Week 4: a, b, and c
4a: Wine
Usagi wrinkled her nose at Minako.
“I’ve always thought wine was gross. I don’t know who would want to drink it anyways.” Minako shrugged as Usagi heard an incredulous snort from behind her. She spun around to see Mamoru carefully folding a newspaper and setting it down before taking a sip of his coffee.
“That’s because wine is a drink that takes a refined palate.” The two blondes stared at him. “As in, it’s an adult taste, something that takes time to cultivate, much like coffee. Something I’m sure you couldn’t appreciate, Odango.” She looked between him and his coffee and snorted. She took a very slow, deliberate sip of her strawberry milkshake.
“If that’s what refined, adult taste is, I don’t ever want to grow up.”
4b: Toast
A loud clinking could be heard across the room as Motoki tapped his glass with his fork. He stood up and cleared his throat and all eyes turned toward him.
“I would like to make a toast. In my usual fashion, I’d like to keep this as brief as possible, while still keeping all the meaning I possibly can. They do say that those make for the best speeches, after all.” The crowd chuckled and he smiled. He gestured to his right and held his glass high with his other hand. “In light of this wonderful event and the happy couple, I just want to say this: Finally!”
The crowd burst into laughter and even the couple beside him had to laugh. Everyone had known this day had been a long time coming, and they both felt that their friend’s toast was the most appropriate for the evening. It was the word that had been on their minds for the entire day.
Finally.
4c: Champagne Flutes
Mamoru came home after a long, hard day of work sore, tired, and a little on the grumpy side. His patients had been anything but patient and his patience had worn thin. There was nothing more than he wanted than to jump straight into bed and sleep off the rest of the day so nothing else bad could happen to him. He opened the door, kicked off his shoes, and headed back toward the bedroom but came to a stop as soon as he walked into the dining room.
The table was beautifully set. There was a centerpiece made of tulips and daffodils that were likely from just outside the house, and on each end of the table there were neatly set out a place setting complete with his mother’s china, one of the last remnants he had from his old life. There was a bowl on each side with a healthy smattering of spaghetti and a piece of garlic bread sticking somewhat awkwardly out of the side. Next to each bowl was a crystal champagne flute filled with what he could only surmise was kool-aid. The napkins were ordinary paper napkins that had been folded clumsily into swans. And beside it all was his wife, dressed in a pretty black cocktail dress and the jewelry he had given her as a wedding present, looking as nervous as when she had stood next to him on the altar.
He dropped his bag and coat on the floor where he stood, stepped forward and kissed her deeply before hugging her close and whispering in her ear.
“This is exactly why I love you.”
Usagi wrinkled her nose at Minako.
“I’ve always thought wine was gross. I don’t know who would want to drink it anyways.” Minako shrugged as Usagi heard an incredulous snort from behind her. She spun around to see Mamoru carefully folding a newspaper and setting it down before taking a sip of his coffee.
“That’s because wine is a drink that takes a refined palate.” The two blondes stared at him. “As in, it’s an adult taste, something that takes time to cultivate, much like coffee. Something I’m sure you couldn’t appreciate, Odango.” She looked between him and his coffee and snorted. She took a very slow, deliberate sip of her strawberry milkshake.
“If that’s what refined, adult taste is, I don’t ever want to grow up.”
4b: Toast
A loud clinking could be heard across the room as Motoki tapped his glass with his fork. He stood up and cleared his throat and all eyes turned toward him.
“I would like to make a toast. In my usual fashion, I’d like to keep this as brief as possible, while still keeping all the meaning I possibly can. They do say that those make for the best speeches, after all.” The crowd chuckled and he smiled. He gestured to his right and held his glass high with his other hand. “In light of this wonderful event and the happy couple, I just want to say this: Finally!”
The crowd burst into laughter and even the couple beside him had to laugh. Everyone had known this day had been a long time coming, and they both felt that their friend’s toast was the most appropriate for the evening. It was the word that had been on their minds for the entire day.
Finally.
4c: Champagne Flutes
Mamoru came home after a long, hard day of work sore, tired, and a little on the grumpy side. His patients had been anything but patient and his patience had worn thin. There was nothing more than he wanted than to jump straight into bed and sleep off the rest of the day so nothing else bad could happen to him. He opened the door, kicked off his shoes, and headed back toward the bedroom but came to a stop as soon as he walked into the dining room.
The table was beautifully set. There was a centerpiece made of tulips and daffodils that were likely from just outside the house, and on each end of the table there were neatly set out a place setting complete with his mother’s china, one of the last remnants he had from his old life. There was a bowl on each side with a healthy smattering of spaghetti and a piece of garlic bread sticking somewhat awkwardly out of the side. Next to each bowl was a crystal champagne flute filled with what he could only surmise was kool-aid. The napkins were ordinary paper napkins that had been folded clumsily into swans. And beside it all was his wife, dressed in a pretty black cocktail dress and the jewelry he had given her as a wedding present, looking as nervous as when she had stood next to him on the altar.
He dropped his bag and coat on the floor where he stood, stepped forward and kissed her deeply before hugging her close and whispering in her ear.
“This is exactly why I love you.”