E-mail: Fairy Godmother
Date: Tuesday, 22 Nov 2011
Characters: Alice Langley
Location: Murray Street Coffee Shop, Dallas
Status: Private
Summary: Armed with a new information tidbit, Alice calls for back-up.
Completion: Complete
Tonight was not a cozy-night-at-home type of night. Uncle Matt (which still felt weird to call him, but he'd specifically asked) had some buddies over to play pool, and Carrie was over at Elliot's. And while a nice, long (probably very long) soak in the tub could be nice, she hadn't gotten very far in the front door when she realized she'd probably get about ten minutes' worth of soak before she was out again, with how itchy for people she was feeling. Work had been long recently, and with Catherine going up to New York for Thanksgiving yesterday, that meant dealing on her own with Meredith and her interminable stories of "well, when I was in Paris..." for far more time than she could conceivably handle without going stark raving mad. If the woman had actually been to Paris (Paris, Texas maybe!), Alice would eat her beret -- the pretty, softly knit, mauve one Gérard had bought her in one of the Provence markets. And she was pretty sure the dirty looks Meredith was constantly giving her were because she had been there, and could call her on her...hmmm...creative licenses. There; that would be polite enough to please her sister.
Who, in fact, was the reason she had found this place -- it had free wi-fi, served coffee, and had good seating, which was what she required in a café. Not that Carrie knew she was the reason; Alice had specifically kept that back when she said simply that she was headed out to find a new coffee place to...what was it...right, "expand her horizons." And that was true. But she was also going somewhere her sister didn't already frequent, just in case she and Elliot decided to go out later, because running into them while doing this might be just a teensy bit awkward. For her sister, anyway.
Cup of coffee in one hand, she picked out her e-mail password with her other, then sat back in her seat, sipping slowly as it whirred and did its thing before letting her into her inbox. Hitting "Compose," she curled her free arm around herself, deciding what she wanted to write. It was Rick, so it wasn't like she had to watch what she said, but neither did she want to find out he'd jumped the first flight down here. Gratifying as that would be.
But anyway.
It was a bit evil of her to be doing this, but she couldn't help it. Coming home to find her sister - her soft-spoken, placid sister - so worked up that she was resorting to tossing glassware like cheap toys (despite the tarp to make clean-up easier and the fact that they were destined for the trash anyhow) had been...disturbing, to say the least. Then after Carrie had come in, and they had settled in her sister's room on the bed, each with a drink (rum for Carrie, wine for her), she had brought Alice up to speed on a few things she'd been keeping back. And though she wasn't a suspicious person, Alice had the distinct feeling Carrie hadn't told her everything.
But it had been enough, and she had been halfway into a battle plan after about twenty minutes. And if she knew one thing in life, it was that Rick would be the perfect accomplice. She smirked into her cup, knowing exactly how to do this, then put it down, and began to type.
Characters: Alice Langley
Location: Murray Street Coffee Shop, Dallas
Status: Private
Summary: Armed with a new information tidbit, Alice calls for back-up.
Completion: Complete
Tonight was not a cozy-night-at-home type of night. Uncle Matt (which still felt weird to call him, but he'd specifically asked) had some buddies over to play pool, and Carrie was over at Elliot's. And while a nice, long (probably very long) soak in the tub could be nice, she hadn't gotten very far in the front door when she realized she'd probably get about ten minutes' worth of soak before she was out again, with how itchy for people she was feeling. Work had been long recently, and with Catherine going up to New York for Thanksgiving yesterday, that meant dealing on her own with Meredith and her interminable stories of "well, when I was in Paris..." for far more time than she could conceivably handle without going stark raving mad. If the woman had actually been to Paris (Paris, Texas maybe!), Alice would eat her beret -- the pretty, softly knit, mauve one Gérard had bought her in one of the Provence markets. And she was pretty sure the dirty looks Meredith was constantly giving her were because she had been there, and could call her on her...hmmm...creative licenses. There; that would be polite enough to please her sister.
Who, in fact, was the reason she had found this place -- it had free wi-fi, served coffee, and had good seating, which was what she required in a café. Not that Carrie knew she was the reason; Alice had specifically kept that back when she said simply that she was headed out to find a new coffee place to...what was it...right, "expand her horizons." And that was true. But she was also going somewhere her sister didn't already frequent, just in case she and Elliot decided to go out later, because running into them while doing this might be just a teensy bit awkward. For her sister, anyway.
Cup of coffee in one hand, she picked out her e-mail password with her other, then sat back in her seat, sipping slowly as it whirred and did its thing before letting her into her inbox. Hitting "Compose," she curled her free arm around herself, deciding what she wanted to write. It was Rick, so it wasn't like she had to watch what she said, but neither did she want to find out he'd jumped the first flight down here. Gratifying as that would be.
But anyway.
It was a bit evil of her to be doing this, but she couldn't help it. Coming home to find her sister - her soft-spoken, placid sister - so worked up that she was resorting to tossing glassware like cheap toys (despite the tarp to make clean-up easier and the fact that they were destined for the trash anyhow) had been...disturbing, to say the least. Then after Carrie had come in, and they had settled in her sister's room on the bed, each with a drink (rum for Carrie, wine for her), she had brought Alice up to speed on a few things she'd been keeping back. And though she wasn't a suspicious person, Alice had the distinct feeling Carrie hadn't told her everything.
But it had been enough, and she had been halfway into a battle plan after about twenty minutes. And if she knew one thing in life, it was that Rick would be the perfect accomplice. She smirked into her cup, knowing exactly how to do this, then put it down, and began to type.