Tab needed to take a break from all the handshaking. She was wondering if it was possible for her face to be strained from all the smiling too. It wasn't so much that she was ungrateful to Aiden for setting this whole thing up and letting her meet some real movers and shakers. It was just that she wasn't built for the PR. Not without letting a few choice words slip, and it was nearly killing her trying to keep the four-letter words out of her vocab.
Then there was the fact that her and Luke were only managing to steal five minutes here and there. She excused herself from a lobster and took her leprechaun arse off to the quiet corner she spotted her brother in. She flopped down in the booth beside him and let out a sigh. "I thought a bloody party was supposed to be fun? I'm fucking working my arse off."
Riley, dressed as something akin to William Wallace from Braveheart (though he'd washed the blue paint off early in the piece when it started to itch) looked at her over the top of his beer glass. "You should be kissing Aiden's arse for setting this up for you. No way Mick could get you connections for your music like this. I mean, fuck. That bloke over there dressed as Hugh Heffner works with bloody U2!"
Tab rolled her eyes but she had to concede her brother was right. "I know, I know. I love it really. I just need a second of whinging. I can't exactly tell that bloke how much these heels are fucking killing me, or that the so-called fucking Angel pinched my arse."
Riley raised his eyebrow. "Hmm. I was wondering what made Luke 'accidentally' spill a pint on the angel. He's not usually the clumsy sort," he sniggered.
Tab smiled as she tried to find her boyfriend in the crowd. "Better than punching him the face I suppose. I'm wondering if I should tell him that Bono over there slipped his number to me." Tab slid further back into the booth when the guy in question smirked at her. "Of course I managed to lose it as soon as possible. Actually I tucked it into Betty Boop's dress."
"Good call. Things are going well. You don't know what Luke's jealousy factor is like. You don't want to be testing his tolerance." Riley pulled off the long, stringy wig and tossed it onto the seat beside him to push his hands through his hair. He was having a good time, but he was pretty sure he'd peak in his energy stamina. "Ten bucks on Beth and Keiran being the next pair to disappear."
"If that fucking Marilyn Monroe doesn't take a couple steps back from him it'll be my jealously factor that gets tested." Tab's gaze flicked around and she easily found the peacock blue Geisha dress that Beth was sporting. She pulled her mouth to the side and looked back at her brother. "Actually I was thinking that you and Evie were going to disappear. You weren't exactly keeping your hands to yourself during your dance with her."
"Hey, I was innocent compared to Tara!" Riley protested, smirking. He pressed his lips together and shrugged. "I get nervous about the impromptu shit. I'm getting a bit better in our comfort zone, but... yeah... I don't know. It takes a bit of forward planning."
"Whatever gets the job done, Big Bro. I get that it probably doesn't seem sexy, but I think it's still something that you actually want to make the effort and you're taking care of her." Tab couldn't help but laugh. "Tara needs to carry around a warning so that crowds of people don't get the shock of their lives!"
"I had to get drunk. Very, very drunk. Then film it so I could watch it back and prove to myself it was okay," Riley finally admitted sheepishly to his sister. "She's insatiable! She made him stop twice on the trip here to make out with him. We shared a cab here with them, the whole trip they snogged. I feel tired watching them. Poor guy is seeing blue again."
"You made porn?!" Tab asked as she gaped at him, then just grinned. "Riley! You made porn! Fuck, I want to make porn. I wonder if Luke has a camera..." She drifted off before she blinked and pulled a face. "In all fairness watching someone else make out is never a good thing. Does that mean Lachlan's feeling better about things?"
Riley's face fell into a smug grin. "It was pretty fucking good. It worked. Watching it back very much worked..." He glanced at Aiden and Pat doing just that on the dancefloor. "It's never really bothered me. Tara and Lachlan have always been hot together, no denying. I think he is. I've spent a lot of time with him over the last week. Guy punched a colleague out and nearly got arrested, so we had a good talk and he's been in a better mindset the past couple of days. More focused on the babe rather than thinking it's going to die."
"Guess you should make it a regular thing." Tab watched Aiden and Pat for a second before she shrugged. "I feel like I'm intruding on a personal moment more than I would if I caught someone fucking." She looked at her brother and smiled softly, genuine affection showing through. "Good. Lachlan doesn't need to be hiding at the bottom of a spiral. He should be enjoying Tara's pregnancy instead of missing it because he's too stressed."
"Actually, I think that one tape will keep us going for some time," Riley had to admit, laughing. He smiled at the way Pat was looking at Aiden. "I like it. I mean, if it was private, they wouldn't be comfortable to show affection in public together. It's nice to see friends happy like that."
He had a quick sip of beer and nodded. "That's what I tried to explain to him. He'd just lost his footing a little. He was trying but the anger over everything was building up in him. I had to remind him this was his only chance and he needed to make the most of it. Even convinced him to start painting the baby's nursery. The Great Duckie and Turtle Debate of 2008."
Tab winked at her brother. She was proud of him. "I guess not. It's not like I don't mind showing affection, but sometimes I just feel like it's weird watching people make out and share a personal moment. Guess it's just something I have to get over like dating. I'm really glad that Aiden's working his way into Pat's hear though. So did you get a chance to talk to him properly yet and give him your approval?"
"The Great Duckie and Turtle Debate?" She stole his beer and took a sip of it. She'd lost track of where her own drink was. She'd just have to hope that someone brought her another one.
"I think it's something I'm used to from spending a few years in a large social group. When people are happy and paired up, it tips over into their affection for their lover. Nothing to hide in a group like ours," Riley laughed. "I mean, hell, I caught Lachlan doing Tara against a wall at Chase and Rogue's wedding. They hardly missed a beat." He shook his head. "No, I'm not sure I need to. Aiden visited Pat about every day he was in hospital and they look like they're talking about a lot. Who am I to stick my nose in there. I think some things are just meant to be, you know?"
He snorted and rubbed his head. "They had two potential nursery themes picked out. One was turtles, one was ducks. Both gender neutral. He couldn't decide for the life of him, but he couldn't picture the baby there or himself with the baby there, so I had to nudge him along there too. He was feeling it, though. He seemed to lapse into the same tactic he used when he wrote music to try and feel it."
Then there was the fact that her and Luke were only managing to steal five minutes here and there. She excused herself from a lobster and took her leprechaun arse off to the quiet corner she spotted her brother in. She flopped down in the booth beside him and let out a sigh. "I thought a bloody party was supposed to be fun? I'm fucking working my arse off."
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He had a quick sip of beer and nodded. "That's what I tried to explain to him. He'd just lost his footing a little. He was trying but the anger over everything was building up in him. I had to remind him this was his only chance and he needed to make the most of it. Even convinced him to start painting the baby's nursery. The Great Duckie and Turtle Debate of 2008."
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"The Great Duckie and Turtle Debate?" She stole his beer and took a sip of it. She'd lost track of where her own drink was. She'd just have to hope that someone brought her another one.
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He snorted and rubbed his head. "They had two potential nursery themes picked out. One was turtles, one was ducks. Both gender neutral. He couldn't decide for the life of him, but he couldn't picture the baby there or himself with the baby there, so I had to nudge him along there too. He was feeling it, though. He seemed to lapse into the same tactic he used when he wrote music to try and feel it."
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