking completely upset. He'd been so looking forward to Andy meeting his family-- meeting Abraxas, Magnus, Apollo. He'd thought that Andy would love and enjoy them so much, just like he did. He seemed to like Lou well enough (Illiad not so much, but people who liked Illiad were so few and far between that what did it matter?). But Andy seemed to be completely miserable.
"Look-- I'll make it up to you, okay? Whatever you want, Frazer, you can fuck me if you want, I just want you to have a decent Christmas, okay?!" he'd asked it in the sort of whisper that only Andy could hear, but everyone seemed to have gone completely silent.
Bacchus froze. This was not happening.
And actually, no, it wasn't.
All eyes were turned towards the doorway, where Apollo was apparently shouting in some form of Greek-garbled English with his mother, and Lou's hand was fastened snugly around the arm of none other than Paris Valmont and she seemed to be pulling him away from the screaming pair.
She caught Andy's eyes for a moment and widened her eyes, before tugging Paris directly up the stairs and vanishing.
Whatever had happened, people were slowly coming to their senses, yammering in shock about what had happened. Meanwhile, the Greek shouting match had moved to the kitchen.