Roger, Andy, G

Jun 26, 2008 16:40

The seventeenth prompt from my table:

051. Water

“What do you think Andy, wine or beer?”

“Water for me, actually,” Andy says to the waiter, “with ice and lemon?”

“Of course, sir.”

“A Stella, I suppose,” Brooklyn says, closing the drinks menu with a decisive snap.

Andy watches the waiter go, a slim figure with a mop of brown curls to top it off. “I don’t drink,” he says, before she can ask.

“Any particular reason?”

His hands clenched tightly together underneath the table, his insides cold, Andy shakes his head, smiles disarmingly, “no, not really.”

“But you’ll have champagne at the wedding, of course.”

The smile dies, quietly and in the background as he brings his hands up to smooth out his napkin, hiding their tremors in the easy movement. “No,” he says, “I won’t; sparkling water or apple juice will play the part just fine.”

Brooklyn frowns, obviously perturbed by this new development, but Andy is nothing if not brilliant at maneuvering conversations to exactly where he wants them, as Andy Murray will gladly and enthusiastically attest.

“I was thinking the smoked salmon for dinner, would you like to share a house salad to start with? They have brilliant vinaigrettes here.”

“I didn’t realize you’ve been here before,” she says, glancing over her own menu, considering the chicken parmesan.

Andy shrugs, “only a few times, with- never mind, it was ages ago, which is testimony to how good their dressings are, I think.”

“I suppose.”

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